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Perhaps realizing that Marika wasn't someone she was afraid of, the mother finally turned her head timidly. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the daughter jumped out of her mother's arms and bit Marika's neck with her mouth wide open.

Blood splattered and the mother screamed, as if recalling a nightmare, but Marika simply hugged her daughter and let her bite her neck.

She could understand the emergency reactions of nervous people, and at such times a gentle hug would be enough.

"3, 2, 1, time's up."

Tenderness has a time limit. If she still can't recover after the time limit, Marika will use coercive measures. For example, her arms are like two pythons, strangling the enemy in her arms.

click -

Some kind of ominous sound came from the vicious little girl's body, and then the little girl collapsed limply as if she had no bones.

"Tori!" the mother cried out, calling her daughter's name.

It's not her mother's fault for making a fuss. After all, Marika only gave Tori three seconds to calm down.

"I'm sorry, she is an important family member to you, but there are also people who value my physical safety." Marika handed Tori to her mother. She touched her neck and felt a tingling sensation as well as a sticky sensation.

Marika frowned subconsciously. Tori was aiming at her vital points very accurately. She didn't seem like someone who would be easy to deal with.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. We didn't want this to happen." The mother hugged Tori in horror and knelt on the ground to apologize.

"Don't worry, this minor injury won't affect me." Marika released her hand from the wound, and after a moment, white smoke began to rise from the wound and began to regenerate. "You just need to explain to me why you, as Heroic Warriors, are so abnormal?"

"Blood? You're not a Heroic Warrior? That's great." The mother noticed the blood at the corners of Marika and Tori's mouths. She didn't know if it was because she had experienced too much shock, but she fainted.

Marika was in a difficult situation. She couldn't just abandon the mother and daughter there. That would go against her principles. But the only place she could take them back was the dwarf Hawkins's workshop...

They just parted ways on bad terms, and it would be really awkward to go back now.

Marika raised her head, turned around, scratched her hair, and finally slumped her shoulders and led the mother and daughter back to the dwarf Hawkins' workshop.

The only sounds in the workshop were the headless dwarves forging Gungnir. The dwarf Hawkins was sitting in a place away from the furnace. Seeing the mother and daughter in Marika's arms, Hawkins was stunned.

"Do you know them?" Marika asked after settling the mother and daughter.

"Tori Tori and her daughter, an unlucky mother and daughter."

The dwarf Hawkins stood up amid the sound of spinning gears, with a look of pity on his face.

"In the ancient age of the gods, only those who died bravely in battle had the chance to be chosen by the Valkyries, entering the magnificent Hall of Valor and enjoying an eternity of battle, wine, and meat. However, the Valkyries' selection criteria were never based on who you were in life, but rather on how you died."

"The village where this mother and daughter lived was invaded and brutally burned, killed, and looted. Tori, in a panic, attacked the invaders with her only weapon to protect her daughter. She died in battle, while Tori, in a frenzy, bit the invader's neck and perished along with him."

When the dwarf Hawkins mentioned the word "die in battle", the expression on his face was particularly sarcastic and helpless.

Marika understood what the dwarf Hawkins meant. She asked with a cold expression, "The man who killed Torretori and her daughter is also in Valhalla, right?"

"Yes, he died in battle in the truest sense of the word, but his death was extremely horrible, often being mocked by other Heroic Eins. Therefore, he often forced Toretori and her daughter to duel with him, and then brutally killed them."

The Einherjar are immortal, and their daily routine is to fight and kill, so the mother and daughter will be constantly resurrected and constantly brutally hurt. Even if there is no intruder who deliberately kills them, the mother and daughter will be killed by others.

What others see as a perfect world of eternal bliss is like hell for the mother and daughter.

"They are just a microcosm of the people in Valhalla. How many people just wanted to die peacefully, to go to the underworld of Helheim, but because of their one courageous resistance, they ended up in this palace of bloodshed."

Marika reached out and touched Tori's face. She found that Tori might be younger than her.

"Now I have a personal vendetta against Valhalla."

Chapter 389 Super Shieldman

According to the fixed process, the dwarf Hawkins is waiting for a destined person to come to Asgard.

It didn't matter if he was a dwarf or not, or if he had the skill of a blacksmith, as long as he had hands, he could pass on his wisdom to help that destined person become an extremely powerful blacksmith and inherit the dwarf's skills.

But Marika, who came to find him, had no intention of being a blacksmith at all. Apart from her bloodline, she was not at all like a dwarf.

To be honest, when Marika showed up, he had no intention of teaching her skills.

Because Marika, as a dwarf, is not only ugly, but also has a bad figure. If it were any other race, Dwarf Hawkins would not have such an idea, but Marika is a dwarf, and the familiarity of blood can only make him observe Marika with the aesthetic of a dwarf.

