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Chapter 209
chapter 199 part 2
“As long as we have this inherited weapon, we have a chance to defeat that human powerhouse.”
Piye was none other than the Forging Minister.
The Grey Dwarf King’s spirits were lifted.
At the same time, the Grey Dwarf King was no fool. He understood that the Chief Steward was telling him all this for more than just proving they could defeat the mysterious human powerhouse.
“What do you need?”
The Grey Dwarf King looked at Astor with a fiery gaze.
Facing the king’s stare, Astor’s expression held a hint of nervousness. He knew the hopes of the entire tribe now rested on his shoulders.
“Please forgive my impudence, but Astor needs the ring on Your Highness’s hand to increase his chances of victory.”
Before Astor could speak, the Chief Steward bowed deeply to the Grey Dwarf King and made the request.
Hearing this, the Grey Dwarf King didn't hesitate. He reached out, took off a ring from his left hand that faintly pulsed with magical energy, and tossed it over.
“I’m counting on you, Astor!”
Astor hurriedly caught the ring and nodded with a solemn expression, then turned and quickly departed.
“Your Majesty, we must also provide Astor with support,” the Chief Steward said, breathing a small sigh of relief.
“Then let’s go, old friend!”
The Grey Dwarf King raised his hand, straightened the crown on his head, bit his lip with a serious expression, and turned back towards the passage they came from.
“Your Majesty!” Seeing this, the Chief Steward’s eyes grew moist, and he hurried to follow.
*If we emerge victorious from this calamity, His Highness will surely become a truly worthy king!*
***
Above the oasis.
Tang Zheng tossed the unconscious Forging Minister aside. Now was not the time for interrogation.
He looked up!
Watching the Grey Dwarves fleeing in chaos in all directions, Tang Zheng’s feet moved, and he vanished, rushing toward them.
Flashes of sword light!
One Grey Dwarf after another died in an instant.
Tang Zheng’s face was expressionless as he continuously swung his magic greatsword. Wails and terrified screams echoed incessantly in his ears.
Was it cruel?
Perhaps.
Tang Zheng continued to swing his sword, his heart calm.
He didn't like to confine his actions to the concepts of "right and wrong"; that was, in fact, an invisible form of self-judgment.
To put it simply, it was a waste of mental energy.
Compassion?
In Tang Zheng’s view, such an emotion stemmed from a sense of moral responsibility taught in his past life.
But the premise for all of this was that the humans of his past life existed as the apex creatures at the top of the food chain, so they could look down on other species as equals.
But what about the humans of this world?
An inferior race!
As far as Tang Zheng knew, on the central continent of this otherworld, there existed a nation of Ogres. In that nation, humans were treated purely as food.
In that nation, the best delicacy to serve a guest was a six-month-old fetus from a human mother’s womb.
So, talk of compassion?
Don't be ridiculous!
For a group of weak humans to pity a race stronger than themselves wasn't a question of being a bleeding-heart or not.
Tang Zheng didn't actually like the Slane Theocracy, but that didn't stop him from believing that its doctrine was correct for humanity at its current stage.
"Human Supremacy"!
Only such an extreme doctrine could, on this continent, give humans a clear self-positioning that "we are not an inferior race."
“Hm?”
As Tang Zheng moved rapidly, with mists of blood blooming around him, his sword-swinging motion paused for a moment, and he raised an eyebrow.
He noticed that the sandstorm elemental that had infiltrated the underground seemed to have been restricted. Not only that, but the previously chaotic Grey Dwarves also seemed to be gradually organizing their forces and launching a counterattack!
But unfortunately!
The strength of this group of Grey Dwarves was too weak. Before Tang Zheng, they couldn't mount any effective resistance. The defensive line they had just established was easily torn apart by his magic greatsword.
“Mana Slash - Wind!”
Seeing that the cooldown for his [Magic Swordsman] class skill was over, Tang Zheng raised his hand and unleashed a slash at the dense crowd of Grey Dwarves in the distance.
A large number of Grey Dwarves were instantly minced by the Mana Slash!
The Mana Slash, infused with an element, had its attack power increased by a notch. Among the four elements, the wind element did not have the strongest attack power.
