Chapter 830 Alas, if there is no gold in the world, everyone can become a hero (Part 2)

The God of Wealth has been born.

Regardless of what changes this incident will bring to the world, this incident alone means that the situation in the Brass Fortress is about to enter the next stage.

Bannock's agreement with Dusk has been completed, and now it's time for Dusk's forces, who are temporarily ranked number one on the list of villains, to take the stage.

In the jeweled wealth tunnel, the subspace gap that had maintained a relatively calm attitude just now became violent in an instant, and another force completely different from the one used by Bannock controlled it on the opposite side.

Supreme Lord Hadran, who was covering his head and screaming, saw a huge burning figure rushing out of the world as the world was spinning.

This time it’s not just a dozen or dozens of children. The world-destroying flames are churning, turning figures into red streams of light and flashing into the material world. In just a few seconds, there are hundreds of world-burning demon soldiers.

Rushed into the Brass Fortress.

The onslaught of warp creatures is only the first wave of the Form Breakers.

To make matters worse, the ratmen who had retreated from the tunnel under the attack of the dwarves also came back.

In those empty tunnels, the unique noise of the Skaven army's advance announced that the most destructive force under Dusk's command was rushing towards this area.

Their departure and return represents a terrifying reality. Jackals and kobolds will not be absent for too long. Perhaps soon, the Brass Fortress will once again fall into a devastating invasion.

No!

It's now in a state of affairs that would be extremely bad in any event.

The dwarf warriors throughout the fortress are having fun, and all important positions are guarded by iron-hearted warriors. Regardless of whether these believers of the God of Wealth will continue to perform their duties of protecting the fortress, it is just the raids and attacks by the World-Burning Demonic Soldiers.

The departure and return of the Skaven will put the entire fortress into an irresistible desperate situation.

Hadran knew he had to do something, but seeing Bannock in front of him limping and trying to open a teleportation spell to leave, the Supreme Lord gritted his teeth and got up again, dragging himself with the terrible headache.

Warhammer will execute this traitor.

"You'd better stay there quietly."

Bannock also noticed Hadland's actions. This guy who had been half-killed by the angry Supreme Lord wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a cold tone:

"The closer you are to the subspace rift, the more serious the impact you will receive. You have lost the protection of Gaia, and your soul is no longer armed. Unlike me, a subspace traveler who walks the lonely road, if you do not intend to lose your own

Just run away.

There is no shame in retreating in the face of an invincible enemy."

In response to these words of advice, a warhammer whirled towards me. It flickered on the earth and hit Bannock with great force, but the dirty energy originating from the subspace protected the dwarf.

The purple stream of light gathered into a carapace-like defense that ate the flying hammer. The destructive power caused by the bombardment of the holy object also shattered the subspace energy protecting the body. Before Bannock could cast another spell, he rushed towards him.

Hadran tore through the purple arc like charging a blood-horned bull.

The Supreme Lord did not use weapons, and just punched him on the chin. This bloody punch used all his strength to hammer Bannock up and hit the ground like a heavy cannon.

The crazy Brass Lord rushed up and sat on Bannock, raised his fists and kept smashing them down, tearing apart his armor like a wild beast and breaking the latter's sternum with blood splattering, "Dwarf Version Eight"

The "childish" move hit Bannock in pain, screaming and bursting with power. With the intensification of subspace energy, a purple bomb exploded, destroying half of the tunnel and simultaneously restraining Hadran and lifting him into the air.

"I wanted to spare your life. My lord, our people are still waiting for your leadership."

Bannock, embarrassed and in pain, screamed:

"You think I have done evil, but that is just a change imposed by fate through my hands! I don't understand why you hate me so much. This is obviously not a bad thing! No matter for you or for our people!

This invasion will only become a power show for the God of Wealth. Our people will make good use of this new power to defeat the enemy, making this fortress a wealth myth on the continent, and you and your kingdom will truly reach the top.

As long as you embrace this change with an open heart, you will not lose anything!

But you are so stubborn that I have lost interest. Since you want to return to Gaia's arms so much, then I will give you a ride.

Can you go to Gaia’s Kingdom of God to meet her directly?

The premise is that you can survive the subspace storm. Haha, maybe you will have a place among the subspace warriors who will enter the kingdom of Gaia in the future, my majesty.

Believe me.

I'm going to enjoy the irony."

The subspace traveler raised his hand, allowing the filthy energy that bound Hadran to continuously seep into the body of the golden lord, tearing apart his reason and will and throwing him towards the subspace that was constantly cracking and expanding.

in the gap.

No matter how strong you are in the material world, once you are thrown into the subspace, you will not be able to control your life or death.

Hadran had closed his eyes now.

The closer he got to the fissure, the harder his mind was torn apart and chewed. The pain of his soul being torn apart had surpassed the physical pain, and the guilt in his heart was like a scourge, trying to swallow him completely into despair.

Maybe it would be better to die like this

Hadran's remaining sanity was wailing on the spiritual battlefield like the realm of storms.

