paranoianovel Chapter 192 The Birth of a New King, Now SP Maya is Here!
Chapter 192 The Birth of a New King, Now SP Maya is Here!
Chapter 192 The Birth of a New King, Now SP Maya is Here!
After more than ten rounds, although Maya defended steadily, she was gradually suppressed by the king's exquisite and ferocious double hammer attack and could only retreat continuously.
Finally, after a series of heavy blows from a tricky angle, Maya's arm went numb, and the heavy tower shield flew out of her hand, crashing to the ground in the distance with a "clang".
A glint flashed in Shuangxin's eyes. She shifted her hammers, seized the opening, and charged forward like a predatory beast, attempting to secure victory in one fell swoop.
At this critical moment, the power mark on Maya's left hand suddenly shone with a dazzling silver-white light.
A God Descends to Earth
A tremendous power instantly filled her entire body, causing her to expand and grow taller rapidly, transforming her into a silver giant over three meters tall in an instant.
The warhammer in her hand was now magnified proportionally, and she swung it out fiercely to meet the oncoming Frostheart!
"Bang!"
In the rush, Shuangxin only had time to cross her two hammers in front of her to protect herself before she was struck hard by the hammer, which contained terrifying power. She was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground more than ten meters away, scattering a cloud of gravel.
The entire audience erupted in uproar!
However, before the cheers could even begin, King Frostheart, who was lying on the ground, suddenly burst forth with a silvery-white radiance, though this radiance was noticeably less intense than that of Maya.
His body also began to swell, but eventually stopped at a height of about two meters, transforming into a smaller version of a god.
He wiped away a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at his tall and imposing daughter with a complex expression, and once again assumed a fighting stance.
With a wave of her hand, Maya sent the shield that had fallen to the ground flying back to her.
The battle between the "gods" has officially begun.
The two giants clashed fiercely in the arena, the sound of their warhammers striking each other like thunder, and energy shockwaves spreading outwards, eliciting gasps from the crowd in the stands.
However, as the battle continued, a surprising scene unfolded.
As the silver giant that Maya transformed into grew stronger and more unified in the support of the thousands of people around her, the light around her did not diminish with time, but instead became even more intense and dazzling.
Her achievements are beginning to rise again!
Three and a half meters—three and a half meters—until it stops at four meters!
Furthermore, behind her shoulder armor, a cloak formed from pure silver-white light, almost tangible, slowly emerged, moving without wind!
Above her head, light converged, and the outline of a simple yet majestic crown, symbolizing supreme authority, gradually solidified and became clear.
In contrast, King Frostheart's divine form remained at around two meters tall, its light even dimmer than before, and its movements noticeably slower. Under Maya's relentless onslaught, it could only barely hold on.
"The Titans' power stems from the trust and support of the people—"
In the stands, an elderly dwarf murmured to himself, "The hearts of the people have made their choice; they have chosen Her Majesty Sandramea!"
Finally, with a deafening roar, Maya's warhammer, wreathed in blazing silver light, pierced through Frostheart's strained double-hammer defense and landed squarely on his chest.
King Frostheart's divine form instantly disintegrated, and he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground.
His body had now returned to its original size, and he lay on the ground as if all his strength had been drained.
He struggled a few times, but could not stand up again.
Maya stood tall in the center of the arena, her four-meter-tall silver body resembling a war god. The cloak of light behind her fluttered, and the crown of light on her head was completely solidified, radiating an aura of majesty and brilliance that was impossible to look directly at.
She looked down at her father lying on the ground and slowly lowered her warhammer.
As the silver light faded, Maya returned to her original size. She looked at her father, who was struggling to prop himself up in the distance, with mixed feelings.
King Frostheart coughed a few times, spitting out a small mouthful of blood. He looked up at Maya, a faint, relieved smile appearing on his face: "You—have grown up, Maya. You have won the Titans' approval, and you have won—the hearts of all your people. You—are now a worthy king."
His gaze swept over the jubilant crowd in the stands, a look of understanding mixed with deep weariness.
"The Titans' power comes from the people's faith—they no longer recognize me as their failed king—"
After speaking, the old king raised his hand with difficulty. His gaze swept over his daughter's still somewhat childish face, and then over the countless expectant eyes in the stands.
Finally, trembling, he slowly removed a simple, heavy ring from his right thumb, inlaid with a large yellow gemstone.
"Take it, Maya—" His voice was a little weak, but also carried a sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
"From this moment forward—you—are the new king of Ironforge, the future guardians of the dwarves—"
The ring, symbolizing the dwarven kingship, was placed on Maya's left thumb by Frostheart herself.
The moment the ring was put on, the already slightly dim holy mark on the back of Frostheart's hand flickered a few times like a candle in the wind, and then turned into specks of light and dust, drifting away.
The scattered light dust, as if drawn by an attraction, all merged into the holy mark on the back of Maya's hand.
"Long live Her Majesty Sandramea!"
"A new king! Our new king has been born!"
After a brief silence, the stands erupted in a frenzied cheer that was like a landslide and a tsunami, the sound almost lifting the dome of the grand arena.
At this moment of jubilation, a clapping sound, completely out of place with the surrounding atmosphere, clearly pierced through the noise.
"Clap clap clap—"
Ernesto, draped in a black fur coat, clapped as he gracefully strolled down from the main stands toward Meya in the center of the field.
His face wore an impeccable smile, but his azure eyes gleamed with an eerie light.
"A magnificent duel, a perfect legacy. Congratulations, Your Majesty Sandramea, for ascending the throne that so many have dreamed of at such a young age."
He stopped a few steps in front of Maya, bowed slightly, and performed an impeccable courtesy.
Maya looked at him warily, without responding.
Ernesto straightened up, his smile unchanged, his tone full of allure: "As a congratulatory gift to the new king, I would like to extend an invitation for cooperation. Your Majesty, you see, I am—well, a fairly good wizard. I can help you, help your kingdom reach a brighter future, becoming even richer and more powerful, far surpassing the glory of your father's era."
"A wizard?" Maya feigned ignorance, her emerald green eyes narrowing.
"You're an envoy from the Wizarding Alliance? Didn't our Dwarf Kingdom and the Wizarding Alliance already have an alliance?"
"The Alliance? Ha—" Ernesto, or rather Loki, scoffed, his face revealing undisguised contempt.