The Terrifying Dwarf King

"They belong to Barrel. They have to!"

Barrel strode toward Dwarf King's Wrath and Dwarf King's Immortality. With every step he took, his body grew another stretch. By the time he had swollen to some fifty meters tall, he seized the enormous warhammer in one hand. With a booming laugh, Barrel spat a mouthful of blood onto the warhammer. It burst forth with a blinding radiance, its aura faintly merging with Barrel's own.

Then Barrel spat another mouthful of blood, this time onto the armor. This vital blood, carrying the imprint of Barrel's soul, seeped into the armor, and the armor's aura likewise merged with his. A deep boom rang out as the armor abruptly broke apart into dozens of components of varying sizes, which rose into the air and streaked toward Barrel like lightning, swiftly reassembling around his body.

With a deafening CLANG, Barrel's body was enclosed in a majestic suit of gigantic armor. A savage, murderous mask hid his face, while the blood-red crystals set into its eye sockets shone with frenzied flames. His entire body was covered in a layer of blazing fire over a meter thick, like molten lava. Deep roars continuously issued from within the armor as Barrel slowly raised the warhammer and let out a strange, "Heh heh," laugh.

All the dwarf elders around them dropped to their knees, kneeling reverently.

This equipment had been forged by the dwarves using their secret inherited techniques, crafted specifically for the Dwarf King. While this armor and warhammer were being forged, every dwarf whose lifespan had reached its end came to the forge and offered their blood to these miraculous pieces of equipment.

It was precisely because this armor and warhammer contained the vital blood of millions upon millions of dwarves that, the instant Barrel put them