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They formed a huge rainbow and followed the meteor to the other side of the sky.

Chapter 404 They Will Finally Be Reborn

Gungnir fell like raindrops, a meteor shower that could destroy the entire Asgard.

The only one who can stop this meteor shower is Surtur.

Marika supported Surtur. Her body was broken and her eyes were blind, unable to see anything.

But as long as the Gungnirs cried, she would not fall.

Just then, she heard it.

I'm here to help you.

I'm here to save you.

Here.

Give me your hand quickly.

Don't cry anymore.

I'll take you home.

Countless voices came from the edge of the distant sky.

Who are they?

She didn't know, but Marika knew that they came from the other side and embraced those suffering souls.

The weapons, streaking like meteors, slammed fiercely into the falling Gungnir, shattering them to pieces, but the flames on their bodies were transmitted to Gungnir. Enshrouded in flames, Gungnir's tears were gently wiped away, as if he had returned to his mother's arms. With heartbreaking tears in his eyes, he fell into a peaceful sleep for the first time in countless years.

The Gungnir lost their shape, turned into light and disappeared, heading towards where the meteors came from.

Those souls were redeemed in the flames, but at the cost of the complete disappearance of their weapons!

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Marika roared with all her might, trying to squeeze out the strength in her body in this way. The fire giant stretched out his hands towards the weapons in the sky with all his might, but he couldn't reach them.

Those were the stars in the sky, which had long since gone to a place far away and out of reach. All she could hold on to were the children they had saved.

"Why, do you have to do this? I can still hold on, I can still..."

Marika's body swayed and she almost fell, and the rainbow that followed answered her.

They did it voluntarily, they couldn't turn a blind eye, they... wanted to repay the masters who took them in and were willing to let them leave.

A weapon's life begins with ore, and its first cry is the sweat of those who mined it.

It's a pity that they didn't become useful weapons, but they didn't get abandoned or buried, and they knew where happiness and peace were.

If they were those people, they would definitely treat these children well.

So reach for the sky!

So burn!

So be torn to pieces!

Let the remains of this body become a guide to happiness!

The god remained indifferent, and the Gungnir that appeared in the sky began to retreat. He decided that continuing to release Gungnir would be a waste, so he decided to put the Gungnir away.

"One-eyed!!!"

A furious roar echoed from the end of the rainbow. A silver wolf raced across the rainbow, arriving before the god in a flash. It grabbed the god and slammed him down. The eight-legged warhorse, having lost its master, roared in anger, but a massive and noble eagle sprinted over, its lion claws easily piercing its skull and dragging it away.

"Bu, Lazer?" Marika's eyes turned white and she knelt on one knee on the ground. The fire giant gradually disappeared.

The breath of death welcomed the corpse eaters, and the delicious flesh and blood tempted them to surround the beautiful red-haired giant.

They swallowed, their scarlet tongues licking their pale, sharp teeth.

The moment the fire giant vanished, they pounced, weapons raining down from the sky, spreading outward in circles from Marika's center. Each weapon was incredibly powerful, pinning those corpse-lovers who couldn't dodge in time to the ground.

The corpse-hungry ones were stunned, but Marika's flesh and blood attracted them and drove them crazy.

They continued to pounce, one hand grasping a long sword, and with a casual swing, a corpse-lusting person was evenly split in two.

"What? Isn't this still usable?" Singer, the heroic warrior with only half of his body broken, gasped for breath, supporting his broken body with the sword in his hand, and stood in front of their big sister as if he would not live long.

"This person is not someone you can touch."

The corpse-greedy man chuckled, who could he protect with that look?

"Are the legendary strangers so picky about weapons? This weapon is much better than mine."

"In our time, this was considered a magical artifact."

"Ah~ Fortunately, I climbed fast, otherwise such a good weapon would have been snatched away by someone else."

"Damn, I'm late!"

Countless Heroic Warriors arrived, pulling up weapons from the ground. As if forgetting that they would be perfectly resurrected after death, they used their broken bodies to block Marika behind them.

They were laughing and rejoicing, as if they were immersed in heaven.

They raised their weapons that had turned into meteors, considering them a symbol of the highest honor.

They will not die, they will continue to fight until the end of Ragnarok.

They will build the real Valhalla on these ruins and then continue fighting.

So, man from the other side of the rainbow, don't lose!

Blaze slowly stood up, and a blazing white light instantly burst out of his mouth, hitting the god in the face.

The white light transformed the surroundings into a sea of ​​molten lava, igniting the air and dust. But the god remained unharmed, the light deflecting in front of him.

The god instinctively reached behind him, but missed. All of Gungnir was left in the sky, and he had lost his meteor spear.

Then use magic.

God used his fingers to write magical words on the world, and the thunder turned into a spear and stabbed at Blaze.

Blaze immediately closed his mouth and waved his hand. The moment the Thunder Spear touched the silver fur, it deflected and bounced back along the same path.

The lion's fur is impervious to any sharp weapon, and any magic will be shattered and rebounded.

In the battle between kings, only pure wrestling can determine the winner, and no evil demons or heretics can interfere.

Without the Meteor Spear, the great Runes were useless, and all that was left for the gods was the unfamiliar art of hand-to-hand combat.

These were such unfamiliar words that he didn't even know whether to take the left or right step.

When Blaze rushed towards him, the god subconsciously raised his fist and swung it out softly and weakly.

The god was nonchalant, because even if Blaze's fist could shatter stars, it couldn't hurt him at all.

