When I expressed that I was willing to help out before I left, at least to help train a batch of warriors, the Black Rock Tribe became even more enthusiastic.
Not only did they tell me that they had a way to obtain more resources, they were even willing to give me some of their precious magical gems as payment. Even I felt embarrassed by their generosity.
Compared to their underground kin, the Grey Dwarves, these Dark Dwarves were simply too naive. But if one thought about it, the Grey Dwarves were exiled because they were too cunning, while the Dark Dwarves were exiled because they simply loved to fight.
But the way I saw it, no matter what their ancestors thought, the dark dwarves before me didn't want to fight at all. At the very least, they didn't want to fight in the Chaos Abyss.
A group of young dark dwarves was swinging their metal weapons around on the railings of Blackrock Fortress's platform. Their postures were decent, but it was obvious that they lacked actual combat experience. This was a rare sight in the Chaos Abyss.
After asking Moore, he learned that most of these young people were originally craftsmen and miners in the clan. Now that the situation was critical, they were all pulled out for training.
"… You actually have a chef? Are you lacking people to such an extent?"
A Mountain King with a hammer in his left hand and an axe in his right was the pride of the dwarves. However, this Mountain King actually had a ladle in his left hand and an iron pot in his right. He even carried a small stove on his back. He attacked with his ladle and defended with his iron pot. Occasionally, he would throw his iron pot at someone. This scene was so beautiful that I didn't even dare to look at it.
"Shield of Alai? Damn it, you snuck in again. Go and cook! If the bread gets burnt again, the boss will tear you apart! "
Alright, he was a real chef after all. I did my best to stifle my laughter as I watched him run back with his pot on his back.
The Dwarves' foundations were quite good, and they were able to demonstrate their various martial techniques quite well. However, time was limited, and it was impossible to start over from scratch. It seemed that I could only leave my secret technique aside for the time being.
Only the elite warriors who were stuck at a bottleneck would be able to improve in a short period of time. And even for them, cultivation required time and luck. The lizardmen most likely wouldn't give them enough time.
I do have a way to forcefully increase my power, but there are gains and losses, and the aftereffects will be quite troublesome. If a large number of strong warriors suddenly die, I'm afraid that all the dwarves will be dead by the time I leave.
It was rare to see honest dwarves in the Chaos Abyss. I had a good impression of them. Since they didn't try to trick me, I didn't want to trick them too much for the time being.
"Got it."
After racking his brains and rummaging through his reserves, there really was a way. Although the success rate wasn't high, there was no harm in trying.
"Have you heard of the Amway … Law?"
Dark Dwarves were quite disciplined to begin with. Dark Dwarves, who lived in a military society, were even more disciplined. They were a race of Order to begin with, so there was no reason for them to be unable to grasp the power of Law.
"Spreading law in the Chaos Abyss? Spreading the power of Order in the Land of Chaos? Are you sure? "
"Let's give it a try. There's no loss anyway."
Surprisingly, the experiment was actually quite successful. For the dark dwarves, who were used to obeying their superiors in a military society, the Law was nothing more than another military rule. I only spent around twenty minutes to successfully have Moore come into contact with the Power of Law, making him a reserve Justice Knight.
This should have been a good thing, but it left me deep in thought.
Although the establishment of the Hades allowed the Power of Law to break away from the jurisdiction of the Origin of Order, the nature of a type of Power of Order wouldn't change so quickly. The Power of Law was still the Power of Order, and this was the Chaos Abyss, the place where the Power of Order was the weakest.
Any new user of the Power of Order would first have to summon their own Power of Order, and this would usually require a long period of failure. However, Moore actually succeeded on his third try.
It would have been fine if it had been a powerful Holy Light, as its faith had already spread to countless dimensions. However, the Power of Law was still a newly born Power of Order, yet the residents of the Chaos Abyss were able to successfully control it …
"… Either the Power of Law is becoming far stronger than expected, or the Chaos Abyss itself is in a state of decline."
"It's also possible that it's both."
Our conclusion seemed like a good thing, but when I thought about it carefully, it didn't really make much sense. After all, most residents of the Chaos Abyss were demons. They were complete creatures of Chaos.
[That might not be the case. Since even demons can summon Holy Light, why can't demons believe in Law? Since pure Chaos is an immeasurably unknown, then it's impossible for the unknown to coincidentally contain Order?]
The Goddess of Order's words astonished me. Demons that believed in Law? Demons that followed the Law? When considering the demons' incredibly chaotic nature, perhaps there really were such abnormal species!
"… Is this the explanation for how Order can also be contained within Chaos?"
[You're overthinking things. This isn't a philosophical concept. It's just that every species has its own freaks. Beastmen have peace-loving ones, and dwarves have cunning and selfish ones. Race doesn't mean everything.]
Why did this sound so familiar …
"… Then, you admit that you were wrong back then?"
I recalled that this older sister of mine had been a radical in the past. She believed that "every species should have their own role, and everyone should have their own place", but now she was saying that "race doesn't mean everything." Wasn't this self-contradictory?
[… Cynthia was wrong. I wasn't completely correct back then, either.]
Alright then, was this another way of saying "I was wrong"? Everyone could tell that she was wrong, yet she didn't directly say that she was wrong? Was this the Goddess of Order's pride?
"You're tsundere?"
"Tsundere, but not cute at all."
[Shut up!]
Let's not consider whether or not there were abnormal species among demons. If the seed of the Power of Law could truly take root in the Chaos Abyss, then just giving the weaker factions in the Chaos Abyss a new way of life would be quite attractive.
While we were chatting idly, Mor was intending to show off his new ability to his companions.
At this moment, the sound of wind whistling through the air and the rapidly approaching mana source attracted my attention.
As far as I could recall, there was only one type of creature in the mortal plane that was capable of bringing about such a powerful current of air and the smell of rot.
"A black dragon is coming!"
I immediately prepared for battle when I noticed the black dragon approaching. I immediately ordered the cannons to prepare their cannons, and the shamans to prepare their Divine Arts. Everyone's target was the clouds. The moment the black dragon appeared, they would immediately attack.
Dragons loved to fly in the clouds, as it was both safe and hidden. But with my guidance, all the attacks were directed in the direction the black dragon was coming from.
"Aren't you afraid that it's an ally?"
"How could there be an ally at a time like this? If it's an ally, then it's someone trying to steal my job. I'm just looking for a chance to 'accidentally injure' them. If it's an enemy, it'll be even easier. I'll just need to kill them. Since it doesn't matter which side they're from, it's best to attack first. What's there to hesitate about? "
"What if Hakas returns?"
"All the more reason to fight. He dares to return without completing my mission!? That bastard deserves to be killed! "
At this moment, Hakas, who I was concerned about, was currently running for his life. Not long ago, he had truly been nearly killed.
The moment he appeared at the lizardmen camp and said that he was here to help, he heard an angry roar in draconic. "You dare to steal my business!?" Hakas was then shot down by a red dragon breath that descended from above.
Hakas was currently running for his life. His draconic instincts told him that a powerful existence was still watching him.
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