Players’ NPC daddy

"So, all we have to do is find a new god to log in." The woman slowly grinned, like a snake hiding in the cold darkness that had found its prey.

"When we were designing the game, we deliberately excluded several important gods and gave them titles to those who completed the conditions. As long as you have the title, you can be legitimately regarded as a god."

"Someone is about to complete the conditions, and then I can log in using the key."

"You want to hack into player accounts?" the female store manager picked up a drill and pointed it at the woman's head. "Is this how you treat your former breadwinner? I have to wonder if you'd do something to your current breadwinner."

"Players... are not in my game, they should enjoy themselves." The woman curled her lips, as if she felt that she had revealed some true feelings, so she immediately raised her voice.

"Anyway, just wait, it's going to be a big show."

……

Blaze completely destroyed the entire Corpse Tower and ensured that no other Wandering Soul Warriors could get close to the Great Ouroboros' back door.

Unconsciously, he had already accepted everything naturally. Perhaps it was because the light source really looked so great.

[Special Mission: Destroy the Tower of the Survivors/Completed]

Gunrat was extremely excited and thanked Blaze. This problem that had been lingering since the Age of the Gods had finally been solved. Because he spoke so slowly, Blaze could feel the sincere gratitude expressed in every muscle on Gunrat's face.

In stark contrast to Gunrat, Gunraot kept her eyes open, rolled her eyes, and drooled. This was the epitome of laziness, but even then, she still managed to keep her eyes open, showing she was actually quite grateful.

I guess so……

"Next time we meet, I'll bring the second-generation one-eyed soul along."

Blaze rode on the chicken, which was now able to carry him for a distance, so the great Ouroboros backdoor was not far away for him.

But now that the Tower of the Dead has been destroyed, he has to remind strangers that if they want to leave Helheim through the back door, they must carry some short-distance flying props.

The servant Gunrat bent down towards Blaze, and only stood up slowly after Blaze disappeared into the light gate.

"The fall of light will give birth to two gods, darkness and evil."

The voice of the male servant Gunrat was hoarse and serious, full of majesty, while the maid Gunraot, who had been half asleep and half awake beside him, completely closed her eyes, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep, but her speech was unusually clear.

"The fall of light is also a sign of the Ragnarok. Should we be thankful that the World Tree has been destroyed and this fate has dissipated?"

The wandering spirit warriors roared and surrounded them, rubbing their fists and brandishing their weapons. They dared not look directly at the god, but the god's servants were a different story.

"It has nothing to do with me."

The two servants disappeared suddenly, and the wandering warriors around them scattered and disappeared like fireworks at the curtain call of two excellent actors.

They are slow and lazy, and will disappear quietly when no one is paying attention.

……

It was an ocean with no end. At the end of the world, the sky and the ocean merged into one.

An island separated the sea and rose slowly. It was a huge island that was no lower than any mountain and no smaller than any kingdom.

And this is just a tiny part of the behemoth hidden under the endless ocean.

Blaze looked grimly at the empty world except for the sea. This was not as agreed; the Ouroboros had no intention of swishing its tail.

The chicken looked as if it had expected this and squatted calmly to the side.

"The Ouroboros will not break its promise; it just doesn't know which direction to raise its rainbow."

"Wasn't it said that the Rainbow Bridge was a great bridge that could connect two places?" Blaze knew he couldn't remember it, so he just sat down. "I can clearly see Marika's location from here."

"This prop only allows you to see Marika's position. In anyone else's hands, it's just a stone." The chicken stretched out its wings and covered Blaze's body.

"We need Marika's signal. Even the slightest bit of temperature can be detected by Ouroboros."

"Temperature?" Blaze smiled helplessly.

Based on his understanding of the girl, that would probably be a huge signal that the whole world could see.

Chapter 396 The Cowardly Blasphemer

Tori walked into Valhalla nervously. It was bustling with activity and filled with the smell of war.

If there are extreme circumstances that can cause a person's personality to change drastically, then death is undoubtedly one of them. Whether you are killed or your family is killed, it will cause a huge change.

The people of [World Tree] have a strong sense of family, and once a family member is killed, they will fight to the death. Most of the dead in Valhalla died in family feuds, and then the survivors continued to fight for revenge, killing each other, one after another.

The hatred they held in their lifetime was thus carried over into this great palace, and the so-called salvation army that marched out at the end of the world had been twisted by hatred. And this hatred was insoluble, and the spirits of the Heroic Warriors were fixed at the moment of death.

