Building a Kingdom and Conquering the World - Chapter 182

Chapter 182: “He is really the Descendant of the Son of Fire and Anvil”
Henry emerged from the black mist, his eyes blazing with purple fire, a strange dark-red Great Sword in his hands – “That’s enough” – he shouted, his voice resonating with authority. Caelum glowed, demanding obedience.

The dwarves’ eyes widened in disbelief. Yngvi’s face twisted in anger and confusion as he saw Henry, seemingly unscathed, standing tall with a royal aura around him. His eyes landed on Caelum, and at that moment, the war hammer in his hands seemed to tremble. The lightning snakes that previously raged around it now seemed like coy earthworms, afraid to hiss in front of the sword.

Henry held Caelum and looked at the dwarves, his eyes glowing as he tried to decide what to do with them. The air around him crackled with unspoken tension, making Yngvi subconsciously take a step back. The sword seemed to be familiar, but he couldn’t recall from where. Furthermore, the spirit of the war hammer in his hands were warning him of something, instilling him with an irrational fear.

“Don’t worry, I will make them pay for the disrespect” – Henry muttered, trying to convey his thoughts to the sword that seemed to have a spirit of its own. This spirit seemed extremely furious, like a king wishing to punish those who dared to stage a coup.

He still had no control over summoning Caelum, the Sword of the First King and the symbol of the Myth-seeker Lineage known as Solarius, responsible for fighting the Myths beyond the Frozen Forest. It only manifested because of the danger that was about to strike him, easily dissipating the thunder created by the hammer.

Yngvi, who seemed to have recovered from his previous fear, took a step forward, making slithering lightning snakes cover the hammer again. He could feel that the black-haired human in front of him was actually weaker than him, giving him back some confidence.

“I don’t know how ye managed to block my lightning, human” – Yngvi said, raising his hammer towards the sky once more. The clouds that had previously dispersed gathered together again, and thunderous sounds, even stronger than before, echoed as the gray clouds turned silver – “Try again.”

Witnessing this scene, the three dwarves near him took a few steps back, almost pressing their backs against the gates of the village, swallowing nervously. They understood the power of the weapon and knew that the attack being prepared would cover a larger area, possibly obliterating Henry and those behind him.

“Yngvi is furious” – flashed through their minds, and even Mani, who had thrown Leier away yet again, distanced herself, keeping an eye on Leier and the other on the thunderous skies.

“Die!” – Yngvi screamed, his old hands gripping the silver hammer with both hands as he smashed it towards the ground. At that same moment, a lightning bolt that seemed even larger than three Ice Giants fell upon his enemies. The lightning was so blinding that everyone instinctively closed their eyes, as if their pupils were burning.

Henry could feel the immense power surging towards him. At that moment, Caelum pulsed in his hands, and as if they were in a symbiotic relationship, feeling the emotion of the sword, Henry slashed upwards as if wishing to split the lightning in half. At the last moment, the sword shone with royal purple fire, and the fire seemed to take the image of a dragon’s mouth, roaring as it swallowed the light whole. Even the clouds seemed to be swallowed, as if a king was beheading everyone who dared to stage a coup, clearing the sky as the dragon shot upwards, like a living being, standing as high as the mountain peaks, overlooking the battlefield like a commander.

Henry could feel that Caelum wanted him to punish those daring dwarves for attacking them. It wanted to burn them and leave no trace behind. But Henry didn’t want to kill them; he wanted them to submit. To achieve that, he had to use force. The king waved his sword downwards, and the purple dragon reacted instantly, descending at full speed towards the five dwarves gathered near the gates. As it descended, Henry could feel his Mana being depleted rapidly; this attack consumed at least a third of his reserves as Caelum absorbed everything.

Yngvi seemed lost in the sight of the descending purple dragon, a memory of the texts and images inscribed in the shrine of Blacksmiths reverberating in his mind – “The purple dragon is the symbol of the Son of Fire and Anvil as he wields the First Sword ever created by mankind, symbolizing the first and last flame of the world” – he muttered to himself, recalling the ancient inscription.

“He is really the Descendant of the Son of Fire and Anvil” – the truth finally hit him as the purple fire dragon was about to swallow them.

At that moment of realization, Yngvi dropped to his knee and let go of his hammer, which lost its silvery lightning as if done serving its purpose, his nose touching the cold ground beneath his feet. He didn’t even dare to raise his weapon again. He had attacked the descendant of someone who was more like a god to the village. He deserved death.

The others looked at Yngvi without understanding his reason for kneeling. They expected him to protect them, and seeing that they were not going to be protected, they were ready to defend themselves. However, before they could act, Yngvi’s voice resounded. “KNEEL, RIGHT NOW!”

“Damn ye, old man!” Mani shouted. “I won’t die here! I still have lots of ale stored in me house!” She took her hammer and jumped to face the dragon, while the others watched her, unsure of what to do. However, they all dropped their weapons and knelt when Mani’s painful screams echoed as she was swallowed by the dragon’s mouth, her burnt body falling right near them, the hairs on her whole body burnt as she breathed with difficulty.

At the sight of her hairless body, they all decided to kneel. As they knelt, the purple dragon stopped its descent and looked at them as if deciding whether to kill them or not.

“ENOUGH!” Henry shouted between tired pants, his vision almost darkening as if he was about to pass out, his Mana drained. The purple dragon turned to look at him, before returning to the sword, becoming a gentle and soft purple fire around the blade.

Henry maintained his ground, despite his body’s wish to drop unconscious, looking at the elder dwarves in front of him.