Reincarnated As A Demonic Dragon, I Formed A Pact With A Beautiful Female Lord - Chapter 395

Chapter 395: The Real Ruler Of The Underground, Xu Yuan

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Sensing the familiar aura, the dwarves came out.

“Great Ruler, humble servant greets you and welcomes your return…”

Xu Yuan’s reputation surpassed Su Wan’s in this area. Even if she was a Lord, she wasn’t their ruler. Besides, the dwarves had already erected Xu Yuan’s statue in the center.

“Call Owen and Rooney. Tell them they can meet me here,” said Xu Yuan.

“Yes, Lord Xu Yuan!”

The two dwarves hurried in to do as told.

Ten minutes later, Owen arrived in his wheelchair, which was being pushed by two mechanical puppets.

The Alchemist was euphoric to see Xu Yuan.

“Who asked you to create something like this in the middle of the square?” asked Xu Yuan.

“All the dwarves were in agreement. They believe that you are no less than a god,” said Owen with a grin. “If you don’t believe me, you can ask anyone here.”

Xu Yuan looked at the other two dwarves nearby. They nodded excitedly.

Xu Yuan was speechless. This was ridiculous!

“Where’s Rooney?” asked Xu Yuan.

Rooney was one of the masters of alchemy. He was also a gray dwarf.

“Rooney is inside the secret room studying the Terminator. He said that he wanted to find out a way to make the Terminator come to life. Should I call him?”

Only then did Xu Yuan remember that when he annihilated the dwarves, their chief had piloted the Terminator. The Terminator was a mechanical puppet with blood-red muscles.

After the Dwarves were defeated, Rooney said that he could find a way to make the Terminator function once again.

“Forget it, no need. Just… take this statue down, alright?”

“I suggest we keep it, Lord Xu Yuan,” said Owen. “The dwarves love you and worship you. Your statue has helped maintain tight security around here.”

Su Wan was baffled. ‘Is this a joke? How can a statue improve an area’s security?’

“Just keep it as it is,” said Su Wan.

Xu Yuan sighed. “Keep it if it’s useful, then.”

“Where are the dwarves who claim to share a bloodline with the gods?” Xu Yuan and Su Wan walked toward the mansion.

“The gray dwarves came to join us of their own accord. They claim that they have the blood of the gray Dwarf God flowing in their veins.”

Owen hadn’t believed them at first, but now, he wasn’t so sure. The dwarves seemed to know a lot about alchemy even though they had never learned it.

Owen suspected that they might not only have the bloodline of the gods but also have high-level inheritances in their bodies.

“The Dwarf God? Didn’t the god fall?” asked Xu Yuan.

“The stupid dwarves don’t think so. They firmly believe that the god has gone into some kind of slumber and can be resurrected. Their legend says that.”

Su Wan froze.

“What legend?” asked Xu Yuan.

“It’s a legend that has been circulating among the dwarves. I only learned about it by accident.” Owen didn’t understand why Su Wan looked so shocked.

“Does the legend have something to do with the Crimson Moon?”

“I’m not sure about that.”

Xu Yuan’s aura made it difficult for Owen to breathe.

Beads of sweat marked Owen’s forehead. He did not even bother to wipe his sweat. He quickly turned around and led the surrounding soldiers to the encampment.

Xu Yuan and Su Wan headed toward the mansion. He sat on the golden throne.

After a while, they heard a commotion outside. Around forty dwarves entered the hall. The dwarves were short and gnarly. They looked a bit frightening.

Their clothes were torn in places. The dwarves looked haggard.

Jax was right at the front of the group. He saw Xu Yuan seated on the throne. He was excited and glad, but he calmed himself. He stepped forward.

“Great Lord Xu Yuan, I, the descent of the Dwarf God, greet you most humbly!” Jax knelt before Xu Yuan in respect.

“Rise,” said Xu Yuan.

Jax stood up shakily. He didn’t dare look Xu Yuan in the eyes.

“I heard that you are from the bloodline of a god. If that’s the case, why do you need my help?” asked Xu Yuan.

The old dwarf gritted his teeth and raised his head. Only then did he clearly see the figure on the golden throne.

The man wore a black and red crown on his head. He had a handsome face. A black cloak covered part of his throne, making him appear even more mysterious. His sharp eyes seemed to look through them.

“Great being, although the god’s blood flows in our bodies, the glory of the dwarves has disappeared with the passage of time. We have lost the ability to activate the dormant bloodline in our bodies. We need numerous resources to activate it once again. No one is as merciful as you, Lord Xu Yuan. We, the gray dwarves, are willing to pledge our loyalty and sacrifice our lives for you..”