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The sound of a huge hammer hitting anvil is also the first heartbeat of a huge creature at its birth.

"One-Eye, let fate guide you to meet the great giant."

Chapter 402: Meet the great Fire Giant in my singing!

The god drew out Gungnir from behind, which was the divine sentence that would hurl death, and pointed the tip of the spear at Marika.

The gun had already pierced Marika's heart, so it had lost its ability to lock onto her. Even so, the gun was still like a shooting star, its power and speed like a falling star.

So the moment Marika noticed that Gungnir's gun was pointed at her, Gungnir had already been shot out and was approaching her.

In that split second, Marika had only time to sidestep, surviving Gungnir's blow with a shaky gesture that seemed like she was lucky the enemy hadn't hit her. Feeling the stinging pain in her chest as Gungnir passed by, Marika couldn't help but smile wryly, wondering how the stranger Greenland had managed to avoid Gungnir.

Gungnir fell to the ground, plowed the ground, trembled a few times, and slowly floated up, returning to the open, calling palm of the god.

Marika immediately reached out and grabbed Gungnir. Even if the god's Gungnir was endless, it would be better to get rid of as many as possible.

The moment they touched, a cry emanated from Gungnir's body. It was the cry of a weapon, a cry that no one except the dwarves could understand.

It was like a deformed child trapped in a jar, constantly struggling and suffering for its body. It was a living being, possessing a unique soul, yet it was forced to be deprived of a name and share the deformed cage called Gungnir.

While Marika was stunned, Gungnir broke away from her palm and flew back into the hand of the god.

"How many weapons like that are there?"

It seemed like despair in the face of endless Gungnir, but anyone who could hear Marika's trembling sigh could only feel the anger and sorrow in it.

The god calmly drew his second Gungnir, still aiming at Marika. The moment Marika noticed, Gungnir had already rushed in front of him. But this time, Marika raised her spear, colliding the tip of the Gungnir with the speeding one.

The crying sound was like a guide, and Marika could easily grasp it even if she closed her eyes.

The meteor-like impact instantly bent the spear in Marika's hand, almost breaking it, and Marika was knocked away.

"Give it to me, stop it!"

Marika's legs suddenly sank into the ground, and her red hair flew up like a burning flame.

The roar of a hammer came from the earth, accompanied by the awakened old whisper.

Wake up, my spark, my giant

The dry branches bathed in flames seemed to be reborn in the flames, and slowly straightened up as if growing in the flames, and the meteor-like Gungnir was burned together.

The flame spread to Marika, but did not hurt her. Instead, it supported Marika and gave her enough strength to resist the meteor.

My child, my giant, stand up!

The dwarf Hawkins stood in the center of the headless dwarves, and his voice drove the headless dwarves to swing their hammers.

The biggest misunderstanding people have about dwarves is that they use hammers to change the shape of embryos. But that's a misconception. A dwarf's hammering is a form of prenatal education for embryonic weapons, a song that awakens the weapon's life and soul.

Therefore, only the dwarf's hammering sound and the flame are needed to complete the ceremony of miracle creation.

In the ancient age of the gods, the gods asked the dwarves to offer their weapons. The beautiful Gungnir was favored, but his spark could only sleep. Why did it not awaken? Only now did he understand.

It's just that the time for it to awaken has not yet come, because it is the force that will destroy Asgard.

The horn sound that symbolizes the coming of Ragnarok is the horn of its awakening.

The spear grew, and the red-haired giant, covered in flames, stood up and let out a silent roar towards the sky.

This is the fire that ignites the world.

It roared like this, declaring its true name to the place where it was born and where it would be destroyed.

Surtur

[World-Class Weapon: Surtur]

The miracle forged by the forbidden dwarf Hawkins is the flame that burns the World Tree. Only the Gjallarhorn can awaken it. Only the strength of the Titans can control it, and only the blood of the Dwarves can withstand its heat.

The god's eyes were calm, and he simply waved his hand, trying to call Gungnir back. But his call received no response, and Gungnir fell to the ground like an ordinary dead branch.

