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"Can this be used to destroy Valhalla?" Marika raised her spear. This crimson spear was named [This is the Fire that Ignites the World].

"It can't be done. It's just a failed prototype." The dwarf Hawkins' tone was very indifferent, and he didn't even want to look at the gun.

"After you lost your body, all you have left is sarcasm?" Marika gripped the spear tightly, and flames danced on the red spear body.

She was disappointed, not only because the dwarf Hawkins was always sarcastic and said discouraging words, but more importantly, he gave up the most important thing for a dwarf - love.

Dwarves love fire and metal; they can hear the cry of metal and cherish even the failed forges of others. However, the dwarf Hawkins repeatedly expresses his rejection of his own work and no longer hammers and forges weapons.

"And wisdom. As long as we have the wisdom of the dwarves, we can create more powerful weapons." The dwarf Hawkins had long been unable to be shaken by words, so he didn't care about Marika's words, but his eyes avoided the dancing flames on the red spear.

"There are tons of Gungnir here that are better than the failed one you have."

"If you really want to do something to Valhalla, use these Gungnir. With these Gungnir, it will only take you a while to capture Valhalla."

"I'll think of another way."

Marika turned and left the headless dwarf workshop, and the dwarf Hawkins turned and looked at the flaming furnace. This time he didn't even have the courage to reach out and touch it.

In the workshop, the headless dwarf forged his weapon stiffly and non-stop. Dwarf Hawkins didn't know whether to envy or feel relieved.

Even without his head, he could still forge weapons using his dwarf body, but his forging was stripped of individuality, resulting in mass production. However, with only his head and wisdom, without his dwarf body, he could forge nothing.

He could no longer feel the warmth of life bursting out from the flames, nor could he beat out the clang of life's birth.

As a result, I have no idea whether being alive is a blessing or a curse.

Obviously, if someone inherits the wisdom of the dwarf, he can end his life and no longer be confused.

Chapter 391 Let’s Resist Again

Marika's goal is clear. After learning about Valhalla while helping Tori Toli and her daughter, it further turned into solving the distortion in Valhalla.

This requires manpower.

If what Hawkins the Dwarf said was correct, then the Einherjar were not a united group. On the contrary, they were likely filled with conflict. The dead often included two people who had killed each other, so the Einherjar's enemies would also be in Valhalla.

But these people are not her target. What she needs are those who are tired of the madness and pleasure in Valhalla, and those who see the true face of the so-called Warrior's Hall of Honor.

From the state of the Heroic Warrior Singer, it can be seen that although their emotions will be forcibly fixed by the power of Valhalla, they are not completely without self-awareness.

When the Heroic Warrior Singer did not mention the names of Torre and Toli, his state was very stable, and he also clearly expressed his boredom and rejection of Valhalla.

Mallika believes that Einherjar Singh is not the only one and there will be many similar ones.

But how to contact these heroic warriors became a big problem, as she could not enter Valhalla to obtain intelligence.

"That... Lady Marika?" A timid call brought Marika, who was sitting on the ground, back to her senses. Turning around, she saw that it was Tori, but Tori was nowhere to be seen.

"Are you awake? How do you feel?"

"It's okay." Tori was at a loss for a moment. After all, her daughter attacked the man in front of her, but not only did she not die, she was also well taken care of.

"I want to ask you something. What kind of place do you think Valhalla is?"

"It's a terrible place. Everyone fights every day. Even if they don't want to, they will be forced to take up arms." Tori hugged his body tightly, his voice trembling.

Because they cannot die, they keep dying, repeating the pain and fear of death over and over again. Even if they want to collapse, they will be forced to reset their mental state.

"We are all dead, why are we still dying?"

Marika stood up, opened her arms, and gently embraced Tori's frail body, hoping this would ease her fear. Tori's larger-than-average figure calmed her down, and even made her feel a little reluctant. However, this also reminded her that she was married, so Tori blushed and immediately pulled away.

"Mrs. Marika, is there anything I can help you with? I want to make up for what my daughter did to you."

"...No need. Being a knight who protects the weak has been my dream since I was a child." Marika smiled gently, but the slight pause made Tori realize something.

"Lady Marika, you want to destroy Valhalla, right? I'm sorry I overheard your conversation." Tori clasped his hands in front of his abdomen, and with great courage and trembling teeth, he said the three words "Valhalla".

"Well, I want to recruit people from Valhalla and form a legion, but I can't enter Valhalla."

