At last, they arrived outside the eastern gate of Dragon Mountain Imperial City. A handsome middle-aged man with narrow, willow-leaf eyes stepped forward slowly, smiled, and bowed to a burly dwarf in golden divine armor standing at the gate. "Please inform His Majesty Lin Qi of the Dragon Mountain Empire that guests from the East have come to request an audience."
Standing squarely at the imperial city gate, the dwarf king, known as the wine barrel, who was carrying a specially made large wine barrel with spatial storage capabilities and constantly pouring richly fragrant barley ale down his throat, heavily set the barrel beside him. He picked up the warhammer planted at his side, belched with difficulty, then stretched his arms and legs toward the sky.
The thick joints throughout his body erupted with dull, thunderous cracks. Having won Lin Qi's favor in the Divine Domain, inherited a lower-tier High-God divine position from the War Divine Pantheon and a peak High-God divine position from the Divine System of Death, and gained mighty powers from the Divine System of War such as berserk rage, hot blood, charge, and sacrifice—as well as terrifying powers from the Divine System of Death such as sacrifice, devouring, annihilation, and weakening—Barrel was no longer the Dwarf King who had only just escaped from Black Abyss Divine Prison back then.
Possessing the genuine combat strength of a High-God, he cast a disdainful glance over the thirteen middle-aged men. Then, with the square warhammer blazing with searing flames, he viciously smacked himself on the forehead. Accompanied by a resounding CLANG, he finally recalled the order Lin Qi had given him an hour ago. He grinned broadly and briskly held out his hand.
"Hey, our master said that anyone wanting to enter the imperial palace to see him these