He was too tall, his limbs were too long, his waist was too thin, and he had useless lumps of fat. His skin was still so smooth, and his eyes were still narrow and long. He looked exactly the opposite of what a dwarf should look like.

The dwarf Hawkins didn't spit it out directly because his body didn't have the function to do so.

But Marika is a typical dwarf at heart, stubborn and unwavering in her beliefs. So when Marika said she wanted to destroy Valhalla, the dwarf Hawkins knew that Marika would never give up on it.

There is no point in dissuading them.

"Destroying Valhalla is impossible. Its interior is a miniature world. If you destroy it from the outside, the interior will endlessly produce materials to repair it. Destroying it from the inside... is simply nonsense. And all this is based on the assumption that the Heroic Warriors within will not hinder you."

Hawkins, the dwarf, propped his head up with his hands, making a last, futile attempt to dissuade her. He knew that Marika would stubbornly say, "No, I'm going too."

"Well, you better tell me who is persecuting Tori Tori."

"Don't be like that... Have you given up?" The dwarf Hawkins was stunned and opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

"It's not that we've given up, but we're going to compromise and achieve our goals in stages."

Marika waved her hand, calmly stating that she hadn't given up on her plan, but was simply completing her immediate goal. But to the dwarf Hawkins, this was like giving up.

"Damn human blood! Not only has it turned you into this ugly form, it's also corroded your heart!"

Although Marika doesn't care about her appearance, she still raises her eyebrows slightly when others compliment her looks. This is the first time she has been so bluntly called ugly.

However, if the other person is a dwarf, she can directly convert it into a compliment.

The dwarf Hawkins is very familiar with Asgard, having been crafting Gungnir and handing it over to the Einherjar from the end of the Age of the Gods until now. During this endless time, he knows every Einherjar, including those who persecuted Torretori and her daughter.

Einherjar Singer, LV85, is a barbarian wearing white animal skin, standing two meters away. His most distinctive feature is that his head is covered with a white cloth.

It is said that this is a symbol that the Einherjar Singh is unworthy to be here, and the other Einherjar believe that he was killed by someone far weaker than him, and that it was murder.

Marika's idea was very simple. She didn't know how to destroy Valhalla for the time being, so she had to at least help the mother and daughter who were being persecuted.

The method to find the Einherjar Singer is also very simple. In the Hall of Valor, there is always fighting and feasting with wine and meat. However, the Einherjar believe that this is only for honorable warriors, and those who are not qualified will be driven out at mealtime.

Tori Toli and her daughter were expelled, as was the Einherjar Singh.

Marika set out from the west of the city, running across the rooftops, following the direction given by the dwarf Hawkins at high speed. She soon saw the man with a white cloth wrapped around his head, holding a huge mace as his weapon.

"Singh."

Marika landed smoothly on the ground, calling the man's name calmly. Blaze would have punched him without a word, and she wanted to, too, but she was used to giving the other man three seconds.

"...Dwarf? What an incredibly ugly dwarf."

Marika's eye twitched, but unfortunately, she didn't have time to count down.

"I'm here on behalf of Tori Tori. Can you promise not to hurt them in the future?"

"Tori... Tori... Ahh ...

The two names seemed to have pierced a nerve in Singer. He immediately roared like an angry beast, and his muscles swelled up like explosions.

"I'm going to kill them!"

"321!" Marika breathed out, facing the furious Singh head-on.

Two meters away, the enormous Singh made Mallika look petite, but the difference in size did not determine strength.

Marika approached at high speed, sheathed her weapon and attacked with her fists.

Super Heavyweight Boxer

[A profession that is effective only for those weighing over 100 kg (including armor). Known for its exceptional resistance to blows and heavy punches.]

Don't try to provoke Marika by asking her how much she weighs. She'll just honestly tell you that she has abs and that the armor she wears isn't heavy. Even without the armor, the class still works.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch—"

Singh wielded his ferocious mace like a wild beast, striking wildly as if to vent his anger. Mallika quickly stepped forward, probing with light blows, and when she found an opening, she delivered a ferocious straight punch straight into Singh's face.

The clean white blindfold instantly turned scarlet, but Singh fought bravely like a wounded beast, and his random attacks gradually found the direction of Marika.

Mallika frowned. Singh seemed to have no vision, relying on his defensive tactics to find his position. Her doubts were short-lived, because once Singh found her position, his attacks became more and more fierce, and she had to be more serious.

【Heavy Shieldman】

[Professions that can lift the heaviest shield. When your weight (including armor) exceeds 100 kg, you can use skills that require a shield even without a shield. When you are as heavy as a weight, aren't you just a shield?]

When the ferocious mace fell, Marika swung out her left hand, and the back of her hand collided with the mace.

boom--

【Shield Counter】

[Use shield to launch a perfect counterattack]

The moment the bounce was completed, Singh's hands were lifted up, leaving his chest wide open.

