Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1058 The Dwarf War God Dies!
"Ughhhhhh~~~"

The dwarven war god held firm against Lupercal's descending longsword. In that instant, Crangerdin Silverbeard realized that the longsword that had descended from the sky, burning with golden flames, was no weapon that mortals could withstand. Even before its sharpness arrived, the intense heat and pressure it brought had already made the air on the entire battlefield scorch like thunder.

When he actually clashed with it, he immediately sensed that the divine core dormant within his soul was trembling faintly, as if some power higher than that of a god was being released from the sword's edge, judging and negating his essence. It was not a simple injury, but an absolute blow against his divinity.

"I absolutely cannot be killed by this sword..."

He knew perfectly well that if this sword were to fall and strike the core of his divine essence, it would not only be a physical destruction, but the very source of his existence would be severed.

Then he roared:
"Get out of my way!!!"

His rage surged like magma from his body, and he gripped the two-handed warhammer [Starbreaker], forged from star iron, tightly in his hands. The heavy hammer emanated twisted heat waves and sonic booms in the air, and the muscles of his arms, as bulging as cast iron, poured divine power into the handle.

On the other side, Lupercal Abraham, in the midst of war, gripped the hilt of the Sword of Abelio tightly with both hands. His four-meter-tall body pressed down like a mountain, concentrating every inch of his strength and conviction on the ever-pressing blade, like a judge wielding royal power, stripping the world from its sins.

The dwarven war god and the son of the first king of the double crown are locked in a struggle here.

As this force continued to suppress, Horus behind Lupercal also began to adjust its posture. Its pair of metallic blue wings fluttered gently, the light stream on the crown of the king rotated like a star ring, and the [Spear of Judgment] held in its right arm was charging up, the spearhead flashing with causal projection like divine punishment.

Clearly, he was going to cooperate with the host to deliver a fatal blow from behind the God of War, a blow that would be enough to destroy the very logic of existence.

The tide of battle is turning in their favor.

Krangding knew perfectly well that if the spear of light hit him, he would be doomed.

So he activated the runic power on the warhammer.

"boom!!!"

As a violent and intense boom spread outwards, the etheric flow of the entire battlefield violently reversed like a reversed tide, and a force field with grayish-white distorted ripples exploded from the center of the hammerhead.

This is one of the core domains from [Starbreakers].

"Anti-Ether Realm - EVE Particle Vacuum Interference Barrier!"

This is a divine artifact specifically designed to counter Aether Manipulators. Once activated, all abilities based on Aether logic within the field's range will be significantly weakened or even rendered ineffective. More importantly, when this field acts on the [Avatar of the Overlord], its effect will be even more direct.

"Om——"

The moment the stance unfolds.

Horus, like an electronic screen that has lost its signal, suddenly lost its stable projection structure. His figure began to show severe resolution disorder, with color blocks and discontinuous lines flashing on his body, and his shoulders and the edges of his wings showing out-of-focus, blurry, and frame-skipping distortions.

At the same time, the two virtual crowns behind Lupercal, one gold and one silver, also began to distort and scatter under the fluctuations. The gold light faded and the silver halo sluggish. An invisible oppressive force suppressed his spiritual channel from the root, causing the Horizon computing power running in his body to drop sharply at this moment.

In that instant, his power was no longer a raging torrent, but rather like a machine whose main power supply had been cut off, instantly shrinking in power.

The suppressive trajectory of [Abelio's Sword] was finally shattered in that instant. The blade was forced to deflect in the firelight, and Lupercal turned slightly to the side, but was immediately forced to take a half step back by the recoil.

"Hahaha~~~ You greenhorn, borrowed power is never truly your own!!!"

Clangedin Silverbeard, a follower of the deity-worshipping school, roared like thunder, mocking the Son of Gui's act of borrowing power in a rebellious manner.

At the same time, his eyes burned with fighting spirit. He suddenly swung the heavy [Starbreaker] upwards, and divine fire flowed upwards along the hammer handle, striking the side of the holy sword. The sound of metal clashing shook the earth, and the flames and divinity transformed into distorted beams of light that shot out in all directions during the collision of the hammer and sword.

He then took another step, and the ground cracked and collapsed under the heavy stomp of his boots. In that one step, the power of the God of War was fully unleashed.

[Warfare Domain + Forging Domain]

[Crown-like Realm: Divine Power]

He swung his warhammer, his arms taut as if cast in iron, his spine taut like a drawn bow, his muscles bulging and trembling beneath his heavy armor. The [Starbreaker] unleashed a massive, semi-circular arc, the hammerhead slicing through the air with astonishing pressure, like a falling molten meteorite, crashing down towards Lupercal's chest.

