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Chapter 1917 The Dark History of the Dwarves
Marika's expression became serious. The levels of these four white horses were very subtle, only LV125, but the oppression they brought and the results of the identification were very shocking.

A quarter of the sun, the sun steed, and these contents put together, the level [LV125] has a special meaning just like [LV1].

This has created a huge uncertainty. They originally thought that even if the Dwarf Kingdom could mass-produce the Sun Chariot, there would not be enough Sun Gems to drive the Sun Chariot, and the real Sun Chariot would not have a real sun to drive it.

But who could have imagined that this ancient sun chariot from the Olympus totem actually had its own sun, that is, the four sun horses locked on the sun chariot.

The sun is the four white horses.

They should have guessed the answer when they saw the imitation sun chariot. Dragging does not necessarily mean being dragged from behind; the action itself is mutual!
The four sun horses stomped on the ground angrily, seeming quite dissatisfied, but helpless.

The man in black and gold armor knelt on one knee, and the armor on his back opened like wings, gushing out scorching heat waves. A burly human figure covered in magic armor similar to that of the Magic Emperor stood up from the black and gold armor.

"Dwarf King!" The dwarf messenger raised his hands fanatically towards the burly human figure.

Dwarf King?
Marika withdrew her gaze from the Sun Horse and looked at the being called the Dwarf King. He was taller and more muscular than any dwarf she had ever seen, and his whole body was wrapped in magical armor.

The quality of this magic armor is obviously better than that of the Magic Emperor, but it is still burning inside the black and gold armor transformed from the True Sun Chariot, emitting black smoke.

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 race born with a knack for forging; to put it bluntly, they excel only at blacksmithing. Narrating the rise of a great kingdom is a bard's forte, and since bards and dwarves have always been at odds, the dwarves naturally haven't learned a thing or two of the bards' storytelling skills. Their speech is like hammering information down in a clang. Thanks to this, Marika quickly grasped the changes in the dwarven kingdom after the bloodshed caused by the second One-Eyed Baldr.

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 tormented stone statues, like pupils of souls crawling out of a terrible hell, overlapped to form this tower dedicated to the sun chariot.

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

(End of this chapter)