Players’ NPC daddy.

[Grab the ground based on your own strength and throw it out]

The simpler the skill, the more it is affected by attributes. Even the simplest skill, [Stone Throwing], in Marika's hands, can become a massive weapon capable of destroying the enemy's fighting spirit in one blow.

"Ahhhh-"

Marika threw the boulder with all her might, and the Einherjar, driven berserk by the woman's allure, suddenly came to his senses, stopped, and retreated. Meanwhile, the rebellious Einherjar, recalling their own experiences before death and the endless years of pleasure they had stolen, charged forward fearlessly.

The Rebel Einherjar can indeed charge recklessly, as the [Stone Throw] skill's level is so low, so low that it doesn't damage teammates. Generally speaking, a normal user of this skill wouldn't be able to throw such a massive stone, so even if it didn't damage teammates, they wouldn't notice it.

But Marika is different. The stones she throws are so big that they look fake. They explode the moment they hit the ground, turning into rubble that splashes forward.

If a stranger saw this, he would just shout "The producer's own daughter".

Chapter 400: Everyone Blows the Horn

The Einherjar saw Marika as a thorn in their side. They hurled spears and shot arrows from their powerful bows, piercing her like a giant. But Marika, pierced by spears and arrows, showed no sign of weakening her fighting spirit. She fought with increasing courage, her heroic figure resembling a Valkyrie on the battlefield.

The rebellious Einherjar followed the figure, charging forward with roars.

In a trance, they found the passion they had when they first came to Valhalla. Perhaps they longed to come to Valhalla just to follow such a leader and fight fate in the twilight of the gods.

Even if the outcome is most likely defeat, they probably will have no regrets.

The Einherjar were terrified by the overwhelming force of the army, because fighting Marika meant death. This wasn't the playful, grueling fight in Valhalla; it meant real death.

Hundreds of Heroic Einherjar died at Marika's hands, and the number was still rising. Faced with the possibility of being the next one at any time, the Heroic Einherjar retreated again.

The Valkyrie anxiously rose up, calling out to the Einherjar with a shrill voice. But no matter how seductive the sound from her red lips was, trying to evoke the emotions of their death, they retreated.

It wasn't just because Marika could be completely wiped out, but also because of the shouts coming from all directions, as if the number of people was dozens of times theirs.

"Stop commanding the soldiers and go to the battlefield yourself."

Marika leaped up like a cannonball and grabbed a Valkyrie by the head. Her powerful fingers instantly deformed the delicate helmet. The Valkyrie screamed shrilly, but had no power to resist.

At best, these monsters can only be regarded as zombies on the battlefield. They have eaten the entire population of Valhalla to reach this level. All their power is just to arouse the desire and fighting spirit of the Valhalla warriors.

Faced with Marika's fully specialized combat capabilities, she could only be crushed to the ground like a huge experience pack.

The fall of a Valkyrie grated on the nerves of the Heroic Warriors. With the sound of a giant axe falling to the ground, the first warrior fled to Valhalla, followed by more warriors.

"Chase!"

Marika pulled out a spear piercing her shoulder and led the charge. In this war where both sides were immortal, the only way to survive was for one side to completely surrender. If these Einherjar truly surrendered, they wouldn't flee.

Rumbling--

The huge door of Valhalla slammed shut, blocking Marika outside of Valhalla.

"hateful!"

Marika punched the gate of Valhalla, but not only did it not break the door open, there wasn't even a vibration.

"Ha! Hahahaha——" The Heroic Warrior laughed in fear at first, and then laughed as if he had escaped a disaster.

They saw that Marika could not enter Valhalla. Although Marika's army could be resurrected in Valhalla by committing suicide, so what? Even if they killed her, as long as it wasn't Marika, they could be resurrected.

The heroic warriors, who had no worries about their lives, shouted at Marika outside the door as if they were standing outside a cage and provoking a tiger.

"Damn giant, come in if you dare!"

"We are a legion that only deploys during Ragnarok. Why would we get entangled with you in a place like this?"

"We have food and drinks in here, we can wait until the horn is blown!" A crazy heroic warrior pointed at the horn hanging high on a statue shaped like a big tree in the center of Valhalla.

He knew Marika couldn't see or even hear, but he still yelled in this way to relieve his inner fear.

"You only want to enjoy yourself, and never have the courage to defeat death."

boom--

That was the sound of the red-haired giant banging her head against the gate of Valhalla. Although her head was bleeding, she did not retreat.

"To protect their families, they overcome their own cowardice and stand up to the enemy, becoming the warriors who save the world."

"It's just a door!"

Ah ah ah ah ah--

Marika pressed her hands on the gate of Valhalla, and her armor shattered into pieces, and blood spurted out from her bulging veins.

