Chapter 341: The Power of a Single Hammer

Sinuoli took a deep breath to steady his focus, tapping his feet lightly on the ground to find the right sensation, and began to establish a connection with the ley line beneath the earth. At the same time, he cast a single-target Grimnir ritual on himself to add a few more points of strength.

"Hoo!"

Years of study and the extra perception brought by his Stone Form allowed his soul to successfully touch the surging power coming from the planet itself beneath his feet.

Sinuoli reached out a finger to touch it lightly, drawing out a small strand of spiritual energy. Once the energy was drawn out, Sinuoli immediately withdrew his consciousness back into his body, beginning to focus all his efforts on containing and guiding the extracted energy.

The energy flow began to dissipate the moment it left the earth; from the perspective of the onlookers beside Sinuoli, they felt a gust of wind sweep toward them, centered on the stone statue, and the runes on the equipment of many clansmen were stimulated, emitting light.

A tiny stream from the ley line still felt like a surging, raging tide when it manifested in the world. Using it directly without specialized equipment to comb and guide it was still too crude; the unruly energy rampaged within Sinuoli's body, searching for a suitable outlet.

"The power of the mountains, all in my palm!"

The stone statue let out an explosive roar toward the sky, the Storm Hammer pointed outward, the runes activated, and feeling the massive energy surging toward his right arm, he looked around to find a suitable target.

"That way will do!"

In the urgency, Sinuoli looked at the mountain face opposite him, narrowed his eyes, swung his arm, and threw the warhammer with all his might. With two major skills, the ritual, the ley line, and the runes stacked together, this hammer strike was his strongest blow since he had transmigrated!

"Boom-boom!"

A deafening sonic boom rang out. When projectiles fly at speeds exceeding the speed of sound, the density waves of the sound they emit cannot outrun the object itself, so they all stack up at the rear, forming a cone-shaped sonic cone.

The warhammer dragged a white trail behind it; this was a vapor cone. Behind the shockwave front, the surrounding air was compressed due to the increase in air pressure, causing water vapor to condense into tiny droplets, looking just like clouds and mist.

"Bong!"

No sooner said than done, the warhammer had already slammed into the mountain face several hundred meters away. The moment of contact, the mountain rock that had stood unmoved through tens of thousands of years of wind and rain was crushed like soft tofu.

Dust and debris surged outward, obscuring the Dwarfs' vision, but relying on the resonance of the runes, Sinuoli knew the hammer did not stop immediately; it continued to drill into the mountain with immense inertia.

"Don't go over there!"

Sinuoli folded his arms, admiring his masterpiece. Such a terrifying blow left the onlookers awestruck. As the dust slowly dissipated, a few bold fellows stepped forward quickly, wanting to see just how much destructive power it had.

The clansmen stopped in their tracks upon hearing this, only to see a large hole appear on the mountain face, with a set of spiderweb-like cracks forming around the point of impact, still continuing to expand outward.

"Clatter! Clatter!"

Accompanied by a few light sounds, several rock fragments fell down.

"Crash!"

"Thud!"

This seemed to trigger a switch, and the mountain face, its stability compromised, suffered a landslide. A massive amount of mud, sand, and stone poured down instantly; it was as if a yellow waterfall had appeared before the Dwarfs' eyes.

Living in the mountains year-round and frequently excavating the mountainside to mine or build dwellings, the Dwarfs had experienced their fair share of collapses and landslides. Although the Engineers had gradually mastered some techniques for prediction and avoidance, most clansmen still attributed this to the wrath of Father God Grungni and others.

"Achoo!"

For a moment, the entire scene was silent; all that could be heard were a few subsequent falling stones and the soft sounds of clansmen swallowing their spit, until a certain clansman let out a loud sneeze due to the dust, bringing everyone back to their senses.

"How about that? No applause or cheers for this?"

The power of this strike was also a bit greater than he had expected, but since he was the perpetrator, Sinuoli deactivated his Avatar of the Gods and turned around with a smile.

"Th-th-this, is this the legendary Storm Hammer?" Suojiade looked at the mountain face that had been half-collapsed by a single blow, his mouth hanging open for a long time as he stammered.

"Not bad, or is the power even less than you imagined?" the King of the Southlands asked back with a face full of smiles.

"I wouldn't dare! I, I have lived in the outer lands for a long time and have shallow knowledge; I had actually doubted that the rumors were untrue. Having seen it with my own eyes today, I now know that those mere mortals could never describe your great power clearly!"

The two Norsca Princes were scared into a cold sweat; their drunkenness had completely worn off.

"Eh, Suoli, do you think you could catch this hammer of mine?"

Sinuoli turned his head to look at his younger brother, who was still staring blankly. His gaze landed on Suoli with such intensity that the young man seemed to have been struck by a heavy hammer, sitting down on the ground with a "thump."

"I, I, I concede, I concede!"

Compared to his older brother, who could still muster the spirit to offer a few words of praise, this planned challenger waved his hands repeatedly, scooting backward on his backside, terrified that he might actually take a hit. A mortal body, even wearing heirloom armor, would be shaken into a pulp by the impact force.

"By the way, I heard there is an ancient Dragon Ogre in the Chaos Wastes named Kholek Suneater, as large as a mountain, who calls himself the incarnation of the storm and is worshipped and sacrificed to by the ignorant masses as a god. How does this strike of mine compare to him?"

Sinuoli asked again; the effect of this hammer strike made him feel that he was qualified to compare himself to the true top-tier combatants of this world.

"The so-called sun-eating is not because the sun is unwilling to see it; the ancestors recorded that it can only trigger black thunderstorm clouds, which in turn cause the thunderstorms to obscure the sunlight," Suojiade said, not rushing to give a definitive conclusion, but laying the groundwork first.

"Kholek sleeps year-round, and I have never seen it. Judging by its species, although Dragon Ogres have great strength, their bodies are clumsy and difficult to maneuver flexibly; how could they compare to your Storm Hammer, which moves as if it were an extension of your own arm? Naturally, it is far inferior!"

Suojiade's reply made Sinuoli very satisfied. That kind of giant beast, which couldn't even see its own backside, was certainly devastating when clearing out cannon fodder, but if facing a powerful single target, it would inevitably be like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

"Let's head back, don't stand here blowing in the wind! Brother-in-law, since you've rarely come to visit, stay a while longer; there's still plenty to see around here!" With his goal achieved, Sinuoli waved his hand and led the team back; this hammer strike had been exhausting, and he needed to rest as well.

December 16th

The Ancestor Chosen Sinuoli showed us his Storm Hammer; the previous rumors were still too conservative. He collapsed a mountain peak with a single blow in front of everyone!

By the Kings of Karak-Dron, his deeds of slaying a Demigod and banishing a Greater Daemon are all true! He even asked me who was stronger, him or Kholek Suneater, who once destroyed a fortress in the Book of Grudges; he likely intends to hunt that great being who has signed a contract with the Chaos Gods.

From now on, no, right now, I must build a good relationship with my dearest brother-in-law! The Mountain Kingdom will surely rise under his leadership, and the Northern Four Cities must also get on this bandwagon.