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Knowing her daughter's character, Tori could only wave her hand helplessly and turned to walk towards Valhalla. Perhaps because she had already mustered up the courage to walk through it once, her steps were much steadier this time.

……

As soon as the dwarf Hawkins sat down, he felt a curious gaze.

"Grandpa Ugly, why don't you go help Sister Marika?"

"Ugly!? I'm considered handsome among the dwarves, and you--" The dwarf Hawkins was furious, but he quickly calmed down. He didn't need to argue with a child who spoke without restraint.

"What about you? Go find your mother!"

"My mother was busy, so she left me with you. So why don't you help, Ugly Grandpa?"

The corner of Hawkins's eye twitched, and he stood up, ignoring the situation. But the trouble had just begun. Tori followed him around like a little tail, chattering non-stop, and ending every sentence with "Ugly Grandpa, why don't you help?"

"I can't help, I have a more important mission!"

The dwarf Hawkins angrily picked up Tori, hung her on the wall, pointed at the dwarves around him, and spoke in a threatening tone.

"See these headless dwarves? They're all dead. I'm the only survivor. I have the responsibility and obligation to pass on the wisdom in my head. Since I'm not sure if this wisdom is the only remaining dwarven wisdom in this world, I can't risk losing the dwarven wisdom forever."

"Then why did you, Ugly Grandpa, survive? Is it because you are less useful?"

"Hey! You are so rude, kid!" The dwarf Hawkins' beard was about to stand up in anger. "So what? The useless dwarf survived! Do you know these--"

The dwarf Hawkins moved his mouth twice, and his hand, which was pointing at the headless dwarves around him, dropped. There were some things he couldn't say even if he was furious.

"The dwarves were too arrogant, flaunting their feathers like proud peacocks, which ultimately led to their deaths. I survived because I didn't create anything impressive and was considered a mediocre person."

"No, Grandpa Ugly, the flowers you made are so beautiful!"

Tori held the beautiful scrap flower in her hands, her face rosy in the firelight.

"I..." The dwarf Hawkins raised his hand, but ultimately did not touch the flower blooming between his fingers.

"I will just be an ordinary dwarf in the future."

Chapter 398 Recalling the Fear of Death

The daily life in Valhalla begins with cursing at each other.

Family groups divided the Einherjar into countless groups, and these large families were plagued by constant friction every day. Because their emotional states were fixed, every day was a new source of anger.

Today's friction was particularly intense, as someone learned from the gossip of the blasphemers that a certain family was actually plotting something. The Heroic Warriors immediately flew into a rage, threatening to fight. The family immediately withdrew from the Hall of Valor, taking all their members with them.

And then he never came back.

This happened several times, and Valhalla even became quite empty.

Outside Valhalla, it was extremely lively.

"Today is also the day when someone challenges the big sister." The Heroic Warrior Singh and another Heroic Warrior who was once in the same organization chatted with the backdrop of mushroom clouds of dust forming one after another.

Marika wanted to recruit more Heroic Warriors and form a legion that could attack the entire Hall of Heroes. To do this, she had to be very selective in selecting the members, with those who were unwilling to stay in the Hall of Heroes being the first choice, followed by those who were brainless and without any scheming.

Although it sounds like an insulting title, it is actually just an objective description, which can be referred to as a lower-looking version of the great Heroic Warrior.

Their attitude towards being killed was different from that of the great heroic warriors. They were unwilling to accept it and believed that if they were given another chance, they would not lose.

Most importantly, these big fools were quite nice to the blasphemers. Even though they used the insulting term "blasphemer," they simply thought they were blasphemers and followed suit.

Such characters particularly obey the rule of whoever has the bigger fist will be the boss. Once they are surrounded and beaten, they will be convinced.

Of course, there are also some stubborn thorns among them, like the one who is being beaten now, this is the sixth time.

"You lose." Marika beat the patriarch of the big family in front of her into a pig's head, then threw him to the ground and waved her hand. "If you still don't accept it, I can let you go. The next time you are caught, I will give you another chance to challenge me."

"hateful!"

The patriarch wiped his eyes with his arm and ran away.

"Big sister, is it necessary for you to let him go so many times?" A loyal henchman raised his hand and asked.

"This is something I learned from a group of visitors from another world. It's from the Thirty-Six Stratagems of Warcraft," Marika dusted herself off and explained to her stunned, large subordinates. "If you want to truly capture your opponent, you have to relax and let them fall for you."

"Oh--"

Everyone showed an expression of confusion.