Blaze's straight fist quietly changed into an uppercut, and the target changed from the god's face to the god's wrist.

boom--

Large pools of blood fell to the ground along with a few milky white teeth and fragments of armor.

"Um, uh, oh—"

The god took a few steps back in a trance, and his handsome face, exposed by the shattered helmet, opened his mouth, which was full of scarlet blood and his teeth were shaky.

Nothing in the world could harm the god except mistletoe, but in order to gain omniscience, the god dug out his own left eye.

The act of foreseeing death and becoming invulnerable tells everyone who else can harm the gods.

That is the god himself.

Chapter 405 The Light of Evil

The All-Seeing Eye can give the holder the scene he most wants to see, but this desire is not as simple as it can be expressed with the mouth.

It's something I really want.

If a person is a king, then the all-seeing eye will show the fall of the kingdom and the destruction of the tribe. If a person dreams of his own death and is constantly terrified by the dream, then the all-seeing eye will show the sign of death.

Perhaps because the method he used to obtain the All-Seeing Eye was not formal, the signs of death he could see were always like the dull pain of an old illness on a rainy night, with only a few damaged images.

In the past, Fujin and Muni would interpret for him with their accumulated knowledge and active thinking, and the wings of wisdom and prophecy would point him in the right direction.

But these things seem to be gone.

Why did I suddenly think of this? Was it because of the incredible pain?

The god lowered his hand from covering his mouth, and the sight of a few milky white teeth left him stunned. His teeth had fallen out, his life had been hurt, and the unfamiliar, tingling sensation made his mind go blank.

It took him a long time to react. He turned his palm over as if he was throwing away a few unimportant chips, and let the blood and teeth in his palm slide onto the ground.

"Nothing to worry about."

Indeed, this sudden attack hurt him as a god, but it was he who was hurt. He had long known that the loophole in his blessing of invulnerability was not only the mistletoe, but also himself.

Otherwise, how could he have dug out his left eye and completed the sacrifice?

This is a commendable cleverness. He actually found a loophole in the blessing and used God's body to harm God.

But God cannot be defeated by small tricks.

The god slowly walked towards Blaze, who had spent countless hours with this blessing. He considered it a protective force, having long since unleashed its full potential.

This is more than just an invincible shield.

The god's name does not symbolize power. The meteor-like spear is more of the ability of the spear itself. The god's fist is as soft and weak as his appearance.

But the moment that white fist approached, the hair on Blaze's back stood up, and a chill ran down his spine. It was a normal attack, not even a skill, but the air was split open... No, he actively dodged the fist.

Blaze subconsciously turned his body to the side, but the god's fist still grazed his shoulder slightly, and then blood and flesh flew all over his shoulder.

The god tilted his head, flailing his limbs like an uncoordinated person without control. His movements were ridiculous and illogical, but his flailing arms and kicking legs easily destroyed everything they touched, forcing Blaze back.

All things in the world swear not to harm him.

This non-harming not only includes physical destruction, but also encompasses simple thoughts and intentions. If the second-generation one-eyed man wants to swing his fist, then everything in the way must avoid it, otherwise it will harm the second-generation one-eyed man's intention to swing his fist.

To put it simply, although the second-generation one-eyed man has lost his meteor gun and runes, his physical attacks can still penetrate any defense and indiscriminately smash anything in the attack trajectory.

If hit in the head, heart, etc., it will become an instant death attack.

In this case, there is no doubt that the shield-like blessing is used as an attack enchantment.

It seemed that the Golden Bough of Life wasn't just capable of damaging the Second-Generation One-Eye's body, it also served as a shield to block his physical attacks. Blaze had no doubt that even a world-class weapon would be damaged if it got in the way of the Second-Generation One-Eye's attacks.

But fortunately, it cannot hinder the second-generation one-eyed man's punching, which is limited to the action of [swinging his fist], but the goal is to hit the enemy.

Blaze sideways and delivered a high kick to the god's forearm, redirecting his fist to point skyward. Even if a god used subtle tactics to grant the blessing that protected him the power to harm others, there was still a limit.

However, this information only prevented Blaze from being caught off guard and killed instantly. The god's attacks were haphazard, as if each of his limbs had its own agenda, allowing him to kick and punch simultaneously.

If you think about it this way, sometimes some incredibly difficult moves are so difficult to do because of gravity. And gravity will be avoided in the movement of the gods because of their blessings.

"Why are you getting in my way?"

The god suddenly spoke, a hint of doubt in his indifferent voice. He was not angry at Blaze for severely injuring his face, because the damage was done to his own body, and Blaze did not transcend the blessing.

God is obviously extremely magnanimous in the face of an existence that cannot cross the blessing to harm him and does not require him to be vigilant.

"You were the one who provoked me first!"

Blaze unleashed his Pankrasin combo, breaking the god's center of gravity just as he swung his fist. The god fell facedown, but he remained unmoved.

For the gods, falling to the ground is just like falling into a comfortable place.

"Provocation, I see. You mean our first meeting, Lion?"

The god slowly got up. The wound on his face was shocking, but he was slow and unhurried.

"Avoiding risks and eliminating potential dangers—isn't that the instinct of life? I think you understand me."

"You started a war to defeat the still-sleeping Nemean giant, wasn't it to eliminate this potential danger?"

Blaze paused, and the god did not take the opportunity to attack. Instead, he spoke while admiring the sticky blood in his hands as if he was watching something new.

"When the Nemean Giant fell, didn't you feel genuine excitement? Didn't its death wails bring you joy? Didn't you feel a sense of relief when its massive body decayed and brought life to the earth?"