However, a wind element slash was more suitable for dealing with weaker opponents for its area of effect, whereas a fire element slash was better suited for stronger opponents.
As the Grey Dwarves began to gradually converge, Tang Zheng’s range of movement had, without him realizing it, also been reduced.
And it was in this situation!
A Grey Dwarf held a long, tube-shaped weapon with both hands, his eyes bloodshot, staring with hatred at the figure in the distance slaughtering his comrades.
“Detestable human!”
This Grey Dwarf was Astor. Smelling the bloody scent that filled the air, his breathing grew ragged.
The nervousness he had felt when facing a Hero-rank powerhouse had vanished completely, replaced by the single thought of killing the human.
*Click!*
A mechanical sound echoed from the tube-shaped weapon.
Astor raised the weapon, closed one eye, and aimed at the human figure in the distance.
With the help of his people, the human’s range of movement had been greatly reduced. He knew this was the limit of what his people could do!
“Precise Aim!”
Astor let out a low shout in his heart. The tube-shaped weapon he was aiming began to tremble slightly, as if it were rapidly locking onto the human.
The next moment!
A red light flashed on the tube-shaped weapon.
In Astor’s vision, various parts of the human’s body began to glow with different colors.
For example, the head glowed red, the arms blue, the chest orange, and so on.
The different colors represented the different effects his weapon would inflict upon impact.
Astor’s gaze was solemn. He did not aim the muzzle at Tang Zheng’s head, but at his legs.
The human was wearing armor. Although aiming for the head would cause more severe damage, it would also be blocked by the armor.
Therefore, Astor planned to attack his opponent’s legs first to restrict his movement.
*Thump!*
A muffled sound rang out on the chaotic battlefield. Amid the screams of the Grey Dwarves, the sound wasn't particularly noticeable.
At this moment!
Tang Zheng, who was in the middle of slaughtering the surrounding Grey Dwarves, suddenly retracted his magic greatsword and thrust it down in front of his left leg.
*Clang!*
The crisp sound of metal colliding exploded against the flat of the magic greatsword, creating a loud bang.
*This is…*
A look of astonishment appeared on Tang Zheng’s face. “A gun?”
(end of chapter)
“As long as we have this inherited weapon, we have a chance to defeat that human powerhouse.”
Piye was none other than the Forging Minister.
The Grey Dwarf King’s spirits were lifted.
At the same time, the Grey Dwarf King was no fool. He understood that the Chief Steward was telling him all this for more than just proving they could defeat the mysterious human powerhouse.
“What do you need?”
The Grey Dwarf King looked at Astor with a fiery gaze.
Facing the king’s stare, Astor’s expression held a hint of nervousness. He knew the hopes of the entire tribe now rested on his shoulders.
“Please forgive my impudence, but Astor needs the ring on Your Highness’s hand to increase his chances of victory.”
Before Astor could speak, the Chief Steward bowed deeply to the Grey Dwarf King and made the request.
Hearing this, the Grey Dwarf King didn't hesitate. He reached out, took off a ring from his left hand that faintly pulsed with magical energy, and tossed it over.
“I’m counting on you, Astor!”
Astor hurriedly caught the ring and nodded with a solemn expression, then turned and quickly departed.
“Your Majesty, we must also provide Astor with support,” the Chief Steward said, breathing a small sigh of relief.
“Then let’s go, old friend!”
The Grey Dwarf King raised his hand, straightened the crown on his head, bit his lip with a serious expression, and turned back towards the passage they came from.
“Your Majesty!” Seeing this, the Chief Steward’s eyes grew moist, and he hurried to follow.
*If we emerge victorious from this calamity, His Highness will surely become a truly worthy king!*
***
Above the oasis.
Tang Zheng tossed the unconscious Forging Minister aside. Now was not the time for interrogation.
He looked up!
Watching the Grey Dwarves fleeing in chaos in all directions, Tang Zheng’s feet moved, and he vanished, rushing toward them.
Flashes of sword light!
One Grey Dwarf after another died in an instant.
Tang Zheng’s face was expressionless as he continuously swung his magic greatsword. Wails and terrified screams echoed incessantly in his ears.
Was it cruel?
Perhaps.
Tang Zheng continued to swing his sword, his heart calm.
