Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1056 The Dwarf Moradin Pantheon: Clangedin Silverbeard
Deep within the Clangerdin Mountains, scorching lava veins resemble a burning neural network, meandering through the mountainside.

In that temple of the God of War, forged in silver and engraved with fire patterns, the hammer of the dwarven faith beats loudly.

The dwarf god, Krangdin Silverbeard, stood in the center of his temple. Though not tall, he was as imposing as a mountain. His six-foot frame seemed to be forged from mithril and rock iron, his muscles full and hard, exuding explosive power even when still. His bald head only made his waist-length silver beard shine even brighter, each hair distinct and reflecting the light of the furnace, seemingly dripping with scorching brilliance.

Clangerdin Silverbeard.

He is not the commander of some heroic kingdom, nor is he a deity praised by ordinary people, but rather the will of war itself, born in iron and fire.

He was the offspring of Moradin, the chief god of the dwarven pantheon, and Belenne Truesilver, and the first warhammer forged from star iron and molten lava when the divine fire was first ignited.

In dwarven mythology, Krangdin is not merely a guardian of warriors. He is the "Father of Battle," the "embodiment of iron and fury," and the final resting place for all heroic spirits yearning for glory and vengeance.

His existence is solely for the purpose of fighting.

The ancient stone slabs that record his legend begin with the following:

"When Moradin forged the world, sparks flew to form Crangerdine's battle axe, and iron filings solidified into his bones. He was a son born for war."

His mission was to eradicate all beings that sought to disrupt the dwarven order from the mountains, even those enemies long forgotten by the other gods. Especially the giants—his eternal and undying foe.

Some say that his first warhammer was forged to split the head of a Titan; others say that during the War of Heaven, he sealed the soul of the Storm Giant deep within the earth of Mount Krangtin, to eternally remind the dwarves not to forget the sharp edge of hatred.

In his teachings, war is not about scheming or power struggles, but rather a crucible for refining the soul.

A true dwarven warrior must face his enemies head-on, washing away shame with his battle axe and fury; they do not believe in "tricks" or "schemes," but in iron boots, heavy armor, shield walls, and oaths.

His pastor was known as the "Saviour of the Battlefield".

These warriors and blacksmiths, clad in runic armor, would chant prayers beside their forges before dawn each day, infusing their weapons with divine power, imbuing them with the sharpness to slay enemies and an undying fighting spirit. For true high-ranking believers, a weapon could even carry the soul of a hero. It was an axe capable not only of cleaving enemy bodies but also of severing the corruption of chaos.

Kranguddin viewed war as part of order; therefore, his divine power was not chaotic, but strictly divided into the following four domains:

War symbolizes decisiveness and fierce determination. On the battlefield, a divine strike is his declaration to the enemy.

Strength symbolizes fearlessness and fortitude, enabling followers to wield double axes like thunder and lightning.

Forging symbolizes the cycle of creation and destruction—every battle axe formed under the hammer is the prelude to a future war.

Order symbolizes discipline and honor; even on the most chaotic battlefield, his warriors can advance steadily like an iron wall.

The dwarven legions often used a formation called the "anvil tactic," a formation personally taught to the first generation of tactical priests in his oracle: heavy infantry stood firmly in front like an anvil, while the flanks composed of war berserkers were like iron hammers, crushing the enemy from the side with thunderous force.

In Crangerdine's faith, dying in battle is not terrible, but rather an honor.

For the death of mortals is the end of decay; but the death of warriors is the beginning of heroism.

The souls of the dwarves who died on the battlefield would be personally guided by Krangdin to Valhalla, where they would continue to wield their hammers in the Eternal War. Countless dwarven berserkers even volunteered to go to the front lines, just to fall under the gaze of the gods and gain a glorious ascension.

Crangerdin Silverbeard has many nicknames, such as the Master of the Forges of Crangerdin Mountain, the Compiler of the Dwarven Heroes, the Creator and Lineage Master of the Crangerdin Soulforging Network, and so on.

However, his favorite thing was the Father of Battle, and what he loved most was fighting his enemies with the warhammer he called [Starbreaker].

At this moment, Krangdin Silverbeard's gaze was fixed on a blazing metal panel that had appeared in the air. It was a [Divine Forge] constructed from faith, symbolizing the core of the entire Krangdin Soul Forging Network.

Several streams of information, composed of prayers, burned and dissipated on the oracle board, their contents remaining clear:
"The spirits of the Styx region have lost contact, and divine feedback has ceased."

