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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. She felt no warmth; it was just a piece of stone. If only she could see it, 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."

(End of this chapter)