The gods destroy weapons with fire, while the dwarves give weapons new life with fire.

In Marika's hands, the flames that roared and ignited the world burned Gungnir to ashes, transforming it back to its unborn state.

The flaming giant stretched his hand toward the sky, igniting a crimson cloud of valkyries. Countless valkyries screamed and fell amidst the flames. Terrified and in unbearable pain, they prayed for the gods' help.

The god finally glanced sideways, but the person he was looking at was the dwarf Hawkins in the dark cellar deep inside.

If that's what the sting of the all-seeing eye suggests, then don't worry about it.

The dwarf Hawkins also noticed the distant gaze, which was full of indifferent mockery, as if to say, no wonder Gungnir was chosen in the first place.

The god waited for the Valkyries to fall, and raised his hand, and countless lights illuminated the sky like stars.

That's countless Gungnir.

With the god's wave of his hand, Gungnir began to fall, like a heavy rain that extinguished the fire giant.

If Marika had intended to burn all the Gungnir, she wouldn't have been affected at all. However, Marika was resetting them, forging each Gungnir back to its embryonic form. This not only consumed the Fire Giant's power, but also allowed the Gungnir to approach Marika again and again.

Even so, Marika gritted her teeth, endured, and faced the sorrow of the weapon that no one could understand anymore.

"That's right, even the awakened Surtur is no match for Gungnir. But don't underestimate the dwarf, you little bastard who doesn't know the true meaning of Gungnir."

The dwarf Hawkins reached out for the hammer. He knew that Tori would obediently go to the high place and wait for the grand scene he mentioned.

But it couldn't be something as hideous and terrifying as the Fire Giant. He wanted to give her, and the world, his last creation.

It is a scene of immense beauty that no one can ignore, a scene that will appear only once from the beginning of the world to the end of the future.

"Let me show you my ultimate work!"

In a distant, unknown era, elves were a symbol of nobility, while dwarves were a symbol of arrogance and arrogance. They displayed their talents unscrupulously, even if it meant bringing disaster upon themselves.

This dwarf, with only his head left, who had been humbly crawling at the feet of God for endless times, finally revealed his dwarf nature.

You say you are an immortal god, so I will create a weapon that will bring you death!

Chapter 403 Let the Meteor Guide the Rainbow

The headless dwarves surrounded Dwarf Hawkins, who raised his hammer.

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The hammer struck the cold blacksmith's bench, sending dazzling sparks flying.

Flames burst out of the furnace, and every headless dwarf was burning, their bodies coming to life in the flames, but the body of the dwarf Hawkins was smoking and melting.

It was a frenzy that only a dwarf's body could withstand, while a metal body would only dissolve. However, the dwarf Hawkins seemed not to notice it, muttering and celebrating as if he had lost something and then found it again.

"Go crazy about forging iron, celebrate the blessing of life!"

"Let my sins end today!"

The flames tore through the dark and sinful workshop of the headless dwarf, and transformed into a huge furnace in Asgard.

He declared as if he was about to create a weapon that could kill God in front of Him.

The god took a single glance, then looked away. That one glance saw through everything, beholding the end of the dwarf Hawkins. This dwarf, with only a head and wisdom, would ultimately be left with nothing, and nothing would be born from the furnace of fire.

The sting of the all-seeing eye was that the dwarf's final creation would bring death.

The All-Seeing Eye is never wrong, as evidenced by the dwarf's past forging, and the now-awakened Surtur's inability to harm him. And the dwarf Hawkins's last creation, the discarded metal flower, has been destroyed. Hawkins, unable to forge anything again, has also transcended this fate.

"Foolish God, you have lost your mind and memory, your foresight and wisdom. All that remains is your coffin—your royal power."

It's burning.

This huge furnace needs fuel, so it starts burning.

His wisdom.

The most precious thing of the dwarves, the heritage of a race.

He survived in order to pass on this wisdom, but now he has ignited all of this wisdom.

"I will burn all my wisdom in exchange for awakening the pulse of my soul."