"Fire at the Forge front has ceased, and the three musket squads have fallen into complete silence."

"The eye of the Thunder Tower on the mountaintop is closed, and the spirit pattern tower array is not responding."

Krangdin Silverbeard raised his hands high, his silver beard blazing like flames, his eyes blazing with fury. In his hands lay the massive warhammer forged from star iron—[Starbreaker].

[Starbreaker], a legendary two-handed warhammer forged from star iron, also known as the Giant Slayer, deals double damage when attacking giants. Legend has it that this warhammer once split the skull of a Titan, and its cracks still gleam in the sky of Arcadia to this day.

boom!
He slammed his warhammer into the center of the Temple of the Forged Gods, the heart of the [Primordial Forge], the birthplace of dwarven civilization, the anchor of his soul. The collision of metal and divine power erupted with a deafening roar that reverberated throughout the entire mountain.

The roof shook, and flames surged like a tide. The gods, heroes, axes, shields, and giants depicted in the murals all burst into crimson flames, as if responding to the wrath of the chief god.

His voice boomed like thunder, uttering a sacred incantation in the dwarven language:

"Did those bandits who dared to trespass into the Forge Domain think they could shatter the will of heroic spirits with just some spiritual interference?"

This was not just a simple roar.

It was an awakening command that ran through the sacred cloisters of Mount Clangerdin.

The divine sound ignited by [Starbreaker] transformed into a fiery surge that pierced through Valhalla, the Forge, and the Rune Garden, reaching the heart of every dwarven warrior—the spirit runes slumbering in the runic fire began to burn.

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That wasn't all. The dwarven war god raised his left hand and took out the divine artifact that had never been heard before mortals—the Silverbeard War Horn—from beside the throne.

It was a sacred horn made from the femur of an ancient frost giant king, which had been used in countless battles. The horn was covered with ancient dwarven inscriptions and victories, and every chisel mark was an echo of the fall of an enemy general.

He took a deep breath, infusing it with anger and divine will.

"Waaaaahh ...

The battle horn roared.

That was no ordinary sound, but a declaration of war that transcended the divine and the material world, a divine power that was released from the very source of the forge!
—The mountain trembled, and lava surged forth.

The horn's sound was like a million battle axes roaring in unison, or like the world's iron wall cracking open, turning into rolling thunder that swept through the sacred veins of the entire Clangertin, running along the divine runes through the Temple of the Forged God, the River Styx, the bottom of the Forge, the War Hall, and the Spirit Tomb.

And the response to this sound was not only the burning reliefs on the murals.

It is the Legion of Heroes, who slumber in Valhalla.

The glorious armor spirit forged from the bodies of a thousand fallen warriors.

They emerged from the temple's fissures, their footsteps, burning with silver-blue holy fire, pounding the runic iron floor with a heavy, thunderous thud. They all bore ancient family crests; beneath their battle axes, muskets, and shield walls, none were of mortal form.

They once defended their offspring beneath high walls, fought bloody battles in deep wells, and burned their lives on the iron battlefield, all for this day, becoming the embodiment of faith and glory.

This is a miracle born of the dwarven faith—the souls of those who died in glory are forged into immortal weapons of war.

They are unafraid of spiritual intrusion; they no longer possess the attribute of fear in living beings, but only the instinct of loyalty to respond to the command of the God of War.

"Born for war—dying for the forge!"

They roared in unison, their voices uniform and heavy, as if ancient rock formations were suddenly collapsing.

At this moment, Clanguddin Silverbeard was not merely responding to the attack. In the next instant, he led the Legion of Heroes in a counterattack!
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A deafening roar echoed through the sky.

The next instant, it felt as if the earth had been slammed down on something.

It was neither thunder nor falling objects.

Instead, a god descended from heaven, raging and ferocious.

Krangdin Silverbeard, the dwarven war god and Lord of Silverbeard, fell straight down from the sky like a star burning with war and rage. In the last moment of his fall, he raised his massive warhammer, [Starbreaker], high and smashed it into the battlefield with a fierce light that pierced through the clouds.

boom! ! !
The ground is torn apart.

The cracked earth spread for dozens of feet like a spider web, lava gushed out from the cracks, and flames and ash rose into the air.

Centered on him, an entire small legion vanished instantly—swarms of ant warriors disappeared like dust swallowed by a storm, their armor shattered and flesh flying everywhere.

"You insects, how dare you set foot in the Forge God's Kingdom?"

