Chapter 543: Airships and Manifestos

Under the interference of mysterious forces from beyond the heavens, the great battle that would have taken up half a chapter was forced to be omitted. Snorri Thorsson propped himself up against the edge of the bed and entered Sage Mode; it was fortunate he had practiced his marksmanship well with the half-elf Xiwa, otherwise, he would have found it difficult to prevail against this older young woman.

"Sigh~"

"Don't pull at me, it hurts!"

With a long sigh, the Dwarf cast his happy troubles to the back of his mind. Limited experience told him that at times like this, the words from a female's mouth had to be understood in reverse—the field might indeed be plowed to ruin, but what kind of fields was he plowing anyway?

As a Demigod wielding the Water Authority, Yin Yin had a literal tenderness like water, yet when passion reached its peak, it would transform into surging waves; if she regained her energy, he would be the one slapped to death on the beach!

"It is indescribably wonderful; no wonder the fourth one never tires of it."

After another round of fierce battle, Snorri looked at the Dragon girl immersed in the afterglow and wanted to speak but remained silent—lacking emotional buildup, a relationship driven by possessiveness needed time to digest; even if he wanted to be responsible, he had to see if Yin Yin would give him the chance.

"Are you still in a rush to go back?"

"Mm, a pile of things needs me to handle them."

"Isn't there a telegraph machine?"

"That's easy to say, how about I give you a few more pairs, and you come back to Gaoyuanbao with me?"

"Heh heh, I'll just intercept you before you go to Nangao; the second sister is even less able to get away."

Yin Yin hummed as she drifted into dreamland, while Snorri set sail under the bright moonlight. The half-month spent in Tianting exceeded his plans; his own territory and indeed the entire Old World needed him.

"Exalted God, please allow me to confirm your will."

"This is different from the decision made at the last meeting, isn't it?"

"I, Ahetanmu, and the lads have long wanted to worship you openly!"

After conveying the order to unify the Divine Statues, the thirteen Apostles, including Ahetanmu, had a reaction, though not a strong one. The Dwarfs had long been clear about whom they worshipped, but the foolish men and women of the human world were still shrouded in fog.

The immense effect of prestige manifested at this moment; the rapid growth of the Justice and Oath Authorities compensated for the moisture squeezed out of the Wealth Authority. Over the decades of the Dwarf tavern network and the organization of bards to conduct massive propaganda, his image as the greatest Defender of Order since Magnus had long been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

"Believe in the Holy Light!"

"Accept the judgment of justice!"

"The holy fire burns upon my war blade!"

The Justice Authority was the most abstract; if the quantity was insufficient, it was not as powerful as swinging a hammer to smash things. Previously, he had mostly used the Speech Spirit converted from the Wealth and Oath Authorities when facing enemies. As he re-developed it, he unceremoniously referred to the skill list of the Paladins from the Mountain King's native world.

"Dwarfs could originally be Paladins too; I remember there was even a Lord Kurtaz among the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse!"

Snorri invited the Great Lector Kasimier VII from Tumobao to practice the Divine Art of Sigmar, as he did not want to clash with his friends in the Qunshan. What made the Dwarf Demigod feel sad was that this fearless powerhouse of the church could no longer hide his aged state—

Participating in the opening up of the Southlands, serving as a bridge of communication between himself and Altdorf, and personally developing the Sigmar Faith had greatly exhausted his once spirited old friend.

"With a figure like you standing up to defend order and protect this world, the God-Emperor must be gratified."

Kasimier VII smiled, bringing along several middle-aged and young priests to get familiar with Snorri. Yes, short-lived races were like this; a generation every twenty years, and many of the first batch of brave Expeditionary Forces already had successors.

"The cargo capacity of an Airship is far greater than that of a gyrocopter, and theoretically, it will also be safer; an increase in size means it can accommodate more safety margins. In the Southlands, with railways, their role is not obvious, but in the Old World, they will be another flagship product after the Rune Guardians."

After listening to the report from the Deputy Minister of Transportation on the operation of the Airship route between Eight Peaks and the Everpeak over the past year, Snorri was quite satisfied. The harshness of the Thunder Mountain airspace was unparalleled, and having only two malfunctions in a year of round trips that did not directly affect passenger safety was quite excellent.

"Your Majesty, this is the weapon configuration after readjusting the layout according to your instructions. But if I may be blunt, this is too restrained; I'm afraid it won't be able to exert..."

Arriving at the Advanced Technology Research Institute, the Engineers were busy around an even larger Airship with a wooden hull and external armor plates. Slayer Engineer Malakai Makaisson offered his complaints.

"Four sets of bomb racks have been installed, and the Cannons are undergoing final balancing. They will have a larger field of fire and be able to rotate at multiple angles. Additionally, there is Grungni's Spear; this is prepared for the pointy-eared Dragons, though it can of course be used to deal with other giant creatures. Testing has been completed, and repeated reloading is still being worked on."

"Mm, get the immediate things done first; more variants can be played with later. The Airship is positioned to complement the gyrocopter; I won't let it fight alone."

"She should have a name, a name loud enough, for example, for example, Snorri's Hammer? It must be more powerful than a fist."

Dwarfs were always lacking in imagination when it came to naming things; "So-and-so of So-and-so" occupied the absolute mainstream, and the most powerful things were often crowned with the names of the three main gods.

"Not calling it the 'Never-Crash'? Since I'm naming it, let it be the Spirit of Valaya." Snorri joked; the resurrected Ancestor Goddess deserved enough respect.

"Well done, perfect it as soon as possible. When the time comes, I will hand her over to your command."

He patted Malakai's shoulder, nearly pressing him into the ground, and Snorri stroked his beard, feeling the surging heroism in his chest. The Rune Colossus, the Dreadnought, and the Thunder Airship—this ultimate combination of sea, land, and air gave him enough confidence to contend for hegemony.

"It is about time to pull out the sharp knife stuck in our ribs and completely liberate the war potential of the Southlands. Pass my order: the entire army is to prepare for war!"

Sensing the repulsion from this world, Snorri knew his time was no longer abundant. Looking at the huge green skull on the west side of the World's Edge Mountains on the map, the war machine of the Southlands started up again after the Battle of Itza.

"A manifesto? Da Orks, think my foot, tell me what this is supposed to mean?"

In Black Crag, on the throne in the shadow of Dork Rock, Grimgor Ironhide was picking his ear with a short Dwarf axe.

"Bo-Boss, he, that Dwar-Dwarf is challenging you to a fight. He said, whoever doesn't go is, is a Goblin-raised, gutless coward."

Wuerzhage-Lv Xianzhi had left, and only one voice remained in the entire Black Crag. The Orc Great Shaman organized his words tremblingly; Tiepi was indeed terrifying, but he dared not insult the name of Snorri Thorsson, that great power of order.

"He dares? He dares! WAAAGH!"

Tiepi roared. Snorri was full of confidence, but was it not the same for him? Completely integrating the Badlands meant endless sources of troops; every day, countless lads emerged from the wilderness, and the tempering of Eight Peaks screened out a bigger and harder batch for him, so that his precious choppas would no longer be misplaced.

(End of chapter)