Torre had seen extremely great beings among the Heroic Eins. They were brave and righteous, and died without resentment or anger. They only made an agreement with the people who killed them to fight again in Valhalla.

They always laughed heartily and toasted with the enemies who killed them, honing their martial arts together and waiting for the end of the world.

Such heroic warriors were the first to be disappointed with Valhalla. They thought they had come to a place where they could abandon their past grudges and unite to meet their fate and die in Ragnarok.

But all they saw was indulgence, the madness of being able to take revenge and kill the enemy again and again, the greed of being able to eat meat and drink to their heart's content, and the arrogance of being in the paradise of the warriors' hall of honor.

The great Einherjar passed through the golden gate and disappeared at the end of the Age of the Gods.

After the death of the Heroic Warriors, they will be resurrected in the Hall of Valor, but those great Heroic Warriors have not returned to the Hall of Valor. They may still be alive somewhere, or have long been lost.

Torre felt fortunate at this moment, because the strength and resilience of those great heroic warriors far exceeded that of ordinary people. Death could not change their will, and decadence and luxury could not corrode their souls. They would be Marika's biggest obstacle to attacking Valhalla.

The good news is that the great heroic spirits have left, the bad news is that the great heroic spirits do not even account for one percent of the total number of heroic warriors.

Torri hunched his neck and crawled cautiously on the ground. Most of the Heroic Warriors were violent and would attack anyone they saw without restraint.

People like them who can only kneel on the ground to survive are mocked by other Heroic Warriors as "Desecrators", which means that they have no strength and courage, and those who mistakenly enter Valhalla are desecrating this paradise for warriors.

Tori didn't think much of this; she hadn't wanted to come here in the first place. She only entered the hall to help.

To be honest, although she wanted to help and mustered up the courage to take the first step, she was just a peasant woman and had no idea how to help.

"Tori, Tori, over here—"

Just then, Tori heard someone calling her. It was a girl about her age.

Their experiences were similar, but the difference was that the other was trying to protect her elderly father. However, the other's luck was much worse than hers. The Heroic Warrior Singer had been wandering outside Valhalla with his face covered, while the people she killed had been thinking of revenge in Valhalla.

Blasphemers like them also have their own small circles, but this behavior cannot even be considered as banding together for warmth, they just help each other when they can.

For example, picking up some leftovers from the heroic warriors.

Even the Einherjar needed to eat, or they would starve to death. Although the Hall of Heroes provided food, with an endless supply of meat and wine, it was still unable to withstand the Einherjar's greed and wastefulness.

These Einherjars would suddenly have a whim and chop down others who were eating with a single axe, and mealtime would turn into a bloody battlefield. In the eyes of the Einherjars, the blasphemers were not worthy of eating and would be beaten if they approached.

So the desecrators would wait until the Einherjar left, pick up the spoiled food, and gather it together to eat.

It was time for dinner, and Tori followed the girl, bypassing the Einherjar and arriving at a secluded corner. A staggering number of Einherjar were gathered there. They were all so-called blasphemers, both men and women, young and old.

Unlike the revelry outside, the blasphemers' meal time was unusually peaceful, and everyone was given a piece of meat and a glass of milk.

When it was Tori's turn, they noticed she was missing and began to question her with concern. Each of them had someone in Valhalla who wanted to kill them out of spite, leaving them vulnerable. Even so, they cared about each other.

Tori hesitated as she looked at the barrel in her eyes. She was wondering whether she should tell everyone about Marika and whether they would be willing to help.

While she was struggling, everyone started to disperse. The people who had just cared about her and her daughter knelt on the ground, preparing to crawl out, which made her heart skip a beat.

This was a daily routine for them, the blasphemers, from the Age of the Gods until now, and she had become accustomed to it. But thanks to that damned Valhalla, her heart was still the same as the day she died, so seeing those kind people kneeling on the ground was particularly sad.

Those crazy warriors who were trying to enter Valhalla were celebrating, while those of us who had mustered up the courage for the first time to protect our loved ones could only kneel on the ground.

How could this happen?

"Everyone, I have something to say." Tori clenched the wooden barrel cup in his hand and raised his voice for the first time.

Her voice broke, and she felt scared in front of everyone, but she still spoke word by word.

"Let's destroy Valhalla together."

Tori closed her eyes tightly, expecting laughter to greet her with her words, but to her surprise, there was silence all around.

After a long time, someone spoke slowly in a hoarse voice.

"If we fight, we can't do that..."

They weren't great warriors or anything like that, just ordinary people who had strayed into this place. They didn't even dare to stand up and walk, let alone destroy Valhalla.

