Chapter 413: The Law of Faith

The so-called core of the aftermath is how to deal with those clansmen at the Dragon Crag outpost who have suffered from Chaos corruption. Sinuoli will, of course, use rituals to help purify them, but he has no idea if they can be completely cleansed.

Chaos corruption is divided into various degrees; having contact with Warpstone or glancing at a propaganda pamphlet is fundamentally different from being dragged into the Realm of Chaos by Slaanesh himself and violated. The only things with more weight than a Greater Daemon are the Four Gods themselves or a direct intervention by a lesser Chaos deity.

"How many have mutated?"

After thoroughly scouting the mines, the troops returned to the outpost on the mountainside at dusk to set up camp. After all, this place is adjacent to the Badlands; even the elite dare not guarantee that no blind Greenskin will come knocking.

"More than twenty. They are all core believers of the cult, including the master of this outpost, the self-proclaimed owner of Dragon Crag. We chatted before; he swore an oath to become a powerhouse capable of slaying dragons like the ancestors."

Belegar Ironhammer muttered with a sigh. He poked the woodpile to make the fire burn brighter. In the hearts of young Dwarfs who have not experienced the Great Holy War, the corruption of a dignified Son of the Mountains is a fantasy.

"Death by fire, to be carried out at sunrise tomorrow morning. They are no longer our kin."

Sinuoli's tone was equally heavy. Due to the extreme lack of population and relatively high moral standards, there is no death penalty in Dwarf society—exile after corporal punishment is the most severe practice.

"Understood!"

"Hoo!"

"Isn't that too few people?"

"I have not let you down, so please do not let me down. Dark forces are brewing a new wave, and they will have plenty of room to be useful."

"Please deliver the joint letter from me and King Sinuoli directly to His Majesty Kazashaoer. Tiefengbao is the closest and has likely also been infiltrated by the cult. I must visit another time; time is pressing."

Returning once again to the depths of the Engineer Guild headquarters, which gave him a huge shock when he first transmigrated, and looking up at those two Colossi, Belegar saw in them the might of the mercenary guards on the four walls of Nangao.

After Belegar reclaimed the Southlands, extended his influence to Keladeluomen, and connected with Tiefengbao, the entire Qunshan became a fortress cluster pointing its hammer at the Badlands. This outpost has therefore seen an influx of many warriors seeking wealth and honor, many of whom are from noble families.

The Gear is clearly not one piece with the granite-carved statue, but visitors need not feel confused; every Dwarf in Haimenguan is willing to kindly remind them that this gear is the real deal—the capital upon which the son of Grimnir and Valaya built his livelihood in that era.

"I am no longer the insignificant ant I was when I first transmigrated. The influence I have brought to the original world line is enough to attract the attention of those four. They cannot all stand by and watch; my time will not be as abundant as it is in theory."

Although he had things on his mind, Belegar could not refuse Lord Panom's request to preside over the inauguration ceremony of the newly renovated Mogewamu temple. The main body of the temple was carved out of the sea cliff and can only be reached by an elevator.

"As for the others, I will offer sacrifices to the Ancestor Gods tomorrow morning to grant them redemption, but whether there are any among them who are stubborn and incorrigible is unclear."

"Calm down, I am not as extreme as the followers of Heldenhammer."

When it was still called Treasure Peak, Kalake-Azidier was famous for producing large quantities of high-quality gems. As close neighbors, they had close ties with the Eight Peaks and Tiefengbao, with intermarriage between all social strata.

For a time, there was a chorus of sighs in the conference room, but no one raised an objection. As long as one has seen those malignant tumors, pincers, tentacles, and so on, everyone knows they are already beyond saving.

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Before the words were finished, the attendees spoke up to dissuade him. Having witnessed Belegar's thunderous methods, the residents of the outpost realized the seriousness of the problem and used dinner time to pull strings and plead for mercy.

After laying down the harsh words, the Dwarf King rose and left. As long as he insists on not slaughtering everyone, no one dares to question his decision on religious issues. If there were, he wouldn't mind immediately declaring that the person had been corrupted by Golazi.

"You have met Huke, and even praised him."

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"Hmm, I will go back and try. I hope that the old master has cleared up his thoughts this year."

In stark contrast to the grand hall, the divine statue is only life-sized, standing on high steps. The best designers of Balake-Wa'er let the sunlight converge on the delicate gear held in the statue's hands from sunrise to sunset.

Belegar nodded while lost in thought. The pace of his plan was forced to accelerate; it was time to test the feasibility of his theory through the practice of Master Kelage. After reading the speech provided by Haimenguan and applying the Mogewamu ritual to the attendees, Belegar boarded the train to Jiliuguan. Even though it was only traveling on the edge of the Badlands closest to the civilized world, it was armed like a hedgehog.

"If, and I mean if, they truly have problems, do not say you were not warned."

After the ceremony on the second day ended, Belegar handed the letter to Sinuoli's Captain of the Guard and set off on his return journey. Buluokesen had already protected the core of the mercenary guards and arrived at Red Cloud Mountain; they were to bring this treasure back to the Old World together.

"I think this way: first, they should be relocated from here, settled nearby, and not allowed to leave the Southlands after being completely purified. Second, they must attend the Ancestor Gods' sacrifices without fail and report their thoughts to the priests regularly. In addition, each of them should be assigned a respectable guardian to keep track of their mental and physical movements at all times, and my Western Depot will also conduct random checks."

"I guarantee with the honor of the Clan, can you give my nephew a chance?"

Buluoke held the core, his face flushed with excitement. A huge honor awaited him; no Dwarf could refuse such a temptation. But he was not yet overwhelmed by the excitement, knowing the value of collective effort.

Yes, after reviewing the secret scrolls of the Sigmar Cult, I learned that the seventh Everchosen in the prophecy, Archaon, had already been born before I transmigrated, and now that I think about it, he is on the road to collecting Chaos treasures.

"In the name of the divine Mogewamu, the engineering masters of the entire guild will gather here to repair it as soon as possible. Can you contact Master Kelage? If possible, we would also be very willing to listen to the suggestions of a transcendent."

Coming from the Drazkrad Clan, Belegar naturally understands the complex intermarriage relationships among Dwarfs where "you have me, and I have you." Opening the genealogy to check carefully, nine out of ten Dwarfs can claim some kinship.

Belegar said the results of his thinking along the way word by word. If nothing unexpected happens, this will become the brand-new law of the Dwarf Realms, dealing with all possible religious issues in the future.

Standing at the bow of the ship, Belegar leaned on the railing and looked out. Slaanesh's interference sounded an alarm for him. He seemed to see a guy with a Chaos Mark on his forehead struggling to trek in the distant Chaos Wastes.