It was a gate that could not be opened by one person, so the rebellious Heroic Elves swarmed in, each pressing down on the gate with their hands. This was a massive gate large enough to allow countless Heroic Elves to pour out at once, so even thousands of Heroic Elves could shake it together.

The gates of Valhalla rumbled and shook, and the Heroic Warriors subconsciously swallowed their saliva. Only after they were sure that the gates were only beginning to shake and remained indestructible did they burst into laughter like madmen.

Their endless enjoyment would have continued, but one person suddenly caught a glimpse of a tiny person approaching the huge tree-shaped statue in the center of Valhalla.

Who was that? I don't know. A blasphemer? A peasant woman? What did she want?

She wants to blow the horn!?

Upon noticing, the Einherjar immediately threw their weapons, cleaving the blasphemer in half. The Einherjar breathed a sigh of relief. These blasphemers were merely ordinary, timid individuals who had strayed into Valhalla. Even the most courageous of individuals would be deterred by the consequences of killing a chicken to scare the monkeys.

But the second blasphemer stumbled forward.

"You bastards! Where do you get the courage from!"

The Einherjar's voice shone, and he rushed towards the blasphemer, but a third and fourth blasphemer appeared.

"you!"

Finally, all the Einherjar noticed the blasphemers' actions. They were furious. A group of cowardly and incompetent people dared to backstab them. They immediately drew their weapons and slaughtered the blasphemers. But they couldn't kill them all. Even if they killed ten with one blow, more would appear.

Even if the front foot is killed, the back foot will be resurrected and continue to attack.

No one gave any orders in advance, but one of them heard the hysterical shout of a Heroic Warrior and mustered up the courage to move amid the roar of the red-haired giant shaking the gate of Valhalla.

Her name is Tori, just an ordinary woman who is constantly terrified and broken.

Just as the Heroic Warriors angrily denounced, these were just ordinary people who dared not resist without a voice and a leader. But they didn't want to kneel or lie down like this, they just didn't know what to do or who to follow.

They are just a bundle of straw that will only be ignited by the flame and will not burn themselves.

But isn't courage just a tiny spark?

The infinite courage in the red-haired girl's eyes split into a small flower, which was held by Tori and brought to Valhalla.

They really won't change, because they are forever frozen in the moment when they mustered up the greatest courage of their lives.

The blasphemers formed a massive sea, pushing and shoving the Einherjar little by little with their feeble strength. Someone knocked over the tree statue, and a massive horn was thrown into the air. The Einherjar were terrified, and pairs of outstretched hands passed the horn around.

Finally, the horn fell into the hands of an ordinary boy. He couldn't even lift the horn, but he puffed up his cheeks and blew it with all his strength.

The sound of the huge horn was long and grand. It was the war horn that would be blown when the twilight of the gods came.

The door of Valhalla began to shake, and it was about to open to welcome the fate of Ragnarok. The desperate heroic warriors were surrounded by blasphemers and could not even stop the door.

The darkness of Valhalla was torn apart by a ray of blazing light.

Those were a pair of flaming eyes of a red-haired giant.

"Bow down."

It was unknown who was the first to kneel before those eyes. The Einherjar followed suit, prostrating themselves in the shadow of the red-haired giant. Unable to resist the power amassed by those eyes, their remaining dignity forced them to offer their loyalty.

The one-eyed man sitting on the royal city had his eyes twitching under his eyelids. The sound of the horn that symbolized the coming of Ragnarok awakened him, and the pain brought by the all-seeing eye made him open his eyes.

The dwarves' final creation brings death.

He reached out and grabbed Gungnir beside him, slowly stood up, mounted his eight-legged warhorse and galloped towards the source of the horn sound.

Chapter 401 Ragnarok

When the sound of horse hooves came from afar, the dwarf Hawkins knelt on the ground in fear.

That terrifying god, whose eyes could not tolerate any threat, arrived here. His gaze shifted, and the flames in the iron furnace rose.

As if in their mother's womb, the unformed Gungnir curled up in the flames, and the twisted shadows were forced into the corner by the light of the flames.

The scream of the unborn weapon, which only dwarves could hear, pierced the brain of the dwarf Hawkins and made his pupils tremble.

This was a despair that he had not felt even after lingering on for endless time. It was as if he had fallen into the most terrifying hell in the world, and was enduring the most cruel torture for a dwarf.

Even though Gungnir couldn't harm the gods, they still rushed to the scene upon hearing the horn's blast and destroyed the unfinished Gungnir. The all-seeing eye not only reveals the future we most desire, but also reveals the future like the branching of a tree.

The dwarf Hawkins no longer had lungs, only a head and a pile of gear metal, but he felt that he could not breathe and was almost losing the strength to stand.