Marika raised her other hand, opened it, and pushed it out.

【Siege Shield Charge】

[It was like the power of a battering ram raised by dozens of people. Even a city gate would be shattered, let alone a human body.]

Singer was like a rag, gushing blood as it hit the wall in the strong wind, and the white cloth stained with scarlet slowly fell down.

[Bloodstained Cloth of the Pained Heroic Spirit]

The moment he woke up in the endless glory and splendor of the palace, he would gouge out his eyes and cover his face, just to stop the persecution and cause panic. But where he was, he had no choice.

Chapter 390: Crazy Paradise

Even if a Heroic Einherjar dies, they can be resurrected in the Hall of Valor, just like the Blessed Ones. However, the difference is that the Heroic Einherjar is a lower-end version of the Blessed Ones.

It's not just because the blessed can obtain a profession, but also because even if the blessed's soul is crushed, it will be rekindled again and again, while the Heroic Warrior cannot withstand the soul being shattered.

Unless the Heroic Einherjar can break through the limit of LV100, they will be overwhelmingly disadvantaged in front of the powerful Blessed Ones.

Marika picked up the mace from the ground and pressed the sharp barbs against the Einherjar's chest. There were two huge bloody holes on the man's face; it wasn't just blindness; his eyes had been gouged out.

"Why did you hurt Tori Tori and her daughter?"

"...I don't hate them." Singer, the heroic warrior whose body was gradually collapsing, murmured.

"I've killed hundreds of men in battle, so being killed is only natural. But that's normal for me. This place keeps the warriors inside forever filled with fighting spirit, and it freezes our spirits at the moment of death."

"I am forever frozen in the shame and rage of being killed by a mother and daughter, who will forever remain in the moment of their mental breakdown."

The holes were flowing with bright red blood, like tears, or like an almost crazy spirit.

Endless hours of contemplation should have allowed one to transcend the self, offering those with bloodstained hands countless opportunities to atone for their sins. However, as soon as one opened their eyes in Valhalla, all they could see was death, as if it were only yesterday.

"This place... is not a place of honor at all. It is just a hell of... repeated death."

The body of the heroic warrior Singer turned into dust, and a soul flame emerged and slowly floated towards the Hall of Valor.

Marika reached out and grasped the soul flame. With a gentle squeeze, the Einherjar Singh vanished, returning to nothingness. But...

Marika looked down at the blood-stained white cloth in her hand. She had seen many people who committed heinous crimes, and the Einherjar Singh was undoubtedly the best among them.

Not only did they kill Torrettoli, they also had to kill them again and again in Valhalla.

This was the choice of the Einherjar Singer himself, but it was not entirely his own choice. Under the power of Valhalla, his soul became a puppet of his emotions at the time of death.

Malika finally chose to let go, allowing the flames of the Einherjar Singh to drift towards Valhalla.

"Hawkins, what exactly is Valhalla?"

Marika returned to the headless dwarf workshop with the blood-stained cloth, but Toritoli and her daughter still had not woken up.

"The final resting place of the dead in battle, the land of heaven, the countless honors gained through eternal battles, the salvation army at the twilight of the gods." The dwarf Hawkins seemed to have known that Marika would ask this question and had prepared a standard answer in advance.

"Eternally high-spirited, their blood boiling, this is undoubtedly a perfect legion. But in a battle fought with such valor, willing only to die in it, how many such heroes can there be?"

"Probably only about one-tenth." As the leader of the Royal Knights, Marika climbed up step by step from the grassroots level and witnessed and participated in the war with the Giant Kingdom.

There were campaigns against powerful regional lords, frictions with the Holy Cross Theocracy, and even wars with the predecessors of the Eternal Kingdom - the vassal kingdoms.

None of the soldiers who died for the people and their comrades were afraid of death. They knew that their return would only lead to nothingness, but they still gave their lives.

But if one simply goes to a place where they can enjoy themselves, their mental state at the moment of death is unknown. At least, those who regard fighting to the death as a ticket to enjoyment will not have the spirit to fear death.

"Not even one tenth. Wild boar meat, divinely brewed honey, and eternal enjoyment entice the people of the World Tree to fight endlessly. But those who are attracted by material enjoyment will only think of enjoyment at the moment of death."

"The magnificent paradise has long been corrupted from the inside, and there are only pleasure-seeking maggots in it. But although they are maggots, their power is still unquestionable." The dwarf Hawkins' words were very sharp. During the endless years of creating Gungnir for the second generation of One-Eye, he had long seen through the inner qualities of every heroic warrior.

But when he talked about Tori Tori, his tone softened.

"Besides the maggots, there are also [failures] like the Toritori mother and daughter. They long for peace, but unfortunately, whether or not to enter Valhalla is not theirs to decide."