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Obviously, even magic armor of better quality cannot be completely immune to the power of the True Sun Chariot.

While looking at the black and gold armor and the Dwarf King, the Dwarf King was also looking at Marika.

The Dwarf King's gaze revealed the same disgust and contempt as the Dwarf Messenger's, but the Dwarf King was, after all, the pinnacle of the Dwarf power structure, and was not as explicit as the Dwarf Messenger, only showing a frown.

"Are you the daughter of Frigan? Although your physique and appearance are far from perfect, the strength and qualities you've displayed make me applaud you."

The Dwarf King stood on the high platform and looked down at Marika. The magical armor on his face deformed and retreated to the top of his head to form the structure of a crown.

He clapped his hands twice symbolically.

"You made the right choice. Now that you have returned to the Dwarven Kingdom, we will still grant you the seat originally prepared for you, even though we no longer need you."

Even Marika, who was as calm as water, couldn't help but frown slightly. Both the dwarf messenger and the dwarf king were talking to themselves.

Although it is easy to obtain information this way, it is somewhat unfair to myself.

"Was my birth deliberately created in a place where I was needed?" Marika narrowed her eyes. Although she had a premonition, she still felt a little lost after confirming it.

The Dwarf King, unaware of, or perhaps unconcerned with, Marika's emotions, opened his arms and spoke loudly.

"Of course, otherwise how could the dwarves overcome the power of the sun and kill the abominable Balder."

"Since you have chosen to return to the Dwarven Kingdom, I will tell you the great story of how this great kingdom rose from the darkness!"

Dwarves are a natural blacksmithing race, or to put it bluntly, they are only good at blacksmithing. Telling stories about the rise of great kingdoms is what bards excel at, but bards have always been at odds with dwarves. Naturally, dwarves cannot learn any of the bards' storytelling tricks. When they speak, it's like hitting with a hammer, clanging the information at them.

Thanks to this, Marika understood the changes in the Dwarf Kingdom after the bloody incident caused by the second-generation One-Eyed Balder at the fastest speed and in the shortest time.

The dwarves naturally could not accept what Balder did and vowed to make Balder pay for his blood debt with blood.

But the forging that the dwarves are best at has been completely locked down by Balder. Even though the world has turned upside down and the Age of Gods has entered its end, and Asgard has left this world, Balder's omniscience can still lock on whether the forging skills of the dwarves of the time have crossed the line that will pose a threat to him.

And as if it was destined, a loser in the only solar war fell into the depths of the earth. The loser disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only the chariot that still emitted dazzling light and four white horses emitting the power of the sun.

That is the Sun Chariot.

Since the Sun Chariot had no driver, the power of the four Sun Steeds could not be combined into the sun. The Sun Steeds, which only had a quarter of the sun, were subdued by the dwarves who had extremely high resistance to fire.

Although the dwarves' skills were blocked, it did not mean that their wisdom was gone. They could easily see the craftsmanship of the Sun Chariot, and then the dwarves split into two factions.

A small group of dwarves hope to study the Sun Chariot and find a way to defeat Balder.

The vast majority of dwarves choose to give birth to offspring that can walk under the sun, that is, mixed-race. The basic condition for wanting to kill the sun is to be able to face the sun.

The two groups' goals did not conflict, and they lived in harmony until countless years later, when the Age of Gods emerged.

Although the dwarves could not understand the technology of the Age of Gods, they sensed some possibility in it. They tried to research it and successfully disassembled the Sun Chariot and reassembled it into the appearance of armor.

This great success made the dwarves ecstatic, but unfortunately it was only a way to avenge Balder and liberate the dwarves. The simplest first step was how to put on the Sun Chariot Armor.

Dwarves have extremely high resistance to fire. It is not just resistance, but also the protection of fire itself. It is not difficult to put on the Sun Chariot Armor in a short period of time, but what is fatal to dwarves is the sunlight itself.

Every dwarf who entered the armor of the Sun Chariot was petrified by the power of the sun that the Sun Horse transformed into after it was reunited.

What followed were countless experiments to find ways to block sunlight. In pharmacology, which dwarves are not good at, countless dwarves became test subjects.

Then there is the hybrid, retaining the dwarven resistance to high temperatures as much as possible and weakening the curse of petrification.

Marika's pupils contracted, and the four sun horses shook their bodies violently, and the light they produced illuminated the shadows under the platform.

There were countless stone statues, some were pure dwarves, and some were obviously half-bloods. All of them had painful expressions on their faces, struggling to stretch out their hands.

Countless stone statues in agony, like pupil-eyed souls crawling out of a terrible hell, overlap to form this tall tower enshrining the sun chariot.

Even more than these stone statues are the ashes that float out from the armor of the Sun Chariot.

