My Players Are So Fierce

A series of unnervingly clear ripping sounds emanated from it, and at the final moment of collapse, began to crumble from the mountainside, spreading out in all directions.

Duke Wolfsbane had a great view; he could clearly see some desperate dwarves leaping from the crumbling city walls amidst the violent tremors.

“There are nearly two million Brass Dwarves in this city…”

Old Edward snorted, saying rather coldly:

“Now they’re done for.”

“No, the God of Wealth is protecting them. Every coin and piece of wealth used here brings a thread of protective power; the casualties aren’t as great as you think. After today’s disaster, the Brass Dwarves can still survive.

But they will likely have to reassess their position on the Continent.”

Lord Paryen looked up.

Under the Helm of Gryphon, his eyes locked onto something in the sky, pulling the reins of Aurora, letting the Flying Feather Unicorn carry him into the sky.

Old Edward stayed where he was. Though he didn’t have wings to soar the skies, his thick short blood wings were enough for him to glide down unharmed. He even had the leisure to pull out his notebook in mid-air.

Just like the best recorder, he recorded everything he had just witnessed.

This was firsthand information!

Old Edward believed that those who, like himself, had the privilege of watching such a catastrophe from such a close range must be few. But during the descent, Duke Wolfsbane quickly discovered some things that didn’t belong here, moving amid the ruins that spewed smoke and dust straight into the sky.

Besides those World Burning Demon Warriors still slaughtering the poor dwarves, tens of thousands of black ratmen were rapidly approaching the dwarven ruins through underground tunneling. In their current state, the Brass Dwarves facing so many ratmen…

“Ha, I take back my previous words.”

Old Edward grinned, coldly making a note in his diary, and said offhandedly:

“Now the Brass Dwarves are truly finished.”

In the sky above, Sir Aurora’s precise flicker brought Lord Paryen to the position he had seen, and as he appeared, an object wrapped in strange power whooshed upwards, grazing the lord’s body.

It was a warhammer.

An ancient stone-style two-handed dwarven warhammer, with goats and bears carved by skilled artisans on each side of the hammerhead, its gray hammer shaft full of runes praising the Mother Earth. The dwarves had painstakingly woven red bindings for it and set a golden cross-shaped spear tip with an internal chain at the tail of the warhammer.

This is Gaia’s power!

The Earth Sacred Object held by the Brass Dwarves, also the symbol of the Brass Dwarves’ lords.

Lord Paryen had observed this warhammer up close many times over the past millennium and would not mistake it. Now this warhammer had been empowered by the recent subspace energy surge, continuously rushing skyward, but its speed was slowing, clearly because the power being applied was diminishing.

The lord raised his head, watching the warhammer exhaust its last kinetic energy, pausing in a very peculiar position tens of meters above him.

For a moment, it seemed to be in a wondrous pause, then as if an invisible force applied forward momentum to it, making the warhammer spin and plummet downward.

Like a vengeful deity with a grudge but protective streak seized the warhammer at the crucial second, mustering strength to slam it down in one direction.

The warhammer flew faster and faster, accumulating incredible kinetic energy in a very short time.

In Lord Paryen’s silent gaze, Gaia’s power broke the sonic speed in the air, yet kept accelerating as though driven by rage, in a steep downward trajectory aimed at the already altered Gorgon Mountain Pass.

It even brought an ear-piercing howl in the air.

Like a meteor streaking across the sky, it was wrapped in blazing flames due to high-speed friction with the air.

Below ground, a ratman leader en route with the Ratman Army shivered oddly, glancing left and right but seeing no danger, issuing a noisy screech commanding its subordinates to speed up to fulfill their “Great Master’s” order to charge into the dwarven city ruins and slaughter all life there.

Then, the next second, Gaia’s power landed with unimaginable destructive force on the ground.

At the moment of contact, it caused the already ravaged earth to upheave a second time, but this time the movement was significantly more terrifying, more directly pronouncing a great being’s true feelings towards today’s events.

The warhammer fell like a meteorite.

As it sank into the earth, the carried kinetic energy was applied outward in a pushing manner.

In Lord Paryen’s gaze from the sky, he witnessed a fissure of shock ripping through the black earth, brutally killing the first wave of ratmen in the tumultuous underground forces.

The number of ratmen directly crushed to death was limited, the rest perishing from the ground rolling and collapsing under the applied kinetic energy.

Basically equivalent to the release effect of a demi-god-level Earthquake Skill.

This was not the limit of the Divine Spirit’s might, merely the unwillingness of the unnamed vengeful great being to create a more terrifying earthquake, mainly because she must restrain her power to avoid inadvertently crushing the already suffering Brass Dwarves.