"Yes, really? I'm so sorry I can't help you."

Tori's face was frozen, and even if she said nothing, Marika could tell how difficult this was. It was like putting someone who had been through so much torture back in that torture chamber.

"It's okay. There are always more solutions than problems." Marika comforted Tori with a smile, "You don't have to force yourself to face those terrible things. I will find a way."

"You're really optimistic." Tori smiled bitterly and said with determination that she was the one who wanted to help, but she was also the one who immediately backed off.

"I wasn't born like this. Don't look at me like this now. I almost froze to death on the roadside before, and I didn't dare to resist those who abused me." Marika's mouth curled up in a nostalgic arc.

Because she overcame it, because she took one step at a time, so when she looks back, those painful memories will only make her smile knowingly.

Tori was stunned, because Marika exuded an unshakable strength from the inside out. No one could look at Marika's current appearance and associate her with the past self that Marika talked about.

"Why on earth have you become like this?"

"Because of love?" Marika, who always remained serious and earnest, touched the floral ornament in her hair and made a joke, then a blush appeared on her cheeks because of her own words.

"Ahem—Anyway, you guys should stay in Hawkins first. The shelter is safe."

Marika said this with her head tilted to the side, not wanting the blush on her face to diminish the credibility of her words.

Tori lowered her head and returned to the workshop. Her daughter, Tori, hadn't woken up yet. Only the dwarf Hawkins was staring at the hammer in a daze. She was a little confused. After entering the shelter, she stared at her daughter's sleeping face in a daze.

How many times had she been killed in that place? Probably more than the hairs on her head. She was clearly dead, but the pain was a million times more than life. She couldn't express her fear to anyone, because no one in this place would pay attention.

Bright red, the color of blood became her indelible shadow.

But Marika's red hair was warm, like a bonfire.

"Because of love...?" Tori reached out and touched Tori's face. Her daughter mumbled in her sleep, asking not to hurt her mother. She felt the heat flowing from the corners of her eyes.

Because she resisted, she ended up in this cruel and inhumane paradise, so she never dared to resist again. But her daughter never gave up.

It turns out that the love that the beautiful knight spoke of was not a joke.

Tori slowly stood up, trembling, but trying hard to move forward step by step, towards the place that had tortured her for endless years.

In order to protect my daughter, I started to resist again.

……

A man slowly woke up, dug out his eyes as if he had practiced it tens of millions of times, then covered his face with a white cloth, and slowly left Valhalla amid the laughter of other Heroic Warriors.

He truly didn't belong here; he was a murderer and should have gone to Helm's Underworld. But Valkyrie judged both mother and daughter dead in battle because of their resistance. How ridiculous!

Even more ridiculous, the so-called paradise was filled with corruption and debauchery. Legend had it that the warriors fighting against Ragnarok were mad, repeating the same deadly battles over and over again, seeking meaningless revenge.

Again and again.

He was similarly driven by his pre-death instincts, and only by gouging out his eyes and covering his face could he find some relief. Even then, the slightest provocation would send him spiraling out of control again.

He did not want to confess to the mother and daughter, but only wanted to enter the underworld of Helheim to be punished. However, he could not leave Valhalla. Even if his body left, he would open his eyes in Valhalla as soon as he died.

Perhaps the most suitable ending for him is to be reduced to ashes.

Today he will continue to wander around Asgard, but there is a little difference today, someone stopped him.

He is a very ugly dwarf.

Chapter 392 Tongyi is the eldest sister's younger brother

"I won't beat around the bush. Are you willing to be my subordinate for the time being, until I destroy Valhalla or defeat the second-generation One-Eye?"

"You, a dwarf, are not only ugly, but also vicious." The Heroic Warrior Singer put down his mace and placed his hands on the end of the mace. "No matter which one you say, it seems like they will be your subordinates forever."

"That is, you refused."

"No, I don't care. If I destroy Valhalla, I'll be free and go to the hell I belong to."

The Einherjar Singh pulled out his mace with all his might, stirring up a cloud of dust that filled the surroundings and obscured Marika's vision.

"But you have to beat me."

Losing sight had no effect on the eyeless Einherjar Singer. The endless years spent without his eyes had given him super-hearing abilities, allowing everything around him to take shape in his mind.

So he knew clearly the location of this dangerous dwarf.

"Whoever wins is the boss. Is that the rule here?"

"Probably!"