The god turned his gaze over, or more precisely, looked at Tori who was hiding behind him and the metal flower pinned on her body.

Even though Hawkins' eyes were completely blank, he immediately sensed the danger and reached out to swat the metal flower off Tori's chest. Almost the next moment, the flower was engulfed in blinding flames.

"Little flower!"

The dwarf Hawkins clutched at Tori, who was trying to catch the flower. He acted calm, but his eyes were fixed on the burning flower. The flames of the flower and whatever was left of him also burned up.

"Why? It's just a flower made of scraps, used to amuse children?"

The god ignored him and turned away.

Even if the gods were silent, the dwarf Hawkins understood their will. A wise dwarf was not allowed to create anything, not even a meaningless flower, even if he was just an ordinary dwarf.

But he no longer even has the physical body of a dwarf, he cannot control fire, he cannot feel the resonance of metal, and no miracles can be created in his hands anymore. What is there to be afraid of?

unless……

A god never moves without a reason, unless that all-seeing eye gives him some foreboding sting.

"Hahaha--"

The dwarf Hawkins laughed loudly, a laugh of great joy, a laugh of relief and enlightenment.

He seemed to be standing outside the long river of history, from the first time he lifted the hammer to the present when he could no longer lift the hammer, from the first time he lit the stove to the burning of the abandoned flower.

The moment the red-haired giant arrived in Asgard and appeared, it was the clarion call of fate, and he only understood it now.

"Is this what I've lived for?"

"The Gjallarhorn has sounded! The serpent will raise a mighty wave upon Asgard! Ragnarok is approaching!"

The dwarf Hawkins seemed to be injected with powerful vitality. He laughed loudly and playfully tossed Tori up, as if he was dancing solo in his own world, but that dance made the thread of fate begin to tremble.

"Tori, go find the highest point in all of Asgard and witness the most incredible scenery in the entire world."

"Then Ugly Grandpa, where are you going?"

"Where are you going?" The dwarf Hawkins threw Tori hard, and the little girl landed steadily at the exit of the headless dwarf's workshop, while he stood beside the iron furnace which was gradually getting darker.

"I'm not going anywhere. I want to stay here with my family. You go find your own family."

Tori stood there hesitantly, feeling that Dwarf Hawkins was about to do something stupid, and only if she stayed would Dwarf Hawkins stop doing it. But that stupid thing seemed to be what Dwarf Hawkins had been waiting for endless years to do.

"Will we meet again in the future?"

Dwarf Hawkins smiled slightly and just raised his hand and waved.

"See you again someday, ugly girl."

When Tori disappeared, the headless dwarf workshop fell into complete darkness, leaving only a faint light from the furnace that powered the dwarf Hawkins and the heavy roar of the headless dwarf swinging his hammer.

The gods arrived above Valhalla, and their eight-legged warhorses let out a deafening roar. Countless Valkyries emerged from the dust-shrouded sky, their tight red battle skirts forming a dark red cloud that pressed down from the sky.

It's like the end of the world, making people feel terrified and desperate.

A spear tore through the oppression, piercing the god in the sky. The god remained indifferent. The spear struck him and then flew away. All creatures in the world swore not to harm him. Even the only flaw—the mistletoe—was only a small turning point.

But the shot that was thrown out and hit him without causing any harm ignited something, and the deafening war cry was like an even bigger spear of despair piercing the sky.

They were the undead warriors of Valhalla, a legion formed for Ragnarok.

When they knelt at the feet of the Red-haired Giant, they became the Red-haired Giant's army. That was the loyalty earned through unrivaled strength, and the admiration earned by the blood shed by the united warriors.

The gods high above could not understand what it meant when the first shot fired on the battlefield hit the enemy commander.

It is a symbol of inevitable victory, a boring ritual for humans towards the gods, and the only remaining belief after countless years have passed.

The gods should have gotten out of the way, but they didn't care, so the warriors roared and fought against the gods in the sky.

The Valkyries opened their alluring red lips, seducing and shaking the warriors with their screams. From their lips wafted the sweet aroma of wine, the sweetness of roasted meat, and the allure of endless glory. They should have been at the warriors' side, but the warriors who were not corpses held no appeal to them.

So what these corpse lovers got was an angry punch, which shattered the helmets that covered their ugly faces, tore up their luxurious red dresses, and trampled their beautiful and attractive bodies underfoot.

When the horn sounded, heralding the arrival of Ragnarok, it wasn't just the gates of Valhalla that opened, but also the oaths sworn by the warriors upon entering. No one could stop the warriors from achieving victory, not even the gods.

Marika pulled out the spear from behind her and aimed it at the One-Eye in the sky. The spear, which looked like a dead tree, began to burn.