Tori couldn't feel disappointed, because she didn't dare, she didn't dare to resist for herself, and wanted to continue kneeling. But when she thought about the people besides her, these good people who had done nothing wrong and had to kneel on the ground, her lips couldn't help but tremble.

"I know a very powerful person. Let's go meet her. Even if it's just for the sake of meeting her, it's fine."

She was almost begging, perhaps because these words had never been spoken since the Age of Gods. The blasphemers were silent for a long, long time before one of them whispered in an inaudible voice.

"Then let's meet..."

Chapter 397 The Sleeping Spark

Marika trained this group of warriors from the Age of Gods with extremely strict requirements, and regarded them all as recruits, regardless of whether they were kings or leaders of the Knights in their lifetime.

Fortunately, this group of warriors outside Valhalla are extremely powerful. Their goal is to escape from Valhalla and go to the underworld of Helheim, so they are not immersed in the carnival of Valhalla.

This leads to a result that although their emotions will be fixed by Valhalla, they gradually develop antibodies due to the accumulated intentional confrontation.

"Tori."

“Aaaaaaaaa——”

The Einherjar Singh went berserk on the spot, and continued to howl even after being punched into the ground by Marika.

Although there are antibodies, they are not many.

Marika studied the angle, took a step back, and fired a powerful shot at Einherjar Singh's head. The man flew out and returned to normal.

However, if these problems are eliminated, the only problem left for this legion is insufficient manpower.

Just when Marika was having a headache, an unexpected person came up to her. It was Tori, and not just her, she brought many people who looked away.

Marika immediately understood that they were people in Valhalla who were in the same situation as Tori, so she immediately greeted them and took them to a quiet place.

They called themselves Blasphemers, a name that made Marika frown, but she put it aside and learned about the situation in Valhalla.

Seeing that Marika did not suggest that they fight, the blasphemer's spokesperson breathed a sigh of relief and spoke more fluently.

The blasphemers, active in various corners year-round, possessed a detailed understanding of various factions and provided a wealth of useful intelligence. Marika memorized this information and then moved on to the main topic: what the blasphemers needed to do.

"I don't need your help in the battle. Logically, you should be protected civilians. But now is an emergency, so I hope you can do something else. Specifically..."

Because the Einherjar are immortal, Marika can't destroy all their souls, so unfortunately, these blasphemers can't be used as logistics. However, the blasphemers are numerous and have infiltrated every corner of Valhalla, so they can be used to spread rumors and bluff.

The first step is to find two small families with conflicts and spread rumors that they will fight outside Valhalla.

The second step is to intervene as a third party when the two sides are fighting, defeat them, and bring them under your command.

Step 3: Repeat the above steps. It would be better if you can bring some food during this time.

The success of this crude plan was based on the rule in Valhalla that whoever had the biggest fist was the boss. At least her current subordinates, no matter how despicable their actions, all recognized this rule.

A glimmer of hope appeared in the blasphemer's eyes. He obviously believed that this matter could be successful. He thanked Marika excitedly and immediately contacted more blasphemers to participate in this matter.

But this is not a good thing...

"They seem to regard you as their backbone, which is not a good thing."

The dwarf Hawkins poured cold water on them, appearing with Tori by his hand. Mother and daughter met and embraced each other as if parting forever.

"I know." Marika crossed her arms, leaned against the wall and raised her head.

"They're willing to help us because they don't have to fight themselves, so they stand up. But once we can't fight anymore, or when they're the only ones left, they'll revert to their original form."

"That's what you mean."

The dwarf Hawkins spread his hands and refused to deny it.

"They will change." Marika slowly closed her eyes and prepared to stand and rest for a while.

Everything here was covered in ashes, day and night, filled with a sense of decadence. She had to plan her rest time to control her body's condition.

"How could it be that simple? Do you know how much time has passed since the Age of the Gods? The immortal noble birds have died and been reborn thousands of times, yet they remain unchanged."

The answer to Dwarf Hawkins was Marika's steady breathing.

The dwarf Hawkins sighed helplessly and subconsciously cast his gaze on the spear that Marika used to support her body.

This was the miracle he had painstakingly crafted, his dormant spark.

Falling into Marika's hands and then being brought to him by Marika might be his fate, but he no longer has the courage to face it.

The dwarf Hawkins, carrying his back, slowly walked into the headless dwarf's workshop.

Tori saw the lonely back of the dwarf Hawkins, whispered a few words in Tori's ear, and then chased after him.