Chapter 476: The Road to Revival

"You should be happy for their rest, Belegar. Tell me your plans, from long-term down to weekly, truly actionable ones."

After the main ritual where the Mother Goddess appeared, Belegar Ironhammer held his own coronation ceremony in the throne room, declaring to the Qunshan that the Angrund Clan had reclaimed Eight Peaks.

By custom, he should have crossed out the settled entries in the Book of Grudges in public. But considering that ninety-nine percent of that thick volume was left behind after the fortress was attacked, if he crossed them out one by one, Belegar would likely become the first Dwarf King to die from excessive blood loss for such a reason.

Under Sinuoli's suggestion, he simply sealed the original as a precious memorial to the clan ancestors' heroic history and started a new one, signifying the opening of a new chapter for the Angrund Clan.

This was originally a good thing, but who would have expected that the three ancestral spirits, Delama-Hammerfist, Haerkenghafu-Yanxu, and Thoroni-Ironbrow, seeing Eight Peaks returned to its rightful owners, considered their obsessions fulfilled and dissipated their spirits before everyone's eyes to return to Gazul. Only King Luen-Tiechui was willing to remain in the Mortal World to assist in the clan's development.

"Overall, it's not bad; you've taken to heart what I kept emphasizing before. Anyone can set a goal, but only those broken down into actionable steps are called plans; the bigger the goal, the more rigorous the plan needs to be."

Stroking his beard, Sinuoli nodded repeatedly; the situation of Eight Peaks, waiting to be rebuilt, required advanced and efficient management methods. Assisting the last bloodline of the Angrund Clan was also a key part of his own plan.

"Then I'll get to work! There are two construction projects rushing to completion. The remnants of Clan Mors have retreated to Tuobeishan, you will grind us to dust sooner or later!"

"Look, you're rushing again! The first seven years are for gaining a firm foothold; the seventh year is for restoring production; the eighth year is for rebuilding the ley lines; the seventh year is for pushing north to connect. Those seventy-year goals you set are already on the slow side, don't even think about rushing!"

Before Sinuoli could salute and turn to leave, Ande couldn't help but speak up to urge him again. With the funding problem solved by the issuance of gold notes, the master of Eight Peaks was eager to show off his skills.

At the same time, a monster resembling a blazing golden bull but with a human face appeared above Baise Yaosai, and the guy standing on its back shouted loudly,

Ande patted Sinuoli on the shoulder and exhorted him earnestly; he had once had the idea of hand-holding Sinuoli to manage Eight Peaks, but that would not be beneficial to the growth of either of them.

"There are still many urgent matters in the Qunshan; even if you praise me as the guardian of Eight Peaks, I cannot stay there forever. Leaving yourself some leeway in doing things is never wrong."

A Demigod can easily crush any mortal without top-tier treasures protecting their body through extraordinary power, but there is also a considerable gap between Demigods. Sinuoli had discussed this with Kelage, but still could not accurately position himself.

Throt was in tattered robes, kneeling in the council hall looking bedraggled and defeated, two strong albino council guards pressing their halberds against its neck. More than one hundred and eighty official Grey Seers were almost all present, and the Grey Claw High Priest spoke with a ferocious expression.

Dwarfs across the entire Old World were celebrating the recovery of Eight Peaks and the return of the expeditionary warriors. But in the Skavenblight within the Withered Swamp, the Skaven high command was barely suppressing the surging undercurrents with a murderous atmosphere.

After giving instructions to Sinuoli, Ande publicized that he was inside Valaya's Gate listening to the teachings of the ancestral goddess to deter enemies lurking around, but in reality, he took his guard and rode a helicopter to Kuata Port, catching up with the last batch of the Expeditionary Force returning to the Old World.

Fortunately, the ancestral goddess understood that in the ancient era when true gods walked the earth, a Demigod was merely a local powerhouse, and with a sufficient base, one could naturally be divided into different ranks.

But to enjoy the real benefits brought by fertility, it would take fifty or sixty years for the new generation to grow up. During this period, Ande would have plenty of time to improve his strength and solve his own lifelong affairs.

How could the Grey Claw High Priest not want to use this to kill a genius who might threaten his status? But Throt proved its value, and the Great Horned Rat signaled to spare its life this time—being able to open a rift for Skarbrand to pass through via such a crude and hasty ritual was enough to make the Khorne fanatics of the Mortal World feel ashamed.

By this standard, he, who had just obtained a portion of Storm Authority from Miaoying via a Beast Taming Collar, was undoubtedly the lowest of the low-tier, but now, with the feedback from the spread of faith, his wealth and Contract Authority had grown significantly, which could be considered between low and mid-tier, but that was still a long way from the great enemies of the future.

After intense and long discussions, Throt's summary of the Battle of Eight Peaks was unanimously passed by the Grey Seer Council under the strong suppression of Cretus-Ike.

The batch he made before was purely for emergency, and how much to issue each year, how much cost to apportion to each fortress, and how to adopt composite measures to effectively promote it in human society all needed careful control.

Those who can go head-to-head with some true gods without falling behind can be called Peak Demigods; those who have just mastered Authority and have very limited divine power are low-tier Demigods. Between these two ends, they are divided into high and mid-tiers based on whether their Authority is sufficient to forge Godhood.

Ande's trip was, on one hand, to return the Great Book of Grudges to Thorgrim and report the results of the battle, and on the other, to further discuss the detailed rules and regulations for issuing gold notes.

There were really too few active Demigods in the Old World, and occasional skirmishes were mostly stopped at the point of contact—standing at the pinnacle of the Mortal World, who would want to fight to the death? Not to mention the variables such as whether the mastered Authority is good for fighting and whether there are clan heritage treasures in hand.

"What, what exactly happened! Speak! If, if there is even one word that is not, not explained clearly, just wait for your soul to be pulled, pulled out and burned in divine fire forever!"

On the run, Throt was only thinking about one thing—how to make up a good story to clear itself of the responsibility for the defeat. The other Grey Seers knew in their hearts as soon as they saw its guard had all "heroically sacrificed" themselves.

By investing the massive amount of revival points obtained since entering the Southlands into the ultimate Valaya Ritual, the Dwarf race's deformed reproductive characteristics were corrected. This fundamental change was silent, and only mortal peak powerhouses who had developed their bodies to the limit could feel it slightly.

"Col, colleagues, the beard-things are too cunning! The others are all trash, trash, I, Throt, fought to the death to save my lowly life and come back to re, report!"

"Genosor is timid in using troops, and the emergency response was completely disorganized; the Eshin Clan's intelligence was unfavorable, knowing nothing about the Dwarf's plans; Ikit Claw is relying on his seniority and refusing to listen to orders; Throt's war beasts were even more like silver-tipped wax spears, they didn't even make a bubble before they were all finished."

"The leader of the Azog Legion, get out here!"