Barrel hefted his great hammer and smashed the gates before him to pieces with a single blow.
A huge crowd of dwarves howled as they charged into the Government building like a mass of iron cans. These dwarven warriors reeked of strong ale; even light barley ale gave off an alcoholic scent no weaker than rum. Heaven knew how much liquor these dwarves had poured down their throats.
The moment the dwarves rushed into the Government building, terrifying crashes of shattering objects rang out from within. They reenacted the scene from the Vias docks, smashing everything in sight that offended their eyes to smithereens.
The lavish furnishings within the Vias Government, the oil paintings passed down for centuries, the costly porcelain vases, and more—wherever the dwarven warriors passed, everything was reduced to rubble. Hearing the commotion inside from outside the doors, Lin Qi merely smiled easily. Out with the old, in with the new; Lin Qi took that very much to heart.
In any case, this country would have no need for a Government in the future, and this building had fulfilled its historical mission. Perhaps building a grand garden here in the future would not be a bad idea. Humming lightly, Lin Qi led a large group of warriors into the building.
The floor was smeared with great swathes of blood and gore. The Varland Family's knights had put up a stubborn resistance. But before Barrel's heavy hammer, all resistance was futile. Whenever the hammer came down, bodies and armor alike were smashed to fragments, blood spraying everywhere and filling the Government building with a nauseating stench of blood.
A final scream drifted from afar. The Varland Family's last few household knights had died in battle. Barrel kicked the doors to the Government conference hall to pieces, and a