This furnace will not give birth to any miracles, but it is calling for miracles.

Dwarves are the pinnacle of blacksmithing, and their skills have fallen into decline due to the loss of their wisdom. However, those who love forging, metal, and fire will never stop swinging their hammers just because they lack the wisdom of the dwarves.

The sound of hammers hitting metal and the sincere anticipation of metal's rebirth are the true wisdom of the dwarves.

So what if we lose the wisdom of the dwarves? The dwarves will just become history. One day someone will find another way to reach the pinnacle of forging.

Rather, it is precisely because the dwarves are occupying the position that the blacksmiths will never be able to break through their limits.

So burn, and wake up!

"Oh, all weapons born, feel this flame and respond to me!"

The dwarf Hawkins raised his hands, his body turning into molten iron and flowing down. He was crying, but he was not crying for his own death. He was using the flames to plead for help from those who could feel the flames.

Not to save him, but to save the suffering souls born because of him.

"O souls that have already been born, I beg you to save those suffering children!"

On the distant top continent, the sleeping Had suddenly opened his eyes.

The flame began to burn.

The weapons hanging on the shelves, which were sold cheaply by foreigners due to their insufficient attributes and imperfect skills, caught fire, broke through the store door, and rushed into the sky like meteors.

Countless strangers received the prompt at the same time.

The weapons they had left in the warehouse, which they were reluctant to sell but had no use for, started burning.

[Would you be willing to give up one of your weapons to save a suffering soul? Yes/No]

This sudden prompt stunned people, and some people immediately chose [No]. In their eyes, the weapon that suddenly caught fire must have undergone some huge changes, and they must keep it in their hands.

But most people almost subconsciously pressed "Yes" for no other reason than to care more about that "tortured soul" than the gains and losses in equipment. It was just a weapon they couldn't bear to sell, and if it could save a suffering soul, it seemed like a good deal.

The moment they chose "Yes," a weapon flew into the sky. They regretted their decision. They realized the weapon had become something powerful, and they would never do such a foolish thing again.

Their next chance arrived immediately. Those with more than one weapon immediately received the next prompt. They hesitated for a moment, then, with a wry smile, acted like fools again and chose "Yes." They were given several opportunities to choose, and each time they chose "Yes."

As countless meteors slid across the sky and rushed towards the distant horizon, they shrugged and smiled with relief.

It turns out they are not the only stupid ones.

I don’t know whose friends you are, but you are so generous.

The weapons soaring into the sky felt the call.

They were born to protect or fight, but they failed and did not become what the warriors expected. They could only stay in the corner of the warehouse forever, losing the meaning of their existence.

They do not hate, it is their responsibility as weapons that they did not become useful, it is their fault.

Even so, they want to leave their mark on the world and do something for their owners.

And a huge furnace was calling them, and the temperature of the flames that once gave birth to them came to the scene of the gray land.

What a horrific scene it was! Countless souls that should have been born as excellent weapons were trapped in twisted bodies, crying and suffering.

How sad, those weapons were far more deserving of their creation.

So let those things that can only exist in the corner and have no value at all turn into meteors to save those suffering souls.

Countless meteors rose from all over the earth of the top world, rushed into the sky and pointed in the same direction.

Their light illuminates almost the entire edge of the dark world. Their light even surpasses the great stars in the sky, making it impossible for all living beings in this world to ignore them.

The one-eyed old man walking in the dark saw the meteors in the sky, took off his hat and lowered his head, and he found the direction to go home.

In the endless ocean, the sleeping lion awakened, and his weapons sleeping in the warehouse flew into the sky.

The giant snake and he looked up at the sky following the rays of light. The dazzling meteors turned into huge signposts in the sky.

That is guidance that even a blind person can feel.

"Over there!!!"

Accompanied by the lion's roar, the huge snake raised its body with a roar and swung its tail, and the entire endless ocean turned upside down.

It was like the ocean stood up, and countless raindrops rushed into the sky under the power of the snake.

The light from the weapons that transformed into meteors entered the water droplets, disintegrating their emotions.