At that moment, the entire battlefield seemed to be enveloped by the light of the hammer.

Faced with this violent attack, Lupercal did not retreat, dodge, or even defend. He simply hardened his eyes and went straight to meet it.

He knew what would happen after the blow landed, but he still charged headlong into the hammer.

This was certainly not because he was reckless, but because he knew that he only had five minutes to rely on his father's power.

He had to defeat the dwarven god of war within five minutes, so he had to use every means possible to defeat the enemy quickly. The reason he chose to meet the attack head-on was to trigger the [Law of Retribution] engraved in his soul.

He knew that the full force of the attack unleashed by the [Hidden Crown] would not be completely countered by the [Law of Retribution], and he would certainly suffer severe damage as well.

However, the rewards will be exceptionally generous!

"boom--!!!"

The hammer has hit!

The earth-shattering impact, like a thunderclap that shook the soul, echoed through the valley. The powerful shockwave ripped outwards from Lupercal, instantly creating a crater several meters deep. Dust and debris swirled into the sky, the air seemed to be sucked out, and the aftershocks blasted all the nearby ruins into dust.

Lupercal's body hovered in the air for a fraction of a second before being violently swung away.

At the instant he was struck, he could clearly feel the impact that tore apart all his internal organs bursting from his chest, and the holy body with two hearts and three lungs made a low cracking sound under that hammer blow.

The left atrium collapsed, the pumping stopped, and blood flow reversed; the right ventricle concussed and almost stopped beating as well; the accessory lung suffered a seismic tear, and its internal structure became disordered...

He even heard the sound of his bones breaking in an instant, his ribs shattering into several pieces like porcelain, his chest cavity filled with warm and viscous divine blood, the bright red churning inside him, but then dissipating into a blood mist under the high temperature, so thick that it almost spewed out of his throat.

He gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood.

He knelt on the broken ground, his holy sword embedded in the mudstone to support his body. His breastplate was embedded in his inner bone, and the metal cracks shimmered with afterglow like divine fire. A faint trace of dark red seeped from the corner of his mouth, but his expression remained as cold and stern as a knife.

He took a gamble.

Now, we await the moment when the compensatory response of the [Law of Retribution] will trigger a backlash.

The roar of the mountain had not yet subsided, and the aftershocks of the battle echoed in the rift valley, but Clangerdin Silverbeard had already strode forward, his heavy armor pressing down like an iron mountain in the firelight, and the scorching smell of Lupercal's flesh still lingered as he swung his warhammer.

He laughed loudly, his laughter filled with undisguised arrogance and self-satisfied fighting spirit, echoing like war drums throughout the dome of Crangelton.

"Hahahaha-!"

"You outsiders are ultimately no match for the gods of all the heavens and myriad realms!"

He approached Lupercal step by step, who was kneeling on the sword's edge, looking down at the cracks and blood seeping from the opponent's golden armor, his eyes filled with the cold arrogance of a victor.

"The gods of the Moradin system are beyond the comprehension of outsiders like you."

He raised his warhammer high, the ancient inscriptions on its surface echoing the victor's battle song, and his increasingly aggressive sneer filled the air. "Your father, Hugh Abraham, may have had some skill, but you? Lupercal Abraham? Ha, you think you can conquer Mount Clangertin?"

"To shake this mountain range of iron and divine fire, at the very least the Lord of the Horizon would have to come in person—and you can't even imitate a fraction of his power!"

With each word he spoke, he took a step closer, his warhammer dragging on the ground, stirring up rubble and flames; his gaze was as intense as that of a thunder-forged furnace.

“I admit, you have guts. But guts are useless. A ruler? Haha, in the face of a true god, such a thing is nothing but a toy.”

"The horizon is not worthy; you are even less worthy."

Just as he was about to utter his last word, he suddenly paused, the words stuck in his throat.

His expression shifted from arrogance and triumph to shock and bewilderment.

He was breathing rapidly, and his steps became disordered and halting.

Then, a sharp pain suddenly struck. He groaned, his arm gripping the warhammer trembled, and the next second, his knees slammed to the ground. His heavy, cast-iron-like body crashed into the rubble and trenches, raising dust and flames.

He braced himself against the ground, his face contorted in agony, a trickle of blood flowing from behind his ear. His divine core seemed to tremble violently. With all his might, he turned his head to look at Lupercal—the First Son who was still kneeling on the ground, yet had not fallen.

