It Was Time to Listen to a Nuclear Explosion Anthem (4,000 Words, Asking for Monthly Votes on the Last Day)

Let us turn back the clock by a dozen or so minutes.

A group of dwarven warriors carried an extremely eye-catching, bizarre machine up onto the city walls. The strange device looked somewhat like a cannon, but unlike an ordinary cannon, its barrel was not only square, but astonishingly long.

It was pitch-black throughout. As dwarves who had dealt with metal all their lives, the Copperbeard Clan warriors did not even need to touch the barrel to know it was made from a tungsten steel and Mithral alloy. Tungsten steel was known as the hardest metal beneath Adamantine. It was extremely difficult to forge, heat-resistant, remarkably tough, and once shaped, would never deform. It was incredibly precious. The only thing diminishing its value was its terrible magical conductivity, which was even worse than that of ordinary metals.

Of course, that was not an insurmountable problem. As long as a certain proportion of Mithral was incorporated during the forging of tungsten steel, its poor magical conductivity could be easily resolved. Just by looking at that enormous, extra-long barrel, the dwarves knew this strange cannon had consumed at least dozens of pounds of Mithral!

This was an absolute extravagance!

Fortunately, only the immensely strong dwarves could haul this ten-ton behemoth up onto the city wall.

Once the oddly shaped cannon had been installed on the wall, Solam and a group of witches immediately got to work. They cleared out an open space on the ground, then began inscribing numerous magic arrays across it, while Solam kept scrambling all over the cannon, tinkering with it everywhere.

However, the dwarves were unfamiliar with magic, so they had no idea what Solam was actually doing.

Several minutes later, Solam finally jumped down from the cannon mount.

"Alright! Given the current conditions, this is as far