The Einherjar swung his mace with all his might, aiming to crush Marika's head. But the moment he spoke, Marika's bright eyes cut through the dust.

"That's much easier."

Marika used her fist to perform [Super Shield Bash] and successfully captured a subordinate.

After being decisively defeated, the Heroic Warrior Singer became obedient. However, when asked about the situation in Valhalla, he claimed to be completely clueless, as he had spent most of his life wandering outside of it.

However, Marika still got useful information. If she wants to find the Einherjar who is dissatisfied with Valhalla and does not want to obey the rules of Valhalla, Einherjar Singh can provide help.

There is an organization of these types of Einherjar, and Einherjar Singh is one of them.

The Einherjar Singh said the name of the organization quite seriously, but Marika nodded calmly and said that it was a name worth remembering.

Because this organization will soon be changed into a temporary non-staff member of the Royal Knights.

Mallika's confidence stirred a wave in the Einherjar Singh's already dead heart, a wave of resentment at being looked down upon. Just because he lost didn't mean his comrades had to suffer a disgraceful defeat; they deserved respect.

Go ahead! Weeping warriors, thirsting for punishment!

Let this ugly dwarf know that although you don’t deserve to be here, you still have dignity!

"Hello, eldest sister!"

The dignified warriors all bowed down in unison to Marika's iron fist of 1 strength. Perhaps they all had a special background story like the heroic warrior Singh, but now they were all Marika's subordinates.

Considering that this group of Heroic Warriors who did not want to stay in Valhalla had more or less some strange characteristics, the Heroic Warrior Singer, who had only dug out his own eyes and covered his eyes with a white cloth, was submerged in them and had no special features.

But as the first subordinate, the Heroic Warrior Singer received a gold coin as a reward.

"I, I was a powerful warrior in my lifetime. One gold coin is too..."

"Our group is short of funds, and I hope you will understand." Marika clapped her hands. "Now, I need the information you have about the Hall of Valor. Specifically, the distribution of power among the Heroic Warriors, those who can be recruited, those who must be eliminated, and those who you dislike."

"Excuse me, why do the people we hate have to be specially classified?" A heroic warrior covered in bandages raised his hand and asked.

"Answer: I don't want to force my subordinates to stay in the same unit with people I hate. It will affect the internal harmony." Marika answered loudly, standing on a huge wooden box with her arms folded across her chest.

"Do you have any other questions?"

Everyone shook their heads and reported on the distribution of Heroic Warriors within Valhalla. Most Heroic Warriors built their power around their former families, making internal divisions virtually impossible. Their families were exceptionally harmonious.

However, once a family member is killed, the feud will rage to the bitter end. Most Einherjar families are sworn enemies, unwilling to cooperate even at the cost of their lives, and wars often break out.

However, as for more specific details, such as which family is the enemy of which family, these people who are outside the group do not know.

Marika nodded seriously, and after keeping these things in mind, she said loudly: "Then we will begin the first activity of the Knights."

"That is……"

The Heroic Spirits below pricked up their ears, somewhat anticipating the situation. Was they planning to annihilate a particular clan? Or were they planning to invade from within and sow discord by blaming each other?

"train."

This answer made the other Einherjars burst into laughter. They were a unique group among the Einherjar, yet they actually needed training. It was like asking a veteran soldier to start training from the beginning, learning how to handle a weapon.

"This is the first step you need to take." Marika pulled out a big tree, twisted the big trees together, and kept rubbing them. The whole tree became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a shiny, charred diamond.

"real or fake!?"

……

"It's so noisy outside. Doesn't this girl know what it means to be low-key?"

The dwarf Hawkins pinched his brows in pain. Even if the second-generation One-Eye didn't care about any commotion, you are seriously planning to capture Valhalla. You should be more careful.

"Mother?"

A childish cry made the dwarf Hawkins' body stiffen. The little person was standing in the shelter, rubbing his eyes, looking for his mother.

After being sternly refuted by Marika, the dwarf Hawkins thought that he was not good at getting along with children, so he stood still and pretended to be a corpse.

Tori remained silent, but a small sob echoed through the workshop, now filled with the pounding of the headless dwarves. For some reason, the dwarf Hawkins' heart twitched violently.

Tori's cry was like the cry of the branches that were forcibly stripped of their own selves and turned into Gungnir.

"Ugh--"

The dwarf Hawkins sighed, picked up the hammer, picked up some discarded materials on the ground and placed them on the forging table.

Seeing him tinkering with something, Tori came over curiously.