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She was afraid that even if she explained to the Dwarf King that she was a native citizen of the Giant Kingdom Alliance, the Dwarf King would not understand.

"What do you want to do next? Make me wear the Sun Chariot Armor like you did to my mother?" Marika didn't like to talk during battle, but this time she broke the rules and provoked the Dwarf King with words.

If the dwarf king was really stupid enough to ask her to wear it, she would not hesitate and would wear it without hesitation.

Facts proved that the Dwarf King was not that stupid. Marika's abnormal attitude made him realize one thing, that is, Marika had no sense of identity with her dwarf ancestry at all, and was even very repulsive.

If you are not a dwarf, or even reject dwarven blood, then you naturally cannot understand the pride and sense of mission that a dwarf should have.

The Dwarf King instantly came to his senses and stopped talking nonsense.

"I never thought you'd been completely corrupted by Earth culture to this extent. I really shouldn't have been so hasty in punishing Friggen for her crimes. I should have gotten your whereabouts from her and brought you back to the Dwarven Kingdom for training."

"Then you will be a perfect warrior, the liberator of the Dwarven Kingdom."

The crown on the Dwarf King's head folded down, completely covering his face. He then leaned over into the Sun Chariot Armor, and the back armor that opened like wings was fastened one by one.

The Sun Chariot Armor slowly stood up, and the Dwarf King's angry voice became ethereal and divine through the Sun Chariot Armor, and every word sounded like the judgment of God.

"And not become the ugly person that I am now, both physically and mentally."

"Everyone has said I was beautiful since I was a child. But in my eyes, you are ugly and your figures are out of shape." Marika said what she had wanted to say for a long time.

These dwarves all said she was ugly as a matter of course, but her lack of reaction didn't mean she didn't care.

"I see. You actually reject the dwarven bloodline for such a superficial reason."

"What a stupid and childish idea."

The armor of the Sun Chariot shifted slightly, as if it was adjusting its size. The moment the adjustment was completed, the four sun horses let out an angry neigh.

Transparent chains grabbed the necks of the Sun Stallions and dragged them towards the Sun Chariot Armor. No matter how hard they resisted, they could not change the result of being dragged into the Sun Chariot Armor.

As one sun horse after another was dragged into the sun chariot armor, a golden light more noble and eternal than gold flowed on the black sun chariot armor.

[Prisoner of the Sun - Dwarf King LV500]

"What a terrifying level." Marika commented lightly, without any panic, and calmly raised [Surtur] and took a stance.

LV500 is certainly scary, but it depends on the situation.

Great strength must be matched by a great body.

In other words, the larger the body, the higher the level is, the more absolute power it displays. On the contrary, the smaller the body, the higher the level is, the more impeccable skills it displays.

In the words of outsiders, it is the difference between numbers and mechanisms.

The former has no choice but to fight head-on, while the latter only needs to crack its mechanism, then even LV500 is not impossible to win.

As one of the few dragon knights who existed before the strangers appeared, she had personally verified this statement.

There is a huge difference between the body of an ancient dragon and the human form transformed from the ancient dragon's body.

Although the armor on the Dwarf King, made from the real Sun Chariot, has an invisible oppressive force, the types of abilities it possesses are no more than those of the imitation Sun Chariot driven by the Magic Emperor.

It is even very likely that it surpasses the imitation solar chariot only in possessing the complete transcendental attribute of the sun.

Chapter 1920 Dwarf among Dwarves

Marika maintained her offensive stance. She had three automatically activated [Crosses of Rebirth] that could be used to revive the enemy directly, three automatically activated [Friendly Scarecrows] that could share 50% of the damage, and various other miscellaneous items. These were enough for her to luxuriously test the capabilities of the Dwarf King's Sun Chariot Armor.

Judging from the imitation Sun Chariot driven by the Magic Emperor, the real Sun Chariot should also possess incredible speed, but this incredible speed has two prerequisites.