As one of the first three dwarf leaders who signed a contract with the Mother Goddess Gaia, he allowed his people to fall into a fanatical pursuit of external things, and gained the prosperity of the tribe at the expense of souls, ideas and traditions.

But all gifts eventually have a price. After enjoying wealth for hundreds of years, the Brass Dwarves must also accept their future and ending as eternal wealth chasers.

Bannock doesn't think this is a bad thing.

Wealth can buy everything, including victory and prosperity, but his thinking has been poisoned as early as when he first faced the shadow of subspace. The ideas of a madman cannot become a benchmark for normal people to think about problems.

As a leader, Hadland sees further.

The pursuit of wealth may really bring the Brass Dwarf back to his peak, but the release of desire associated with it has no end.

One day, when simple gains can no longer satisfy the thirst of the Brass Dwarves, what terrible and twisted things will they do in order to seek that little bit of spiritual comfort?

If they can create a neutral god, will they create something even more terrifying in the future?

At present, the answer to this question is doomed to be pessimistic.

Maybe it would be better to die like this!

Allowing myself to die as a brass dwarf instead of some more terrifying and abominable identity would at least allow me to retain the last trace of dignity after losing my faith.

However, fate will not be so kind to him who made a big mistake.

"Buzz"

Just when Hadran was about to hit the cracked subspace rift, a ray of light flashed past. In the harsh roar brought by the scarlet streamer, the surrounding subspace energy was shattered with one blow, and then the disheveled

Lord Hadran was taken back to a safer place.

Lord Paying, who was riding behind Aurora, held the Holy Spear in his hand. The shattered subspace power still surrounded him, but it was quickly dispersed by the buzz of the Holy Spear. In his other hand, he held a full

Hadland's face was covered in blood, and in front of him, the space teleportation released by Bannock was easily shattered by Old Edward with a weird pale bone whip.

As Grand Duke Wolfbane flicked his wrist expressionlessly, the hideous-looking bone whip was returned to his hand, and turned into a pale wild blade as the layers of bones were folded together like a spine.

Although it looks weird, the fact that it can defeat the convergence of subspace energy so easily proves that this thing is nothing special.

In fact, just as the Blood Vulture Clan possesses necessary evil, and the Holy Spear is forever in the hands of the Millennium Lord, as the former brother of Lord Pa Ying and the noble Duke of the Blood Clan, Old Edward also has a sacred weapon of wolfsbane.

The sting of fear.

The blade whip made from the bones of unknown creatures has two combat forms: sword type and blade whip. It is perfectly adapted to the power of the wolf bat of the Wolfsbane clan, and it can also add fear seeds to every attack.

The most important thing is that, like other vampire relics, this thing is highly resistant to the power of subspace.

Old Edward rarely used this thing.

Probably because any battle in which the Terror Thorn appears will eventually turn into a boring outcome where the enemy collapses due to fear, making Edward unable to enjoy the battle.

"vampire!"

Bannock was shocked when he saw Lord Paying and the feared holy spear. He screamed:

"Bitches who deserve to be swallowed up by the Warp and turned into stardust in the most humble of forms! How dare you step into this sacred place of change?"

"?"

Old Edward glanced at Lord Pa Ying in surprise.

Listening to the other party's tone, why does it seem like you are the villain?

The vampire Millennium Lord placed Lord Hadran on the ground. He had seen this kind of thing too many times and said expressionlessly:

"This poor guy has gone crazy. He was frightened out of his mind when he saw the alien scenery for the first time. The shadow of the warp took advantage of his fear and ravaged his mind, and created a sad story full of loopholes.

Become the truth of his soul.

At this time, he really believed that he was doing salvation in the name of "change". He was just a crazy fearful person, and there was no need to waste words with him.

Get rid of it!"

"Um."

Lord Wolfsbane nodded and moved his neck.

The moment Bannock cast the spell, he teleported to him using pure physical skills.

Not even using the Sting of Fear, he used the pop-up wolf bat claws to chop and shave Bannock's head, cutting off a small piece of scalp at the same time, and the two astral wolf lords he called had already rushed into the side.

In the tunnel, the ratmen who passed through the tunnel were massacred.

The aura activated by the Holy Spear's Eternal Silence enveloped him, allowing him to deal with the World-Burning Demonic Soldiers who were still rushing out of the rift in a short time.

This is why Lord Paying must bring old Edward here. This guy's frontal combat effectiveness is the strongest in the vampire kingdom, even stronger than the Lord himself.

Lord Paying did not join the battle.

He glanced at the subspace rift that was constantly opening, and then at Lord Hadran who was holding his head and muttering to himself.

The dwarf, who had fallen into despair, was too close to the rift, and was poisoned by Bannock with the power of a certain warp shadow. Coupled with the weight of resentment and guilt in his heart, the supreme lord's thinking was no longer normal.

To put it simply, half crazy.

However, the Lord does not have Murphy's magical ability to wake people up with a slap. The Holy Spear of Eternal Silence can suppress the power of subspace, but it does not have much purifying power.
To be continued...