"This guy..."

As he looked at the figure across from him, seemingly condensed from death itself, Aiven's eyes narrowed slightly.

Extraordinary beings knowledgeable about the Netherworld know that a shadow of a black-robed figure with dragon wings often roams the shores of the Nether River.

Inhabitants of the Netherworld call him the "Gatekeeper," "Angel of Death," "Announcer of Death," whose duty is to guide all living beings arriving here to the end of their destinies.

To everything in the world, death is the greatest fairness; even the noble gods may meet their end and can no longer recover from the long river of history.

And the Netherworld, governed by the Jet Black Dragon and its Dragon-man Race, is the final resting place for all life.

In fact.

Even before he had advanced to Upper-Rank Wizard, Aiven held an old grudge against the Tier 5 Dragon King, the Jet Black Dragon Nidhogg.

Exiled to Mit by the "Death God" Wuhao along with Angie, his little apprentice Angie was almost sacrificed as a snack for this Dragon God.

Ultimately, they seized the opportunity when the Jet Black Dragon finished enjoying his sacrifice and temporarily fell into a slumber.

Using the blood of eleven Tier 3 Dragon-men as lamp oil to illuminate the mist above the Nether River, they successfully escaped the Netherworld.

Of course, that time they didn't come out empty-handed.

As a return, Aiven, who broke through in battle, conveniently wiped out all the Dragon-man bloodlines in Mit.

Whether it was his own Bloodline Plugin or Anita's Upper-Rank Sea Emperor Dragon Bloodline, they originally came from here.

Now, with Aiven's armory continuously operating, extracting "mud" equates to drawing power from hell, even though compared to the countless years of accumulation in the Nether River, it's not even a drop in the ocean.

But in the end, it disturbed the Cheese of the Jet Black Dragon, hence not lacking in either new or old grudges.

It's just that the Netherworld is so vast that, even after occupying Mit for several years, Aiven had never encountered the projection of this ruler of the Netherworld.

"Since the second phase of the armory's capacity upgrade was completed, the consumption of 'mud' has tripled, attracting the attention of those guys on the other side.

A week ago, we discovered Dragon-men observing from the opposite shore, then three days ago and one day ago this sneaky guy started wandering nearby, and today he came openly knocking on our door.

Just as well, in the confines of hell, we don't have to worry about leaks, so let's experiment with the little gadget you sent last time."

This great being, who seemingly rules the Netherworld and possesses the formidable authority of a Main God Level, could only summon wind and rain on the left bank of the Nether River.

In other words, the left bank of the Nether River marks the furthest extent of the Jet Black Dragon's power projection, and no matter how ferocious he is, he cannot personally come across to unleash havoc.

Therefore, everyone was not too afraid of this "Angel of Death" who made no attempt to conceal his hostility.

Especially the petite Lady Kingfisher dressed in a gothic gown, who explained the situation to Aiven while retrieving a... well, not-so-small item from beneath her elaborate dress with white lace trim.

A travel trunk-sized feed loader equipped with a drive motor and connecting the transmission device to a giant handheld cannon with six black barrels—the Six-Barreled Cannon: Godslayer!

She aimed the pitch-black barrel at the uninvited guest on the opposite shore.

No need to mention the power, the beautiful lady with her petite frame in high heels wielding a cannon almost thicker than her entire body immediately gave off a peculiar aesthetic shock of violent beauty.

Roar—! 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Nidhogg on the opposite side didn't even bother to regard the human technological weapons, and after a resounding roar, accompanied by the wailing sounds of countless lost souls, an immense and hideous giant dragon appeared on the other shore.

Generally speaking, an adult dragon's length is no more than twenty meters, yet this Tier 5 Dragon King's length exceeded a hundred meters.

Though called the "Jet Black Dragon," its body was a shadowy black that didn't reflect light, with indistinct material.

Its ghastly dragon head was encased in a pale bone helmet, featuring three vertical horns on top and three curved horns on each side.

Its dragon eyes were entirely black, with a single vertical golden pupil at the center.

Decay, withering, killing, desolation... countless qualities associated with death wantonly manifested from his body, making anyone who glanced at him feel as though they were facing death.

Mythical Form: Jet Black Dragon

Clearly, this great being's plan wasn't complicated.

With the previous two visits, he was only constantly probing and mobilizing Aiven's side's personnel, seeking an opportunity to catch them all at once.

Today, to meet Aiven, the stationed personnel had uncommonly gathered near the Castillo Pyramid, giving him a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

As for the opponent's High-tier Transcendent? Ha, since when did a Dragon King need to concern himself with that?

Even though the limitations on his body prevented him from leaving the core area of the Netherworld and projecting any substantial power to the right bank of the Nether River.

Relying solely on the high-dimensional information actively released by his Mythical Form, it was enough to kill all witnesses below Tier 4.

