Chapter 439: Focusing Lens and Drill

Warhammer Dwarf Main Text Chapter 445: Focusing Lens and Drill "Then I won't hide it anymore. Is this thing enough for me to fully recover?"

Ironhand took a shiny little gadget out of a hidden compartment in his vehicle and held it out to Snuori with his modified iron claw.

"Mogelimu's Focusing Lens? This treasure actually fell into your hands!"

Snuori stated its origin. After obtaining the Hammer of Stumnir, the system updated with a plugin that recorded eight Artifacts, including the divine hammer. More absurd than the original Artifact Vault was that these were all complete items ready for immediate use, and the Focusing Lens was one of them.

Legend has it that as long as one wears it, one can gain creativity and technical means for manufacturing War Machines identical to those of the God of Engineers. Activating it can significantly increase the precision and power of surrounding War Machines.

"Yes, the ancients who pioneered the Dark Lands brought it out from the Old World. Nowadays, many of our race's War Machines owe their success to it, but, um, after finding Hashut, it has been sealed within the Secret Society."

After a long period of haggling, the two sides finally reached an agreement on a rehabilitation plan: fully recover the petrification of the right arm, suppress the petrification of the legs to the mid-tibia, and since the left arm had already been cut off and replaced with an iron claw, restore the remaining parts.

"Hahahaha!"

Waving his right hand and moving his finger joints to find the sensation lost hundreds of years ago, Ironhand laughed wildly. After a brief moment of tears, ambition returned to him.

"Help this old man retake the position of Master of the Secret Society. I want to cast those who betrayed me into molten lava to suffer eternal torture, and then lead the remaining clansmen back!"

"Why should I accept this empty check? Wouldn't it be better to cooperate directly with the current Master of the Secret Society? He must also be urgently in need of treatment if he managed to oust you."

Snuori toyed with the thing called a Focusing Lens, which was actually a monocle, and couldn't help but mock him. Giving up the faith in Hashut was just talk; the Demon Smith Sorcerer's entire repertoire of skills was based on the Bull God.

"Urgent? He is not urgent. Reliable news says Gortz is only petrified up to his wrists and ankles at most!"

Mentioning the name of the new Master of the Secret Society, the steam boiler behind Ironhand's vehicle seemed to feel its master's fury and began to hum.

"How is that possible? Isn't it that the stronger you are, the higher the degree of petrification?"

"To be precise, the more you use it, the more petrification you get. But you also know that using it a lot doesn't necessarily mean you are strong, but you can't become strong without using it a lot."

"It seems that one is an exception?"

"Indeed. He found a ruthless young man named Zhatan to charge into battle for him, while he hides behind the scenes, avoiding action whenever possible. Hmph, to think I held him in such high regard back then."

Snuori couldn't help but frown. This is a high-martial world where many races are led by the strongest rather than the wisest, and once these two are combined, the race's war potential will undoubtedly increase significantly.

"I have a question: what is a Drill? And what is God Blood?"

"This, you already know this? Who told you? How much do you know?"

Recalling the fragments revealed by that Demon Smith under the torture of the Casket of Souls, Snuori was certain that this had to do with the Secret Society of the Tower of Zharr, and Ironhand's reaction confirmed it.

"You don't need to ask about that. This King knows quite a bit, and the Ancestor Gods have also given omens, it just needs verification from multiple sources."

"God Blood is the God Blood of Hashut. Legend says Hashut's Divine Kingdom is in the deepest part of the bottomless abyss. Someone proposed that a Drill could be built to bore through the Mortal World and His Divine Kingdom, thereby obtaining God Blood."

"Which genius proposed that? Are they serious? I might as well build a rocket to launch myself into the Chaos Realm!" Snuori secretly complained to himself; such a move seemed a bit too advanced.

"What is the use of God Blood?"

"To become stronger, obviously. You claim to be the Ancestor Chosen, how could you not know? Since the day we were abandoned, God Blood has only appeared twice, falling into the hands of the first Master of the Secret Society and Ashen Lord Azgorh respectively. Their strength is not below yours."

"It can help master Authority, interesting. The Drill isn't an ordinary drill, right? Does it need other Artifacts?"

"Heh! If they are heartless, don't blame this old man for being unrighteous. Being able to be so desperate as to spill this to you, it must be those two old things of my generation. They were hiding their true colors; it seems I wasn't wronged to have my position as Master of the Secret Society taken."

This matter is considered top secret in the Dark Lands. That Demon Smith himself only had a seat at a low level in the Tower of Zharr, and as a skilled hand sent by the Azhuoge Legion to handle specific operations, he only knew those few terms.

"Indeed, to touch the realm of the gods, one needs equivalent power. We discovered that the divine power of other gods can be bound to Daemons to serve as energy to drive the Drill."

"Oh, compared to the gods themselves and their chosen, Artifacts are dead objects after all, easier to obtain and easier to handle, right?"

Snuori analyzed to himself. As he spoke, both of their gazes fell simultaneously on the Focusing Lens in his palm.

"Helping you retake the position of Master of the Secret Society is impossible, at least not now. At most, I can provide you with some resources through trade. As for the contract, you'll have to sign it with Ahetanmu."

The Dwarf King curled his lips. This move of diverting the disaster was seen through on the spot, bringing a bit of awkwardness, but they both tacitly chose not to mention it further. For Snuori, there was no reason to give away his own Artifact. If that Gortz dared to come, it would be just right to let him taste the power of the Hammer of Stumnir.

The two sides quickly reached an agreement to exchange various raw materials urgently needed by Ironhand for the heavy oil and other Dark Lands specialties necessary to drive Chaos Dwarf War Machines. Snuori offered some discounts; Chaos Dwarf infighting was exactly what he wanted to see.

Ironhand laughed up at the sky and left. Snuori was also very satisfied; this was undoubtedly a win-win deal. Despite providing a lot of information, the former Master of the Secret Society still did not reveal two secrets: one was that Hashut's God Blood, in addition to breaking through to Demigod, was speculated to have the effect of dissolving petrification, which was also an important incentive for his rule being overthrown.

The other was that when he was exiled, he took away the Black Hammer of Hashut—a powerful Artifact engraved with the horned rune of the Father of Darkness, which is also a symbol of status passed down among the generations of Masters of the Secret Society.

Cutting weeds and eliminating roots to prevent future trouble; regaining the status symbol to make himself legitimate; wielding the Black Hammer to increase strength; retrieving the stolen Dwarf Artifact to power the Drill—with these four reasons, the first thing Gortz would do after cleaning up the destruction caused by the Greenskin rebellion would be to trouble Ironhand.

The meeting with Snuori revitalized Ironhand's difficult situation. He exchanged a hot potato for the recovery of his strength and scarce resources for the development of his forces, once again wantonly unleashing the fury of Hashut. He believed the traitors would remember the terror of the strongest sorcerer of the Zharduk Plains.