The first is to be in the orbit of the sun, but this is not a harsh requirement for the real solar chariot that has become wearable armor. All you need to do is turn your body.

Second, this incredible speed is a relative speed.

This is the key point. Only when living creatures chase the sun can they feel the sun's speed, which is always one step ahead of the sun.

On the other hand, if you just stand still and observe the sun, the sun's speed will even slow down to the point of crawling like a turtle, motionless.

Marika held Surtur and looked at the Dwarf King. As expected, the Dwarf King had no intention of moving. In terms of basic capabilities, there was not much difference between the real Sun Chariot and the imitation Sun Chariot.

I don't know whether to say that the real Sun Chariot's abilities are simple, or that the dwarves' craftsmanship is indeed as good as the legend says. The Sun Chariot imitated using magical technology is surprisingly close to the original.

Marika stared at the Dwarf King. Suddenly, in the corner where she was paying attention with her peripheral vision, the dwarf messenger who was knocked away by her moved.

Her body twitched as if her brain was trying to determine whether it was still alive, and her feet scraped against the ground. The next moment, the extremely burly Sun Chariot Armor appeared in front of her, and the scorching hot wind from the sun blew in her face.

Marika had no intention of avoiding it. She kept her feet still and thrust her gun towards the hot wind. She turned the gun with both hands, letting the tip of the gun drill into the eyes of the Sun Chariot armor like a drill bit.

The silver-white dragon scale armor burned red in the hot wind, burning Marika's body like a branding iron.

Normally, Marika would have turned into charcoal in an instant, or screamed in agony from being burned by the armor, but this did not happen.

Not only did her red hair not get burned by the hot wind, but it became even more dazzling and shone with a golden hue, like a real flame. Her skin was only burned off to a layer of dust.

The Dwarf King was pushed back a step. This level of attack certainly couldn't hurt the Sun Chariot Armor, but the first reaction of a creature facing an attack towards the eyes was to close its eyes.

By the time the dwarf king reacted, Marika had already strode to his side.

In order to launch the attack at such a fast speed that it could only start from the west and be ahead of the sun, Marika shot the Dwarf King in front of him, causing him to take a step back and face the direction he was heading.

It was just offset at a small angle, facing southwest, so the speed of catching up later could not be exerted.

This is the trajectory of the sun. It cannot deviate at all, because the sun has to shine on the earth and cannot exist for its own selfish desires.

Marika took off her arm armor with a flick of her hand, clenched her fists and repeatedly hit the liver area of ​​the Sun Chariot Armor.

Under high temperature, the metal became soft and easily deformed, and was not as hard as her own fist, so she simply took it off.

When Marika's skills were fully activated and her strength attribute reached a terrifying 15000, the Dwarf King wearing the Sun Chariot Armor was hit sideways and his feet tore through the hard rock ground.

"Are you unharmed?" Marika clenched her fists, and there was a popping sound coming from the gaps between bones.

The only thing she could do with her full strength punches was to shake the armor of the Sun Chariot. She herself suffered cracks in her hand bones due to the counter-injury, but the Dwarf King was unharmed.

This does not mean that, after all, it is a true solar chariot, dragging its own sun, and modified into armor using perfect magic technology.

But even the True Sun Chariot's weakness remains unchanged, and that is the driver.

Although the True Sun Chariot has become a fully covered armor, it only makes up for the weakness of being able to knock the driver off the Sun Chariot. It does not change the defect that the Sun Chariot can be stopped by killing the driver.

Even if the Dwarf King died, she could still stop the True Sun Chariot Armor. The problem was how to kill the Dwarf King through the True Sun Chariot Armor. Her full-strength punches could only repel the enemy, and there was no way for the force to penetrate the armor.

In fact, the Dwarf King had already given her the answer. The smoking magic armor and the markings caused by petrification meant that the Dwarf King could not wear the True Sun Chariot Armor for a long time. That would be chronic suicide.

