Duke felt as if his spirit was enveloped in a vast expanse of energy.

By the time he reacted, he was in a majestic hall, and his body seemed to be no longer physical.

Rather, it is a powerful body with countless pure energy and inexplicable mysterious power.

And then before he could calm down and study his situation.

An old dwarf with a scruffy beard burst into tears and trembled for a moment, and then approached him in a prostration.

I have only seen this pattern of worship on TV in my previous life.

I didn't expect that one day I would be the object of worship.

Now he realized that he seemed to have become a certain god that the other party believed in, and his presence here was to give them the "divine revelation" to guide them to his territory.

But for a moment he had not yet decided how to persuade him to serve him, so he could only watch in silence as the old dwarf approached him little by little.

After a long worship ceremony, the old dwarf anvil finally approached the throne composed of countless divine weapons.

He lowered his head and knelt reverently before Duke.

"Great dwarven gods, king of gods, your people ask for your help. ”

"Save your people, save your lambs. ”

He uttered incoherently the prayers he had heard from various religious sites, hoping only to impress the deity in front of him and bring the last hope to his tribe.

The corners of Duke's mouth twitched as he listened to the jumbled prayers, feeling that the dwarven brothers in front of him still needed to practice this kind of thing again.

If it weren't for yourself today but the real gods, it is estimated that this messy prayer would be able to anger the gods.

【Ahem】

Duke coughed heavily, startling the kneeling dwarf on the ground, and stopped praying indiscriminately, bowing his head in fear from looking at Duke.

[Who disturbs my purity]

Duke's voice was transformed into a muffled thunderbolt, flickering far and near, as if it contained supreme divine power.

"I ...... I am the patriarch of the steel tribe of the dwarven clan in the southern mountains of the continent, and I have no intention of disturbing your sleep. ”

Duke on the throne frowned, not quite knowing the difference between the mountain dwarves and the dwarves he knew, as for the dwarven patriarch's messy humility and honorifics, they were all trivial.

[Why did you come]

When Anvil heard the dwarven god in front of him finally ask about his purpose, he became a little excited for a moment, and immediately said, "My lord, our tribe has been attacked by despicable human mercenaries, and most of the young men have stayed there. ”

At this point he wiped his eyes, and then continued, "I pray that you will send down the Divine Thunder of Punishment and cleave these beasts stained with the blood of your people to ashes. ”

The anvil's clenched right hand swung vigorously, as if he was holding the legendary hammer that could emit ten thousand thunderbolts, and personally slashed at the despicable group of mercenaries.

"Also, I pray that you will show the way for our declining tribe, we women and children will not last long. At this point, his tone softened again, and seemed to be in a state of tears.

Duke had a headache when he heard it, because now he only had a very powerful body, but he didn't have any divine power or great supernatural power.

He is now equivalent to a god with the power of a god.

[Greed is the primordial of all sorrows]

Duke could only say something specious to guide the old dwarf in front of him.

Anvil was slightly stunned, at first he thought that this was talking about those greedy human mercenaries, and it was the dwarf god who gave them a conclusion.

But as if he were reminding himself not to be too greedy, he savored it.

Thinking of this, he instantly broke out in a cold sweat, and the gods spoke so silently but deafeningly.

"I ...... I, please forgive me for my greed. Anvil rubbed his hands together uneasily and said, "I only hope that my tribe will no longer be hungry and frightened, and that you must save your people." ”

He pushed his body to the extreme again, and kowtowed his head with a bang.

Duke nodded in satisfaction, first using a little soft strength around him to hold up the old dwarf in front of him, and then stretched out his right index finger and gently touched the old dwarf's forehead.

A ball of white light sank into Anvil's forehead with Duke's movements.

The old dwarf instantly felt as if he had traveled through time and space, surrounded by countless landscapes rapidly receding, and then a strange land appeared in front of him.

Surrounded by mountains, it is a human fortress city that looks a little in disrepair, but the people living in it are all in good spirits, and they talk with a politeness and elegance that are rarely seen in other cities, and the whole city reveals a lively but quiet and peaceful scene

He also saw a myriad of never-before-seen technologies, a running box with four wheels, an iron bird that could fly without vibrating its wings, and other strange things that didn't belong to this world.

Eventually, an image with gold trim appeared in front of his eyes, a portrait of Duke wearing a duke's gown when he became duke.

Then all the images in front of Anvil dissipated like a fog, but the sights he saw were firmly imprinted in his mind, and he would never forget them.

"The gods are above, so ...... Where is that?"

He stammered a little, the image in his mind that he longed for, and it was a revelation from the dwarven god to him.

[Go, go to the northern fortress and establish my earthly kingdom]

Duke uttered the last words to the old dwarf, and then dissipated into lightning in the hall, leaving the old dwarf still in shock.

He was not afraid of the consequences of his words, according to the primitive teachings of the dwarven religion, the so-called earthly kingdom of God refers to the "most technologically advanced land", which is exactly the result he wants, and there are no bad effects and conflicts.

By the time the anvil came to his senses, the hall was empty, and he prayed again, kowtowing heavily.

When he looked up, he found that he was back in front of the fire where he had come back from his rounds.

Still in a prayer position with your hands crossed and your chin resting on them.

But he knew that everything had changed.

He moved his body, desperate to tell his people the news of his revelation.

But seeing the sleeping figures and the soft snoring around him, he stopped.

Then he climbed up his haystack with a satisfied smile.

Duke, who was far away in the fortress of the North, also dumped the stone slab that had turned into white dust in his hands into the trash.

Yawn and get ready to go to bed again.