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Chapter 828 827. Alas, if there is no gold in the world, everyone can become a hero (Part 1)

At night the Brass Fortress became a paradise of pleasure, and every tavern, every casino, and every quaint place in the city was crowded with rude soldiers.

Pretending to be the reward they had just received, they roared with red eyes to drink the most enjoyable drinks and spend huge sums of money on the gambling table.

There is absolutely no psychological pressure on them to do so because it is their right to do so.

They paid blood and death for the survival of this city, so naturally they also want to enjoy glory and relaxation on top of this joyful celebration.

Those precious wealth earned with life should be used rationally, so that they can live up to the hardships and efforts they put in to earn wealth, and also reward themselves with the sense of accomplishment when they gain honor and victory.

Money can't buy everything, but it can cut off most of your worries. This is the true meaning of wealth.

All the money in the world is only valuable when it is used, and what is piled there is just a bunch of worthless numbers.

Only by understanding this can we understand the meaning of making money.

Such a fanatical atmosphere also attracted those frightened civilians. After learning that the gnolls had been defeated, the fortress was saved, and the damn warp siege would be lifted tomorrow morning, even the most conservative brass dwarves were relieved. Integrated into this victory celebration that swept the entire fortress.

The noisy joy even covered up the noise that echoed in the Brass Fortress for several years, allowing the tired Supreme Lord Hadran to feel the relaxation and joy from the bottom of his heart of his subjects in the throne room.

"Listen, Your Majesty, your people are shouting your name. They call you the 'King of Gold, the Lord of Bounty, and the Master of Wealth.'"

The king's guard wearing a war helmet whispered to his majesty:

"Perhaps you should respond to this enthusiasm and leave the throne room to return to your people and rejoice with them. You have not been here for a long time."

"Yeah, I haven't for a long time. Ah, it's been too long. It seems like a lifetime ago."

Lord Hadran nodded. He brought his weapon as usual, the sacred war hammer called "Gaia's Power", and left the throne room accompanied by his bodyguards, but he soon noticed To the reveling soldiers in the crowd, he said:

"My general gave the soldiers a day off? What about the defense of the fortress?"

"Ironheart warriors are stationed everywhere, my lord."

The guard replied in a gentle tone:

"You don't have to worry about the safety of the fortress at all. Jackals, kobolds, and shameless rat people are all afraid of those cold and realistic warriors. Their hearts are as cold as iron, and their desires are direct. It is precisely because their lives are simple enough that they let They can move forward in a troubled world.

Ah, what a lovely group of people. "

"I think there is something in your words, but where is Bannock?"

The Supreme Lord touched his rapidly beating heart. The Golden Man's danger prediction seemed to tell him that something bad might happen tonight. He frowned and asked:

"Where is my general?"

"Lord Bannock is personally leading people to inspect the tunnels. Your Majesty, he is the most vigilant sentinel and will protect our country from all dangers."

The guard still replied in a gentle tone:

"You don't have to worry at all, just relax and enjoy the victory."

"Um"

The Supreme Lord nodded. A few seconds later, when he took the wine glass from the enthusiastic people in front of him, he suddenly asked his bodyguard:

"I may be really old. After all, time is not forgiving to a dwarf who is over a thousand years old. However, have I seen you before?"

"You are joking, Your Majesty, haven't I always been guarding you?"

The guard burst out laughing and said in a gentle tone:

"From the moment the Brass Fortress was established, I have been your most loyal protector. Have you forgotten? My name is Dutna, Dutna Burning Gold."

"?"

The High Lord blinked, drank a glass of wine, and said:

"I don't remember that the Brass Dwarf's last name includes 'Burning Gold'. Did you change your name yourself?"

"No, that's my original name. In fact, 'Ranjin' is my nickname, and 'Dutna' is the name I changed for myself. In order to better integrate into this world, I always need a A name that can be called.”

The dwarf guard wearing a golden war helmet, golden armor, and a gorgeous cloak grinned and said:

"I opened my eyes when the first piece of burning gold was unearthed, and when the strange ore was discovered by the clever halflings, I was given consciousness. For hundreds of years, the dwarves continued to dig. The use of burning gold allows me to quickly accumulate wisdom.

It wasn't until a certain point came that I realized my existence.

I must thank you.

Lord Hadran and your people, you have given me the meaning of existence, and I have learned about my future and truly awakened from living with you. "

As the Supreme Lord watched with increasing confusion, the faceless guard personally poured him a large glass of wine, and pushed the mellow-smelling liquid in front of the Supreme Lord amid a joyful celebration.

With a hint of apology, he said:

"I'm sorry, you lost the favor of Ms. Gaia because of me. Although that was not the main reason, I also tried to reconcile with Him, but He didn't want to believe that I was a neutral person. Maybe it's because I am different from Him. The first god born from the warp.

I will make it up to you.