Moreover, judging from the fact that the Dwarf King could not skillfully use the True Sun Chariot Armor, he did not wear and use it often, so the speed of this chronic suicide was unexpectedly fast!

Blaze believes in the God of FLAG, and she believes in it too, so she won't say that she can win, she just thinks it's not impossible.

Marika's thoughts were as fast as lightning, and she moved swiftly. Before the Dwarf King could adjust his posture, she rushed in front of the Dwarf King. She stepped forward with her long legs, tripped the Dwarf King's heels, rushed forward, and hit the Dwarf King with her shoulder, destroying the Dwarf King's body axis.

No matter how powerful the True Sun Chariot Armor is, it is still armor that is worn. In order not to affect the wearer's movements, the joints are particularly soft. If the wearer falls to the ground, the armor will fall with him.

boom--

The Dwarf King, clad in incomparably noble armor crafted from the chariot of the True Sun, stumbled to the ground. With a resounding thud, it felt like the shattering of some faith...

This was Marika's ideal outcome, but she could feel the Dwarf King's cold gaze from behind the mask of the True Sun Chariot Armor.

After being tripped up like this, not only did his faith collapse, he didn't even feel angry, as if this result was natural.

"You reject dwarven blood, yet you survived with it. If you didn't have dwarven blood, you would turn to dust the moment you got close to me, let alone touch me." The Dwarf King looked up at Marika without any sense of humiliation.

He was extremely calm because he had two perceptions of dwarves and races other than dwarves, just like he had two brains.

The current scene was natural. Marika was the godslayer they had chosen to wear the True Sun Chariot Armor, so it was natural that she could withstand the temperature of the sun.

But the irony is that such excellent resistance that doesn't even require magic armor comes from Marika's resistance to dwarven blood, making the dwarven bloodline hidden.

"Even though you resist your bloodline and deny your dwarven side, in my eyes, you are the dwarf among dwarves."

Chapter 1921 [Greed] and [Luck]

"What did you say?"

"Did I said wrong thing?"

The Dwarf King suddenly changed the direction he was facing and entered the trajectory of the sun. The moment Marika took a step forward, he stretched out and turned into a black and gold stream of light, appearing behind Marika.

Even though Marika has demonstrated super resistance to the sun and is even immune to solar fire, the tricks derived from solar fire are another matter.

The Dwarf King did not punch Marika directly. In terms of punches and strength, he was no match for Marika at all. If he punched casually, Marika might seize the opportunity and break his arm.

Therefore, he focused all his attack methods on developing the capabilities of the True Sun Chariot itself.

He raised his arm and spread out his five fingers. The spreading hot wind from the sun instantly gathered at his fingertips and then turned into thin lines as thick as his fingers and sprayed out.

It looked like spider silk, but it was spider silk compressed by the sun's fire. It easily tore through the deep rocky ground like a pair of scissors that cut through the world, and swept towards Marika.

Marika suddenly retreated to create some distance, then jumped up on her toes and flipped through the gap between the five terrifying white lights.

However, her overly tall figure did not allow her to make such flexible and light movements. Or perhaps because she realized this, she deliberately stepped back to increase the distance and tried to make the movement successful, but ended up delaying her jump by a little.

The white light brushed against her shoulder, and one of the [Friendly Scarecrows] in the warehouse was instantly burned, and most of the silver dragon scale breastplate melted instantly.

Strangely, the melted breastplate was not destroyed. Instead, it squirmed as if it had life, and Marika's body surface appeared like dragon scales.

"Ancient dragon scales? No wonder, without the skills of the dwarves, only ancient dragons can create such high-quality armor." There was a hint of surprise in the Dwarf King's voice, but that was all.

"You seem surprised when I call you a dwarf among dwarves, but I'm not talking about your appearance or your bloodline, but your thoughts."

"I know how the culture on earth describes dwarves. Foolish, arrogant, and most importantly, greedy, and insatiable."