Chapter 1918 Absolute Conflict

"That's a great sacrifice!"

The Dwarf King followed Marika's gaze towards the stone statues below the platform, his tone fanatical.

Unlike other horrible and bloody stories in history where people treated human lives as worthless and used their own people and even their own blood as consumables for experiments in order to achieve immortality or hegemony, the Dwarf King was serious about what he said.

He believed from the bottom of his heart that the dwarves who sacrificed themselves to activate the Sun Chariot Armor were noble. Even the half-bloods whom he despised, even the dwarves who had no forging talent and were like grass in the Dwarf Kingdom system, after becoming the sacrifices to activate the Sun Chariot Armor, they were placed in the most noble position in the Dwarf Kingdom - the Iverdi Palace, at the foot of the Sun Chariot.

What further proves the truth of the Dwarf King's words is that grayish-white spots appeared on his face, which were signs of petrification.

Even if they were wearing magic armor that could protect them from sunlight, dwarves were still dwarves after all. Sunlight was highly toxic, and the magic armor only slowed down the petrification process.

But this does not mean that the magic armor is useless. On the contrary, the magic technology completed by the dwarves is too perfect. Even at such a close distance to the sun, almost touching the skin, the dwarf king was not petrified directly.

That's why Marika doesn't understand.

If the dwarves conducted this almost sacrificial start-up experiment in order to kill Balder, avenge their blood debt with blood, and gain true freedom, she could understand.

But now that Balder is dead, the wisdom and skills of the dwarves have been liberated, but the dwarves have not even taken the opportunity to enjoy this peace, and have seamlessly started their plan to become the largest arms dealer in the world.

Is it hopeless, or is it just human nature?

Maybe both.

Marika had given up thinking about it. The conflict between her and the dwarf came from their respective values.

Now the only answer she wanted from the Dwarf Kingdom was from her mother.

"Where is my mother?"

"Right there?" The dwarf messenger raised his chin in one direction.

Marika subconsciously looked over and saw a pile of stone statues. The dwarf messenger only pointed in a general direction, but her eyes subconsciously fell on a strange female dwarf stone statue.

This stone statue is out of tune with the surrounding dwarf statues. The other dwarf statues all have painful expressions on their faces, but this female dwarf statue is extremely peaceful.

It feels like there are no regrets, like a relief.

"That's your mother, Friggin, a shameful traitor." The dwarf messenger snorted coldly. "All dwarves should dedicate themselves to the future of the Dwarven Kingdom, but she, this group of dwarves who walk the land, have betrayed their original aspirations."

"Not only did they not respond to the call, but they also chose to live in darkness instead of striving for progress."

Marika walked in front of the stone statue. The dwarf statue, which was much taller than her, made her raise her head.

The gentleness between his brows did not diminish in the slightest even if he turned into a stone statue.

"Although Frigern betrayed the dwarves, she still left a treasure for them, and that is you, daughter of Frigern." The Dwarf King still stood on the platform, looking down at Marika.

"The Giaiens inherited the bloodline of the giants of Jotunheim from the Age of the Gods. They share the same bloodline with the dwarves, making them ideal hybrids. It's possible to achieve a return to one's ancestral roots."

"And you are the only successful product. Even though you were weak in your childhood, you have displayed perfect qualities in adulthood. Your ability to wield that flaming spear is the best proof of this."

"If the dying god had not killed Balder, you would have worn this sun chariot armor and avenged the dwarves on Balder."

Marika ignored the Dwarf King's words and carefully placed her hand in the statue's hand. She could not feel any warmth, as if it was just pure stone.

It would be nice if we could meet, even if it was created for some ulterior motive.

"Why did she turn into a stone statue?"

"She must pay the price for betraying the dwarves. She should have been turned into stone by the sunlight, but in consideration of her contribution in leaving behind you, this outstanding creation, we granted her the final honor and allowed her to enter the Solar War—"

Before the dwarf messenger could finish his words, a red streak landed on his throat and destructive flames bit his skin.

The air became scorching hot, and the suffocating feeling made the dwarf messenger subconsciously close his mouth.

Mallika's face was expressionless, but there was a fire burning in her eyes.

"Your mother can be resurrected." The Dwarf King put his hands behind his back and did not react at all to Marika's sudden attack.

"To be precise, all the dwarves who sacrificed their lives for the revenge and rise of the Dwarven Kingdom can be resurrected, including your mother."

Marika glanced at the Dwarf King without any intention of moving. Although she didn't know what the Dwarf King was expecting, she was more moved when she saw the stone statue of her mother.

"It's the Sun Chariot's ability to reverse time, but you can't do it."

