Vulcan's laughter echoed throughout the entire Divine Kingdom, and every steel island trembled along with it.
The red light in his mechanical eye blazed as he locked firmly onto Qin Chuan.
"Take my Divine Authority?"
Vulcan raised the massive hammer wreathed in lava and pointed it at Qin Chuan.
"You ignorant fool. My Divine Authority has long since merged with this 'Eternal Forge.' If you want it, then first smash apart this world I forged with my own hands."
The black obsidian anvil beneath his feet suddenly lit up.
Crimson patterns spread from the anvil, covering the entire central island in an instant.
The temperature in the air rose sharply. Even space itself began to show signs of scorching distortion.
"Feel the fury of a stellar core!"
With a roar, Vulcan brought the massive hammer down hard upon the anvil.
Clang—!
The deafening boom was not a sound, but a pure energy shockwave.
The captive star at the heart of the Divine Kingdom suddenly spewed hundreds of enormous tongues of flame.
The flames did not dissipate. Instead, an invisible force forcibly pulled, twisted, and shaped them in midair.
The clang of metal rang without end. One war puppet after another, formed from pure stellar metal, took shape amid the flames.
They wielded blades, spears, swords, and halberds, and wore heavy armor. Each one radiated an energy fluctuation approaching that of a Lower God.
In the blink of an eye, an army of more than a hundred divine puppets completely surrounded Qin Chuan and Dies Martin.
"What a lineup..."
Dies Martin's shadow avatar rippled slightly. He could sense that these puppets were not mere energy creations.
Each possessed a complete attack logic—a manifestation of Vulcan's forging mastery.
They were weapons of war.
"This is only an appetizer."
Vulcan's voice was filled