I swear. "

"ah?"

The Supreme Lord could no longer understand the nonsense of his guard. He said doubtfully:

"But isn't it because Gaia abandons us because she is afraid of being polluted by faith?"

"Well, there is a reason.

But Ms. Gaia is a god born from the power of creation. Their form of existence is unique. Their resistance to the filth of faith is far beyond your and other mortal imaginations, not to mention that she also has silver dwarves and frost. The dwarf's faith support, the mere corruption of the brass dwarf was not enough to really affect her. "

Dutna Ranjin took out a sterling silver pocket watch and looked at the time. He said:

"The reason why Ms. Gaia gave up on you, apart from the fact that you are no longer able to maintain your original intention under the influence of wealth and have begun to affect her appearance in turn, is probably also to sell me a face by the cut that is bound to come. Let me do her a favor.

No!

This may be a test.

If I claim neutrality, then I should behave in opposition to it.

Is this an assessment from an old timer?

Well, from those brave and tired defenders of the world.

Everyone is talking about an era of chaos coming, and I'm honored to play a role in it, where the impact of the Warp on the physical world will manifest itself in wondrous ways.

From now on, the road to divinity will no longer be closed.

If the dwarves' hundreds of years of trading, hoarding and exchanging wealth can shape me, then a crazy and evil guy can also shape something more terrifying through the same method.

For example, the Midnight Mother has been wailing, the Hunting Lord is about to wake up, and the 'seeds' that have made waves in the subspace.

The will of subspace announced the secret of faith and gods to the world through my birth, but be careful

Like the birth of psychic energy, this was not born out of simple generosity.

It's time for me to go, Your Majesty.

I should prepare for the day of my birth.

Dear Hadran, drink this drink and I will make it up to you, so let's meet again later. "

After saying that, the guy made a "raise a glass" gesture to the Supreme Lord, and the next second, the Supreme Lord, who was just waking up from a dream, blinked his eyes, lowered his head and saw the golden medal placed in front of him. The wine of light, but there was no one across from him.

"Where are my guards?"

The Supreme Lord turned around and shouted to the drunken veteran beside him. The guy was stunned for a moment and said:

"Ah? Lord, you have been drinking with us! You came from the throne room alone, there are no guards!"

"What did you say!"

Hadran's heart beat faster.

He realized that he had just experienced something weird or something that could be called "terrible".

His eyes fell on the golden wine in front of him, and an impulse drove him to drink it. However, the Supreme Lord was an ancient man after all, and he immediately suppressed this abnormal impulse.

He carefully picked up the wine glass, only to find that no matter how much he shook it, it would not spill even a drop of wine. It seemed to be waiting for the "destined person" to drink the glass of wine, thereby establishing a relationship with a mysterious existence. Real connection.

Hadran tied the wine glass filled with golden liquid to his belt. He pushed away the soldiers beside him who wanted to continue drinking with him. He shouted:

"Ranjin! Throw away all the burning gold in your hands! That thing will lead you astray!"

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This shout made the surrounding group of carnival dwarves look at each other. Has their supreme lord gone crazy? Who would throw away the treasure they worked so hard to earn?

All the Brass Dwarves have been enjoying this thing for over a month.

It can be exchanged for money for them to enjoy pleasure, it can also be used as a weapon to kill dangerous enemies, and it is a symbol of identity and status. It has replaced the meaningless and outdated bloodline and become the best way for aspiring people to show their financial strength. Good proof.

A new system based on wealth was formed in the Brass Fortress and replaced the previous system at an unimaginable speed. In the face of such a system, Hadran's status as the supreme lord did not seem so transcendent.

After all, many people know that the High Lord has spent all his royal treasury in order to hire people to fight, and he is now a pauper on the verge of bankruptcy.

Hey, how come you, a pauper, are talking to us rich guys with money in mind?

Seeing that none of the dwarves around him did as he asked, Hadran's heart sank to the bottom of the valley at this moment. He remembered the conversation between the guy and himself just now and the content that sounded incredible.

The next moment, the Supreme Lord picked up his war hammer and rushed to the throne room. He found the ancient Holy Emblem of Gaia on the corner of the table. He grabbed it tightly and put on his Lord's armor. He tried to call the royal family. Guard but then gave up.

No one will respond to him!

How could a qualified laborer respond to a pauper boss who could barely pay his wages?

So, it's just him.

"Bannock is causing trouble in the underground tunnel! Everything that bastard did was to give birth to this 'Dutna Burning Gold'! This time, the god who will be born in the black disaster is not only the Lord of Hunting. No!"

The Lord of the Hunt is just a cover to attract everyone’s attention!