He roared, his voice like thunder piercing through mountains, carrying the power of faith and impacting the surroundings.

The next second, he moved.

[The Starbreaker] swung again, with a speed unrelated to weight.

It didn't slam slowly; instead, it swept across like a whirlwind. Each strike was accompanied by an explosion of air, and each arc was followed by the instantaneous annihilation of dozens of ants.

He is the tyrant of the giant hammer, the blood-soaked tide of the battlefield.

Wherever they went, the ant colony's formations were shattered, as if a giant had torn open a beehive.

Blood, metal, shattered bones, screams—all transformed into a blurry red scene under the silvery battle intent.

Krangding did not pause for a moment.

He was moving, and with each step he took, his boots created tiny craters in the ground.

He was smashing and cleaving, the Starbreaker spewing wind and thunder in the flames, a weapon used to shatter the skulls of Titans, for which there was no need for a second strike against these mortal constructs.

This is a divine expedition, a punishment from the master of the forge.

at the same time.

Meanwhile, at the foot of Mount Clangerding, the suddenly appearing Legion of Heroes began to clash head-on with the wolf pack.

This battle was devoid of feints or probing attacks.

Only the most direct, instinctive, and sharpest tearing and crushing.

The wolf pack soldiers stood two and a half meters tall, clad in heavy power armor manufactured by Horizon Heavy Industries. The beams of light erupting from their propulsion nozzles were like blades. Like a moving wall of steel, they charged in perfect unison, and with a click, two spring-loaded chainsaw blades popped out from the outside of their arm armor, their teeth spinning and a teeth-grinding hum filling the air.

The heroic warriors did not retreat.

They are an extension of the dwarven war god's faith, an immortal military spirit forged in glory and death. They tread on heavy iron boots, wielding battle axes and shield walls, their steps as steady as mountains. No one speaks; they only utter low growls in dwarven language to match their pace, responding to the metallic roar with silent fury.

Armor clashed with armor, and chainsaws tore through the rune shield.

The tomahawk cleaved the powered frame.

Sparks, blood, severed limbs, and shattered shields exploded simultaneously at the point where the battle lines met in a very short time, as if the God of War himself had struck the anvil bell on the ground.

The wolf pack was as fast and ferocious as a pack of hounds, while the legion of heroes was as imposing and divine as a mountain pressing down.

No orders, no way out—only a bloody battle!
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On the command front on the horizon, Lupercal Abraham's gaze pierced through the floating map and sensory images, fixed on the deity on the distant battlefield.

Clangerdin Silverbeard.

The dwarven war god who personally descended from Valhalla is fighting against an army of 20,000 ants all by himself.

Behind him, a dazzling silver-white halo slowly rotated, like a pure silver war wheel polished a thousand times in a smelting furnace, with lightning patterns and runic fire moving around its edges, condensing an indescribable crown aura.

It is not a purely energy phenomenon, but a projection of a divine essence, an external symbol of power touching the "first threshold".

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If it weren't for the real-time connection and the amplification provided by the [Constantality Ring], he wouldn't have been able to contend with it in his current state. But he didn't show any panic.

He simply took a deep breath, and slowly reached his right hand to his waist, drawing the weapon his father had personally entrusted to him—[Abelio's Sword].

Golden flames instantly spread across the sword's edge, like the rising sun, bathing the entire command platform in a radiant golden light at dawn.

It is not a metallic luster in the ordinary sense, but a light of belief that transcends boundaries. It carries the power of the father and symbolizes order and ultimate meaning. The flames travel along the blade and grow continuously, as if the patterns of divine laws are being unsealed.

At that moment, Lupercal's consciousness rose into the air.

Not a metaphor.

He truly "abandoned" his physical body, penetrated the Dharma Ring link structure, and, through the authority of the constant Dharma Ring, leaped his spirit into the [Etheric Ocean].

There was no wind there.

There is no up or down, no left or right, not even time.

Only shattered pendulums, slowly falling words, upside-down burning angels, endlessly extending staircases, and suspended ancient city walls... everything is collapsing, cycling, folding, and regenerating.

At the same time, this is also the birthplace of the ruler.

The sword in his hand will now become the key, and what he is looking for now is the [Master Key] that belongs only to him.

In the sea of ​​light, in the depths where all concepts collapsed, his presence gradually increased, as if some coordinate point about to be reached was quietly focusing.

Yes, he saw his own key, and the key's name was—[Horus]!