Chapter 268: Hammer of the Dwarves
The sky above the Arena of Gods screamed. It was a sound of tearing metal and burning ozone, drowning out the shrieks of the gargoyles.
King Thorgar Stoneforge III fell from the heavens like a meteor forged of anger. In his hand, the Divine Weapon [Mjölnir] pulsed with a light so intense it turned the purple atmosphere a violent, bleeding red.
"I AM THE ANVIL!"
Thorgar roared, swinging the hammer downward before his feet even touched the ground.
KRAKOOOOM.
There was no dust. The impact was too hot for dust. The center of the arena, where the demon horde was thickest, instantly liquified. A shockwave of red lightning expanded outward in a perfect ring, vaporizing three hundred demons in a microsecond. The adamantite floor rippled like water, turning into molten slag.