The real goal of subspace is to allow the God of Wealth, who claims to be neutral, to appear in full view of the public, so as to completely crush the original gods and belief systems on the continent. "

On the way to the underground in the elevator, Lord Hadran's mind was spinning at high speed, and he thought:

"When everyone knows that gods can be shaped by mortals, the once aloof gods will completely lose all mystery and respect, and will even directly impact the foundation of the belief system. Gaia, Su and Avalon are the most popular in Asia. The gods fighting in space will inevitably be affected.

Or even worse!

Countless ambitious guys will use this to start their ‘road to the gods’.

Dutner warned me that this knowledge, like psionics, was no more a benevolent gift from the Warp.

When the old system falls apart under the impact of new forces, a new era, that era of chaos, will come.

This is their purpose.

They don't want to use black disaster to cause chaos in the mainland!

More than that, they want to derail everything, and the Brass Dwarves are just the first victims of this crazy era.

No!

We have done something wrong, something more terrible than rebelling against Gaia.

He cannot be allowed to be born! "

"哐"

The elevator landed on the ground at this moment, and the door of the mechanical structure opened outwards. Lord Hadran strode out of it. He had reached the underground of the Brass Fortress. Now he only needed to rush into the tunnel and kill the madman Bannock.

However, what appeared in front of him was a team of iron-hearted warriors.

These dwarves, who had abandoned their faith a long time ago and instead immersed themselves in fighting, killing and wealth, all turned back. Their eyes under the helmets shone with indifference and scrutiny, and in the hands of these guys Inside, those gold-burning ores are shining with strange light.

That's their "holy symbol."

That is the holy symbol of the God of Wealth.

Ah, wealth.

Bold people can discover wealth, cautious people can accumulate wealth, and cowardly people can only waste wealth.

For the sake of gold, even a humble person can slay a dragon with a sword.

For the sake of gold, a noble man can fall overnight.

Loyalists can also backstab for gold.

Just like now!

When they saw the Holy Emblem of Gaia hanging on Lord Hadran's chest, these iron-hearted warriors sneered. They grabbed the weapons around them and moved like when fighting gnolls, completely destroying the way forward for their supreme lord. block.

"Ofger is right! I should have crushed you all to death when you were born!"

Hadran roared angrily, picked up the warhammer and rushed towards his soldiers. The Iron Heart warriors stepped forward to fight without fear. It was not their faith that drove them to fight.

Because the God of Wealth does not require faith!

He represents the principles of world commercial circulation. He is different from the old gods who symbolized the birth of nature. Different from the new gods who were shaped by the power of creation, such a wonderful god as the God of Wealth is the power of subspace and the material world. The third generation of gods born after symbiosis.

They possess both the symbols of the old gods and the independent will of the new gods. They are born of faith, but they will not die because of their faith.

They will not disappear as long as the things they represent do not perish.

As long as the things they represent prosper, they will be strong as well.

The din of battle was quickly noticed by General Bannock, but he did not feel angry about it. He had full confidence in the high lord whom he had served his whole life.

An ancient one of the dwarves, Lord Hadran has a heart as tough and stubborn as brass.

But what is the use of a sudden awakening at the last moment?

Bannock looked at the subspace gap that had opened in front of him and the chaos eggs that were still gestating around him. His face was full of satisfaction and comfort. The God of Wealth was about to be born, and he could show his power wherever there was burning gold.

There is too much burning gold in the Brass Fortress, and this place will become His holy place.

Lo and behold, I have created a god with my own hands!

"Congratulations, Your Majesty General."

Bannock stood alone in front of the ever-opening rift. A unique device in his hand was still operating during the invasion of subspace. A very gentle man's voice came from it. He said:

"You have finally completed a great deed that is difficult for mortals to accomplish. A god will be born under your mold. I must express my respect and worship to you and extend an invitation to you again. Join us, General, and you will become The brightest star of destruction in the dusk of all things.”

"I reject!"

Bannock looked at the light flickering in the subspace gap in front of him with fascination, and he murmured like a dream:

"I am not the same person as you. I never want to destroy this beautiful world. I just want to make it more colorful. And my lifelong ideal has reached the end. The wonderful things I have shaped with my own hands are on the road to awakening. I There is nothing more to ask for.”

"Well, salute to the ideal!"

The voice said again:

"But our agreement."

"The Brass Fortress is here. All the defenders have been replaced by believers of the God of Wealth. Remember to bring enough fuel or wealth. The rest is up to you to do with whatever you want."

Bannock turned around and looked at the bloody Supreme Lord Hadran behind him. His face changed from the open-mindedness and excitement when his ideals were realized, and became solemn and gentle again, just like he had done in the Brass Fortress before. As shown.

The general wearing a battle helmet decorated with red tassels casually threw away the instrument in his hand and said:

"If you help me realize this wonderful ideal, I also wish you smooth sailing in pursuing your ideal. Now, I, a traitor, have to accept the punishment of the Lord, and I deserve all the consequences.

Farewell then, Your Excellency, 'Master Chief'. "