Marika shook her head helplessly. They didn't understand, but she could understand. After all, she was also quite impressed when she first encountered the Thirty-Six Stratagems. There was actually something called The Art of War, but some parts of it were simply Sun Tzu's dirty tricks, which really went against the spirit of chivalry. She could only read it.

After a while, the patriarch who had been let go was brought back screaming, obviously he had fallen into a trap.

This time, the clan leader was obedient. After all, his own people were almost despising him. After being caught so many times and beaten so many times, it would be a bit shameless to refuse to admit defeat.

The Royal Knights' non-staff personnel expanded again, reaching several thousand, and had also reached their limit. It wasn't that they couldn't expand, but rather that the number of the next-level idiots was running low.

The dwarf Hawkins had said before that it was a common understanding in the Age of Gods that those who died in battle could enter the warriors' paradise - Valhalla, so many people fought in order to enter Valhalla and enjoy it.

Such people, before their death, were consumed only by an endless greed for the pleasures of Valhalla. Sadly, there were many such Einherjars. These Einherjars were the maggots the dwarf Hawkins had spoken of, possessing combat prowess but also the rot of Valhalla.

The only option left for Marika was to launch a formal attack.

Marika clenched her fists, stood majestically at the front of the legion of fierce and murderous heroic warriors, opened her mouth and let out a deafening roar.

"Listen up everyone inside! We're about to launch an invasion attack on Valhalla!"

Such arrogant behavior naturally attracted the attention of the Heroic Warriors. From the Age of the Gods until now, no one had dared to challenge this army that was poised to appear as saviors at Ragnarok.

The heroic warriors rushed out aggressively, then stepped into the pits one after another and fell into the traps.

As a knight, Marika would never resort to such despicable acts as sneak attacks. Therefore, as long as the battle was declared legitimately, any other means could be used.

"on!"

Marika gave the order, and the Einherjar behind her unanimously took out stones and threw them at the Einherjar in the pit. It would be best if they didn't kill them, as this would temporarily control these dead and resurrected creatures.

In this battle, where both sides can be infinitely resurrected, victory or defeat is determined by willpower. And the best way to annihilate an enemy who fears nothing because of their immortality is to break the illusion of immortality.

When the pit was filled, more Einherjar poured out. Marika waved and retreated, entering the alleys of Asgard and fighting in a roundabout way.

Initially, everything went smoothly, but gradually, Marika's army began to lose strength. The Einherjar's status would reset upon death, and they would be resurrected with even greater abandon.

The balance of victory began to tilt. The heroic warriors who had been suppressed and beaten in the alleys became violent and reckless, and at the same time became complacent and frivolous.

"Hahahaha - who are you, you idiot? I can be resurrected!" A heroic warrior raised the weapon in his hand and challenged Marika who was standing on the roof.

"We are the brave warriors who set out from Valhalla at the sound of the horn and fought in Ragnarok! Who do you think you are?"

“I am the blessed one.”

Marika leaped down from the rooftop and crushed the Einherjar with a hammer-like blow.

The powerful blow did not move the surrounding Heroic Warriors, because the souls of the Heroic Warriors who died next would float back to Valhalla to be resurrected.

Floating back...

Their gazes fixed as Marika's hand pinched the invisible soul flame, and the soul flame made a sound as if it was on the verge of breaking.

"Recall that when a person is killed, he dies."

Marika held the Soul Flame in front of the hostile Heroic Einherjar, clenched her fist, and the flame spread and floated into her body.

"Don't think I'll show mercy to you."

The long-lost tremor called death swept over.

Endless fighting and enjoyment only brought them one thing, which was to forget the horror of death.

When they realized that what awaited them this time was true nothingness, not endless glory and pleasure...

Someone's lips trembled with fear.

Chapter 399: Corpse Lover

Valhalla, officially known as Valhalla, is the legendary paradise for warriors.

Only the brave and fearless warriors who died in battle are eligible to be chosen by the Valkyries and enter. However, warriors entering Valhalla are not just for enjoyment. In addition to being granted the title of glorious warriors, they also shoulder the responsibility of fighting for the world at Ragnarok.

No one knows what Ragnarok looks like, even the omniscient King of Gods who predicted it is evasive.

But this has nothing to do with the warriors. They only need to enjoy themselves all day long, practice their fighting skills, and wait for the horn to sound, symbolizing the beginning of Ragnarok.