"How can it be……"

He murmured to himself, as if questioning fate.

"What time is this...?"

"If there is any other harm, then a life must be paid for with a life, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a brand for a brand, a wound for a wound, a beating for a beating—"

The true meaning of the Law of Retribution, at this moment, was as profound as rust and as immutable as an iron law, falling upon the dwarven war god Clangedin Silverbeard.

At first, it was just a fleeting moment of palpitation.

The next moment, it was as if an invisible hammer suddenly blasted out from within, swirling back along every inch of the path of nerves, blood vessels, spirituality, and divine resonance.

His chest throbbed with excruciating pain, his heart stopped for a moment, then contracted violently, and a surge of scalding blood rushed upwards, straight to his throat; it was blood, the blood of a scorched god, which transformed into metallic, pungent steam in the high temperature.

"Cough cough cough, damn it, this is the power of causality..."

The dwarven war god murmured in agony, his spleen shattering like rubble, his lungs contracting wildly as if filled with molten iron, convulsing violently as he tried to breathe, but only inhaled pain and flames. His kidneys trembled like ingots struck by a warhammer.

The world before my eyes gradually blurred, and the edges of the temple, constructed of metal and fire, trembled and twisted, as if the world itself was echoing the decree.

"you……"

He could no longer laugh, no longer roar. The hammer-like backlash felt far heavier and more real at this moment than the blow he had personally delivered to Lupercal's chest.

And then—he heard footsteps.

Calm and steady.

Each step felt like an echo on his shattered heart.

He raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the flames and collapsing divinity, landing on the golden figure walking towards him.

Lupercal Abraham.

His steps were slow, yet as straight and resolute as ever. Even with the scars on his shoulder, the dripping blood from his chest, and the slight trembling of his left arm, he still gripped the holy sword burning with golden flames.

The flames never died out, and the will never wavered.

Behind him, the figure of Horus, appearing in faint light, calmly gazed upon the god on the verge of collapse with golden and silver eyes. In the void, the twin illusory crowns, one golden and one silver, had stabilized again, like two stars rising from a battlefield.

Lupercal did not speak.

He simply moved forward step by step, slowly but undeniably, toward the dwarven war god.

Kranguddin Silverbeard looked at the golden figure slowly walking towards him, but showed no fear or apprehension.

He even revealed a steely smile, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, splattering onto his broken armor and boots, his voice hoarse yet chilling:

“Remember this… After you kill me… you will bear the mark of my death.”

His voice was like the clanging of an anvil deep within a forge, carrying a curse-like quality that seemed to erupt from the depths of divinity:
"This mark will incur the wrath of the Moradin pantheon. No matter which plane, spirit realm, or timeline you hide in—they will come for you, tear you apart, and dissect your arrogant soul bit by bit."

He raised his head, and beneath his silver brow bone, his eyes gleamed with an unyielding spirit like a fading flame.

“...My father God...Moradin...he will avenge me.”

Lupercal remained unmoved after hearing these words.

He simply raised the golden holy sword [Sword of Abelio] high in his hand, its blade burning fiercely beneath the sky, the surrounding air began to distort, and even time seemed to be cleaved open by the golden flame.

His voice was calm, without anger or arrogance, simply stating a fact.

"Then let them come looking for revenge on me," said the son of the First Return.

Krangding tilted his head back, grinned, revealing blood-stained fangs, his smile as cruel as stone.

"I'll be waiting for you in hell!"

That laugh pierced through the flames, through the high walls, and through the entire Clangerding Hill.

next second.

Click!

[Abelio's Sword] slashed down with unstoppable force, its blade falling like a blazing sun, its light instantly obscuring the entire field of vision.

The dwarven war god's head, still grinning, flew into the air, his silver beard billowing like a waterfall. His expression was frozen between maniacal laughter and contempt, as if he had not been defeated, but had deliberately offered death as a final act of defiance to the world.

The head fell to the ground.

His divine essence—the core of divinity representing the dwarves' fighting spirit and indomitable will—was instantly locked, torn apart, and devoured by the "concept extracted" from the golden holy sword!
As the divine fire disintegrated, a wisp of primordial light in the form of silver flames was dragged into the sword. At that moment, the flames of the [Sword of Abelio] briefly surged before receding and becoming still, as if it had drunk the soul of the God of War.

Krangdin Silverbeard, the father of battle of the dwarven pantheon, fell at Mount Krangdin.

In the Third Horizon War, the strongest fighter of the Clangertin Mountain faction was killed by Lupercal Abraham, the son of the First Return!