When seeing those dwarf stone statues, Marika guessed that even the True Sun Chariot was not omnipotent in terms of time reversal.

At least there is no way to resurrect these petrified dwarves.

If it is possible, why doesn't the Dwarf King resurrect these petrified dwarves? The dwarf stone statues here are piled up into a mountain. They have been accumulated since the Dwarf Kingdom transformed the Sun Chariot into armor. There are at least tens of thousands of them.

Is it detrimental to governance to resurrect these people?

It is unlikely. The Dwarf King himself is willing to be the sacrifice to activate the Sun Chariot Armor. The common sense of human rights and class cannot be fully applied to the Dwarves.

There is only one possibility.

"That's right, it can't be done, but it's just temporarily impossible." The Dwarf King stroked the black Sun Chariot armor.

"Just a little bit more. If it drags not the loser of the Sun Chariot, but the only Sun, then it will be able to completely control the flow of time!"

"Removing petrification and resurrecting from the dead are just a snap of the fingers!"

"A small matter?" Marika said nothing more and shook her head.

The Dwarf King was not crazy, he just believed in his own ideas very firmly. He did not consider whether he could succeed or the consequences of doing so.

All he could think about was the scene after success.

"Daughter of Frigern, now is the moment to fulfill the mission and meaning of your birth." The Dwarf King pointed to the black Sun Chariot armor.

"Come and put it on. For the Dwarf Kingdom, to revive the great pioneers, and to revive your mother. Go and snatch all the suns and challenge the position of the only sun."

"Let's start with the dying god."

Chapter 1919 Not Invincible

This is probably the purpose of bringing them both in.

Marika thought.

Let her wear the Sun Chariot Armor, and then use the power of this real Sun Chariot to snatch Amaterasu.

Judging from the conclusion alone, the Dwarf King is simply mentally ill. She is an invader and an enemy, but the Dwarf King actually wants to give her the Dwarf Kingdom's biggest trump card, the True Sun Chariot Armor, to drive.

But from the perspective of the values ​​of the Dwarf King, the Dwarf Messenger, and even the entire Dwarf Kingdom, doing so is a matter of course.

She was a half-blood dwarf, and a half-blood dwarf with no talent for forging. She was even [ugly in appearance]. She had not even grown up in the dwarf kingdom. She was a wild half-blood dwarf who had been corrupted by the culture on the ground. She was the lowest of the lowest.

Now, she, the lowest of the lowest, has been personally invited by the powerful class of the Dwarf Kingdom to enter the center of the Dwarf Kingdom. Not only are they willing to let her return to her roots, but they have also given her a great mission.

She should be ecstatic, grateful for the acceptance, and eager to put on the Sun Chariot Armor to attack the dying god who dared to attack the Dwarf Kingdom and snatch the sun away.

Even being able to resurrect his biological mother was just a by-product.

The values ​​of the entire dwarf kingdom have been completely distorted, but there is nothing that can be done about it.

The dwarves, who possess outstanding blacksmithing skills, cannot swing their hammers to their heart's content. Challenging the peak of their skills is no less difficult than stuffing a tall man into a small box.

Crowded, suffocating, desperate.

That's why some dwarves would rather cut off their hands and rush into the sunlight than face this reality.

But the same thing goes, one thing at a time.

It is no longer possible to change the mind of the dwarf power class represented by the Dwarf King. The only outcome is fighting.

"I refuse." Marika raised Surtur and pointed it at the Dwarf King.

Maybe she could pretend to accept it, then turn against him after putting on the Sun Chariot Armor, or at least turn against him after getting close to the Sun Chariot Armor, but she wouldn't do that.

Denial and rejection must be absolute, leaving no room for ambiguity.

"What?" The Dwarf King was stunned, as if he had never expected Marika to give such an answer.

He suspected there was something wrong with his ears.

"No matter how many times you ask, my answer will be the same." Marika fired a shot, knocking the dwarf messenger next to her away, and snatched the polyhedron from the dwarf messenger's hand.

"I am the Red Dragon Marika, leader of the Royal Knights, sent by the Giant Kingdom Alliance to reinforce the King of Asgard in his attack on the Dwarf Kingdom."

"If you surrender, I will treat you as a prisoner. If you resist, you will die."

Marika was not in a hurry to launch an attack. She wanted the Dwarf King to fully understand what she meant.

The Dwarf King was stunned for a long time, his expression gradually distorted by disbelief.

"You actually refused? You actually refused!"

"Not only did you refuse, you betrayed your people and your homeland!"

"Yeah." Marika was too lazy to say anything more to the Dwarf King, so she simply nodded in agreement.

The relationship between her and the Dwarf King and the Dwarf Kingdom was no longer just a matter of disagreeing with each other, but rather a matter of speaking different languages.