"I didn't expect you to have this kind of self-awareness. It seems that your way of thinking is normal when facing races other than dwarves." Marika touched her shoulder and tore off the carbonized flesh with an unchanged expression. The wound was bloody and began to regenerate at a high speed.

"It's a shame. I'm honest and incorruptible, my accounts are clean, and I only receive a salary. My only luxury is to look at the desserts on the street during training."

"Do you think greed is so superficial? You are truly a dwarf among dwarves, greedy and unaware of it."

The Dwarf King chuckled and opened his arms. The black Sun Chariot Armor transformed into a huge shadow that enveloped Marika.

"I'm talking about your position!"

"You are a half-dwarf. The Dwarven Kingdom is your homeland. You are a citizen of the Giant Kingdom, with half Giaines blood. And your heart is with that dying god. You should make a choice, but you do nothing and remain silent."

"Are you troubled by your own identity? No! You clearly just want all identities."

"A sense of responsibility? A sense of mission? Those are just embellishments, a manifestation of self-satisfaction. What's important is what it means to you. To others, it may be a burden, but to you, that burden, that sense of responsibility is a satisfaction. You enjoy doing those things."

"Making a choice means losing. Perhaps others see you as responsible and morally upright, but as a dwarf, I can see the flames of greed in your eyes. It's just that I crave gold and the Dwarven Kingdom's supreme position above all other kingdoms, while you desire status and contribution."

"To get these, you can play dumb and remain silent like a victim in a political struggle."

"Really? Well, you're right."

Marika just thought that the dwarf king had farted, and it was a painless one at that. That kind of abstract philosophy was really beyond her ability to understand.

As the saying goes, "Judgment is based on deeds, not intentions." Even if she really had an insatiable mindset, and not only wanted to take on the positions of leader and lord of the Royal Knights in the Giant Kingdom Alliance, but also wanted to continue to be the acting king of Asgard, it was only so that she could continue to be responsible for her work.

It is unreasonable to be condemned for wanting to work more and take on more responsibilities.

"Really? It seems that my statement was not direct enough. Playing dumb when our greed is exposed is also a characteristic of us dwarves." The Dwarf King sneered.

"Then why are you rejecting the blood of the Giaiens now?"

Marika was stunned, as if she didn't understand what the Dwarf King said, but her pupils began to vibrate uncontrollably.

"Even if you were the perfect half-blood we dwarves hoped to be able to wield the True Sun Chariot Armor, you shouldn't have such a terrifying ability to withstand heat when the Giaiens are more obvious."

"This can only mean one thing: deep down, you're actually resisting the bloodline of the Giaiens and longing for the bloodline of the dwarves. This thought is affecting the stability of your bloodline."

"Do you think this kind of talk will work on me?" Marika's expression turned cold, she clenched her fists and planned her next attack.

The Dwarf King has been avoiding movement, which means that once the power of the True Sun Chariot Armor is used excessively, the speed of petrification will increase. Next, she will force the Dwarf King to use the power of the True Sun Chariot Armor more.

"Denial? Then let's prove it."

"what you up to!"

The dwarf king turned his back to Marika and raised his hand. This time he did not launch an attack. It was the reverse trajectory of the sun, the reversal of time.

"Back to the day you made your choice."

The Dwarf King snapped his fingers forward, as if stuck in the world itself, and the whole world stopped. Then he rotated his wrist counterclockwise, and the whole world started moving again, but everything was flowing in the opposite direction.

Time began to flow backwards, but this time it was not the environment that began to flow backwards.

"How could this happen!?" Marika looked at her palm in astonishment. The wound began to heal as before, and then the calluses on it slowly faded away, becoming soft and tender.

She started to look younger.

"Why can we turn back time for living things? Because we can do this from the very beginning, but it consumes a lot of energy, and the reversed time needs to be deducted from my lifespan." The Dwarf King turned his head to look at the younger Marika and sneered.