He intended not just to destroy the factory but also to ensure the souls of these insignificant mortals daring to steal from the Netherworld would suffer extreme torment after death!

However, in the next moment.

Rat-a-tat-tat!...

The six barrels spun rapidly, fiery serpents flew forth.

The corners of his mouth split open, revealing a mouthful of razor-sharp teeth:

"Ha, with just a faster-firing firearm, you think you can harm the noble... roar!"

A piercing wail suddenly echoed along the banks of the Nether River.

He paid the price for his arrogance.

The machine gun, also called a "cannon," refers to a powerful automatic weapon with a caliber greater than 20mm, utilizing a continuous firing mechanism.

In the space-time where Aiven resided, as a type of light artillery, it mainly served as ground coverage firepower for helicopters and ground-attack aircraft, or as self-defense weapons for fighter jets and infantry fighting vehicles.

This also stemmed from the inspiration Aiven gained when he, as a mortal, killed "God of Opera" Sessi, relying on the effect of Black Tin on gods' defense, to unleash the most firepower in the shortest time.

Even if it could forcibly reduce by -1 at a time, as long as the attack frequency was high enough within a unit of time, it could still cause astonishing damage.

Using the targeted Black Tin, catching them off guard, even "godslaying" was not entirely impossible.

Six-Barreled Cannon: Godslayer

Caliber: 25mm; Initial velocity: 1100 meters/second; Effective range: 2000 meters; Rate of fire: 3600 rounds/min; Weight: 120 kilograms; Ammunition feeding method: electric feed machine and transmission device.

High firing rate, extremely dense firepower, it could already be called the creation limit under Aiven's existing knowledge system.

At this time, a group of Shaman Wizards had quickly donned White Lead armor.

"Hesi, together!"

"Okay."

With a call, Aiven and Olivia each took out an identical Godslayer from the Witchcraft Garden and pulled the trigger aimed at the Jet Black Dragon.

Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!...

The original line of fire turned into a pouring hot rain at this moment.

Not 3600 rotations per minute, but 10800 rotations!

Even if there were a small hill in front, it could be completely flattened.

Of course, don't be misled by the ease with which the three used it, such a weapon was entirely impossible for non-extraordinaries to wield in combat.

But on the battlefield against gods, even the weakest of gods, there was absolutely no room for ordinary people to stand.

From the beginning, this was not a weapon designed for ordinary people.

The Muriyan Civilization of old was able to achieve the great feat of godslaying through Black Tin and White Lead.

Although there were external factors of the Era such as relatively weak Bloodline Gods, the main reason was the vast presence of high-tier transcendent humans.

An entire minute later.

Finding that neither the Divine Art Shield nor the proud scale armor could completely make oneself immune to such a strange attack.

Bang—!

The Jet Black Dragon, in its Mythical Form, did not engage in futile entanglement, coldly glanced at Aiven and the others, then suddenly exploded into a cloud of black mist, disappearing without a trace.

Leaving behind only a delicate clay pot marked with spots of dragon blood.

"Such a thing should indeed be used with the Earth Vein Sealing Bolt to achieve the best effect."

Aiven sighed, but he was not disappointed.

With a wave of his hand, he captured the unexpected trophy, and turning back, caught sight of the extremely envious gaze of Liweina.

Without much hesitation, Aiven casually tossed her a fine gemstone ring.

"Inside the ring is a machine gun: Godslayer with thirty thousand rounds of Black Tin bullets. Like the Alchemy Secret Box, even a Titled Knight without a magical position can use it.

However, I hope you never have the opportunity to use this thing."

"Got it!"

She casually brushed him off with a single sentence.

Having loved the aesthetics of violence since childhood, Liweina held it in her palm, reluctant to part with it, before finally slipping the ring onto her left index finger after a long while.

Aiven didn't bother with her anymore. The reason why "four ounces" can move a thousand pounds is secondary to technique, primarily because the owner of the "four ounces" has at least "eight hundred pounds" of strength.

Handing the Fire God Cannon: Godslayer into the hands of an ordinary extraordinary, how much effect it could actually produce still required field testing to verify.

In the longing gaze of Lady Crow, Aiven stored all the blood left behind by the Jet Black Dragon and opened the clay pot on his own.

Discovering it was filled with spring water that appeared like light.

"Is this the Spring of Sanctity from one of the three spring eyes at the source of the Nether River?"

Although just by looking at the surging Nether River, Aiven knew that this trophy might not be too precious, he was still eagerly preparing to activate the Eye of Profound Wisdom to study the properties of this spring water.

Suddenly, he tilted his ear to listen, his expression gradually turning solemn, as he turned towards the curious Liweina:

"Bess just sent a message; the Atlant Kingdom and the Sak Empire have started fighting in the New Continent!"