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pain!
it hurts!

Balder wailed inwardly.

His bones were broken, his muscles were crushed, his internal organs were mixed into a ball, and his brain was constantly falling into dizziness under the repeated heavy blows, making him want to kneel down and vomit.

Before the True Sun Chariot Armor became alive, at least he had an extremely hard armor to block attacks, but after becoming alive and assimilated with him, the True Sun Chariot Armor became another layer of flesh and blood. It had the toughness of flesh and blood and would no longer be easily broken, but the price was pain.

But he didn't dare take off the True Sun Chariot Armor. Once he took it off, he would be naked and would have no ability to resist. Only by wearing the True Sun Chariot Armor and living in symbiosis with it could he gain the ability to compete with Blaze.

Besides the pain, there is fear.

He did not cause any harm to Blaze. Every time Blaze was injured, it was a counterattack after his own fierce attacks.

The arm was broken, the muscles were torn, blood gushed out from the broken blood vessels, and every inch of bone in the body made a terrible creaking sound, as if it could not withstand such horror and the force had exceeded the limit of the body's endurance.

But Blaze didn't even blink, and continued to punch with his fists that seemed to have flesh hanging only on bones.

It all seemed to be normal for Blaze.

If it were just this, he would only need to take a beating, only need to keep enduring Blaze's attacks, and he would win, but Blaze eats recovery items.

No! There's absolutely no chance of winning in close combat!
Balder gave up the reckless close combat. The only close combat he knew was to swing his fist and hit. After all, he had never faced such a situation in the past countless years.

Blessed with the ability to be unharmed by anything except mistletoe, he doesn't need to fight; any attack will be deflected or even shattered.

At that time, he even had the mass-produced Gungnir. He only needed to throw the spear. No, he didn't even need to throw the spear. He just needed to pick it up and throw it.

How could he possibly defeat Blaze, who had terrifying martial arts skills, in close combat?

He had to keep his distance and use long-range attacks.

Runes, yes, Runes! The Runes he had learned before!

Balder raised his hand, and the extreme speed granted by the Sun Chariot allowed him to write the runes in an instant. The golden light made the runes containing the mysteries of the world stay in the air, and then the runes connected together, releasing infinite power.

The words that interpret the mysteries of the world can naturally also reveal the content of the interpretation.

The giant sword of frost parted the clouds and fell from the sky. The flaming meteor shower dotted the giant sword of frost, like the stars in the sky reflected on the glacier.

They headed towards Blaze, and the giant frost sword fell to the ground, covering this land of death with solid ice. Then a meteor shower hit the ice surface, and the interweaving of ice and fire turned into an expanding storm that crushed everything around it.

A little blood dripped down Blaze's forehead onto the ground.

"Hahahaha - it worked, look! This is my power!" Balder raised his hands excitedly. He successfully caused damage to Blaze.

As long as he continues to write runes, he will be able to defeat Blaze.

"Do you know the profession of bard?" Blaze suddenly said.

“I’m not talking about those bards who deliver poems, of course… but they count too. A blessing can grant the recipient the auxiliary profession of bard, who uses ornate language to praise the heroic deeds of their companions in battle and bestows various enhancements, such as running as fast as the wind.” “What are you talking about?” Baldr was somewhat bewildered, and at the same time had a bad feeling.

"I'm saying that whether runes, as a form of writing, can exert power beyond that of a single rune depends on the combination of runes. Do you know how to do this?"

"Do you know how to make the wind more terrible, and the fire more intense and terrifying?"

Balder's expression froze. He couldn't do it, he didn't know. He just wrote out all the runes in an instant, combining them randomly.

"That attack just now looked incredibly powerful, but the runes weren't coordinated well, and the words were inconsistent, so most of the damage canceled each other out." Blaze dusted himself off.

Although Odin is no longer as powerful as before and has lost most of his titles, including the One-Eye, one title remains, that is, the "God of Poetry".

That is not divine power, but knowledge.

Odin can possess extremely terrifying combat power with his runes, which is the result of the cultural heritage he has accumulated from the ancient times of the gods to the present era.

As a language that interprets the mysteries of the world, Runes are naturally compatible with the cultures of various ethnic groups and races. The descriptions of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and the horrors of nature in other cultures can also be expressed in Runes.

Recently, Odin often disguised himself and mingled with strangers, and began to learn the poems they spoke.

Runes themselves don't change, but when people combine them, they unleash a fiercer flame. The birth of writing represents the blazing flame of civilization, and it's only natural that the flame of civilization feeds back into the writing, making it even more magnificent.

How could Balder, who just sat in the Golden Palace, be as knowledgeable as Odin? If Balder had learned even a little from Odin, the god of poetry, he would be in great trouble now.

"Even so, I can still obliterate you with my sheer speed and a single rune!"

Grinding is indeed the best way to deal with a tough problem, but the prerequisite is that the other party is really willing to accompany you to grind.

The strangers were often able to wear down their enemies, not only because they were taunted by the fact that they were only wearing a loincloth, but also because of the incredible martial arts they displayed.

When a man comes to challenge you wearing only a loincloth and displays martial arts that are no joke, not fighting, running away, or using despicable tricks are all signs of being a waste.

The opponent is too fragile to make a single mistake, while you can make countless mistakes. In such a duel, it would be a bit embarrassing not to take off all your clothes to show respect, which goes against the dignity of a strong person.

On the contrary, if a person is wearing powerful equipment and has unimaginable strength, but is as noisy as a toddler and full of a lack of ambition, then no one will be willing to "play with" him.

"Take it, Blaze!" Balder filled the entire sky with runes in an instant, and all kinds of rune magic came from all directions.

Blaze didn't even take a defensive stance before he was overwhelmed.

"We won!" Balder shouted excitedly, but a huge figure made his teeth chatter.

Blaze, now in his silver werewolf form, patted the magic that had crumbled into dust on his body.

"Okay, stop using runes. They don't work on me."

(End of this chapter)