He didn't like to confine his actions to the concepts of "right and wrong"; that was, in fact, an invisible form of self-judgment.
To put it simply, it was a waste of mental energy.
Compassion?
In Tang Zheng’s view, such an emotion stemmed from a sense of moral responsibility taught in his past life.
But the premise for all of this was that the humans of his past life existed as the apex creatures at the top of the food chain, so they could look down on other species as equals.
But what about the humans of this world?
An inferior race!
As far as Tang Zheng knew, on the central continent of this otherworld, there existed a nation of Ogres. In that nation, humans were treated purely as food.
In that nation, the best delicacy to serve a guest was a six-month-old fetus from a human mother’s womb.
So, talk of compassion?
Don't be ridiculous!
For a group of weak humans to pity a race stronger than themselves wasn't a question of being a bleeding-heart or not.
Tang Zheng didn't actually like the Slane Theocracy, but that didn't stop him from believing that its doctrine was correct for humanity at its current stage.
"Human Supremacy"!
Only such an extreme doctrine could, on this continent, give humans a clear self-positioning that "we are not an inferior race."
“Hm?”
As Tang Zheng moved rapidly, with mists of blood blooming around him, his sword-swinging motion paused for a moment, and he raised an eyebrow.
He noticed that the sandstorm elemental that had infiltrated the underground seemed to have been restricted. Not only that, but the previously chaotic Grey Dwarves also seemed to be gradually organizing their forces and launching a counterattack!
But unfortunately!
The strength of this group of Grey Dwarves was too weak. Before Tang Zheng, they couldn't mount any effective resistance. The defensive line they had just established was easily torn apart by his magic greatsword.
“Mana Slash - Wind!”
Seeing that the cooldown for his [Magic Swordsman] class skill was over, Tang Zheng raised his hand and unleashed a slash at the dense crowd of Grey Dwarves in the distance.
A large number of Grey Dwarves were instantly minced by the Mana Slash!
The Mana Slash, infused with an element, had its attack power increased by a notch. Among the four elements, the wind element did not have the strongest attack power.
However, a wind element slash was more suitable for dealing with weaker opponents for its area of effect, whereas a fire element slash was better suited for stronger opponents.
As the Grey Dwarves began to gradually converge, Tang Zheng’s range of movement had, without him realizing it, also been reduced.
And it was in this situation!
A Grey Dwarf held a long, tube-shaped weapon with both hands, his eyes bloodshot, staring with hatred at the figure in the distance slaughtering his comrades.
“Detestable human!”
This Grey Dwarf was Astor. Smelling the bloody scent that filled the air, his breathing grew ragged.
The nervousness he had felt when facing a Hero-rank powerhouse had vanished completely, replaced by the single thought of killing the human.
*Click!*
A mechanical sound echoed from the tube-shaped weapon.
Astor raised the weapon, closed one eye, and aimed at the human figure in the distance.
With the help of his people, the human’s range of movement had been greatly reduced. He knew this was the limit of what his people could do!
“Precise Aim!”
Astor let out a low shout in his heart. The tube-shaped weapon he was aiming began to tremble slightly, as if it were rapidly locking onto the human.
The next moment!
A red light flashed on the tube-shaped weapon.
In Astor’s vision, various parts of the human’s body began to glow with different colors.
For example, the head glowed red, the arms blue, the chest orange, and so on.
The different colors represented the different effects his weapon would inflict upon impact.
Astor’s gaze was solemn. He did not aim the muzzle at Tang Zheng’s head, but at his legs.
The human was wearing armor. Although aiming for the head would cause more severe damage, it would also be blocked by the armor.
Therefore, Astor planned to attack his opponent’s legs first to restrict his movement.
*Thump!*
A muffled sound rang out on the chaotic battlefield. Amid the screams of the Grey Dwarves, the sound wasn't particularly noticeable.
At this moment!
Tang Zheng, who was in the middle of slaughtering the surrounding Grey Dwarves, suddenly retracted his magic greatsword and thrust it down in front of his left leg.
*Clang!*
The crisp sound of metal colliding exploded against the flat of the magic greatsword, creating a loud bang.
*This is…*
A look of astonishment appeared on Tang Zheng’s face. “A gun?”
(end of chapter)