They fear no death, for they are already dead. Even if they become cannon fodder in war, they will not be the slightest bit cowardly, because their fighting spirit is fixed by Valhalla and the kiss of the Valkyrie at the moment of their highest fighting spirit before death.

This is Changxiang's most ideal future, and it was indeed the case at the beginning.

The death of their companions ignited the wrath of the Einherjar. Like raging beasts, they charged forward, roaring. But gradually, their voices faded, their steps became slow and hesitant, and the scarlet in their eyes gradually faded.

For some reason, no matter how they attacked, the enemy army, numbering only a few thousand, seemed endless, and shouts of battle-spirited encouragement echoed from all directions. It was as if they were surrounded.

The one who delivered the final blow was undoubtedly their fallen comrade, truly dead. Instead of being resurrected, his soul became food for the red-haired giant before him.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

A Heroic Warrior pointed at Marika and screamed, the giant axe in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and then the mighty army of Heroic Warriors fled.

They rushed towards Valhalla like crazy, and just as they approached the gate, a white feather fell from the sky.

It was an extremely sacred feather. The magnificent singing voice coming from the sky was like a command, or a backbone, and the fleeing heroic warriors stopped.

Light streamed down from the sky, accompanied by the falling of more white feathers. Nine women in blood-red, tight-fitting battle robes descended from the sky. Their features were obscured by the shadows of their bird-wing-shaped golden helmets, revealing only their exceptionally eerie red lips.

"Valkyries? They're the ones who bestow a beautiful kiss upon the fallen and bring them to Valhalla, but they're usually nowhere to be seen." Heroic Warrior Singer tilted his head, a solemn expression on his face as he heard an eerie heartbeat. "It seems you, Big Sister, have eliminated too many Heroic Warriors, drawing the attention of these divine servants."

"A wonderful kiss? Are you sure you remember it right?" Marika's eyes were focused on the red lips of the Valkyries.

"Probably. I was almost there by then." Heroic Warrior Singer shrugged. "But I did see a pair of red lips approaching me in the blur, and they even stuck out their tongues."

"That was a wonderful kiss indeed."

The surrounding Heroic Warriors, both male and female, all showed what could be described as obscene smiles. Apparently, a kiss from Valkyrie was universally popular.

But Marika, under the appraisal of the blessing, saw something completely different.

Valkyrie LV111

[The gluttonous corpse eaters wandering the battlefield delight in gnawing at the corpses' lips, where they spit out entrails and blood foam, until their entire soul and body are completely devoured. The corpses and souls devoured by the Valkyries will be resurrected in Valhalla, becoming immortal warriors.]

It’s better not to tell them, to avoid getting upset.

Valkyrie landed lightly, pulled out Gungnir and aimed it at Marika, then opened her red lips.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

It was a sharp roar like that of some wild beast, with white, sharp shark-like teeth beneath the crystal lips.

Upon hearing the roar, the Heroic Einherjar went berserk again, with murderous looks on his face as he charged towards Marika and the rebellious Heroic Einherjar again.

The rebellious Einherjar's expressions also became trance-like, as if they saw a beautiful goddess opening her arms to embrace them. Marika was certain that these Einherjar saw a completely different Valkyrie than she did.

So she decisively underwent a major memory recovery operation.

"These Valkyries are ghouls!"

"What!" The Heroic Warrior Singer, who had no sight and was not charmed by Valkyrie's red lips, was the first to come to his senses, and then he even remembered things that he shouldn't have remembered.

The memory before death is vague, but after some kind of stimulation, it is fully remembered.

His throat was bitten, and in the trance of excessive blood loss and near coma, he smelled a special fragrance, and then a beautiful figure appeared. She slowly leaned over and offered a kiss with gentle and loving movements.

It was like a mother's love, and like the passion of a young girl in love...

Then ate his tongue!

Now that I think about it, wasn’t that look full of appetite?

If you think about it more carefully, what special fragrance is that? It is clearly bad breath filled with the smell of rotting corpse!

“Ugh—”

The rebellious Einherjars vomited one after another, and after wiping their mouths, they also successfully entered a berserk state. One of the Einherjar threw a spear, hitting one of the Valhallas with the helmet, knocking it off.

Above those red lips that were enough to arouse the desire of everyone regardless of gender, was a rotten face.

“Ah ...

"I will destroy you evil people!"

Very good, now the rage is full.

Marika leaned forward, her hands supporting her, her fingers sinking into the ground. A huge crack spread out from her fingers. Then Marika pulled herself up, lifting a boulder as huge as a three-story building.

【catapult】