Players' NPC boss

The god pulled out the Gungnir behind him, which was the God's Judgment of Death, and the tip of the gun was aimed at Marika.

The gun had already pierced Marika's heart, so it lost the ability to lock. Even so, the gun was still like a shooting star, and its power and speed were like a shooting star falling to the ground.

So when Marika noticed that the tip of Gungnir was pointed at her, Gungnir had already shot out and approached in front of her.

In that moment of just one second, Marika only had time to turn her body and survived from Gungnir in an awkward posture as if the opponent was lucky enough not to hit her. Feeling the stinging pain on the side of her chest after Gungnir brushed past her. Marika couldn't help but smile bitterly, wondering how the stranger Greenland managed to avoid Gungnir.

Gungnir fell to the ground, plowing the ground and trembling a few times, slowly floating up, to return to the open, calling palm of the god.

Marika immediately reached out and grabbed Gungnir. Even if the god's Gungnir was endless, she would have to take one less.

The moment they touched, a cry came from Gungnir's body. It was the cry of a weapon that no one could understand except the dwarves.

It was like a deformed child growing in a jar, feeling pain and struggle for this body all the time. It was a life with a unique soul, but it was forced to be deprived of its name and share the deformed cage called Gungnir.

While Marika was stunned, Gungnir broke away from her palm and flew back to the god's hand.

"How many weapons like that are there?"

It seemed to be the despair of facing the endless Gungnir, but anyone who could hear Marika's trembling sigh could only feel anger and grief from it.

The god calmly pulled out the second Gungnir, still aiming at Marika, and the moment she noticed it, Gungnir had already rushed in front of her. But this time Marika raised the spear in her hand and collided with the tip of Gungnir, which was rushing towards her.

The crying sound was like a guide, and Marika could easily catch it even if she closed her eyes.

The meteor-like impact instantly bent the spear in Marika's hand, almost breaking it, and Marika was even knocked out.

"Stop!"

Marika's legs suddenly sank into the ground, and her red hair flew up like a burning flame.

The roar of a hammer came from the earth, accompanied by the awakening of the old low chant.

[Wake up, my spark, my giant]

The dry branches bathed in the flames seemed to be reborn in the flames, and slowly straightened their bodies as if they were growing in the flames, and the meteor-like Gungnir was burned together.

The flames spread to Marika, but did not hurt Marika, but supported Marika, giving her enough strength to resist the meteor.

[My child, my giant, stand up! 】

The dwarf Hawkins stood in the center of the headless dwarves, and his voice drove the headless dwarves to swing their hammers.

The biggest misunderstanding of the world about dwarves is that dwarves use hammers to change the shape of embryos. But that is a wrong perception. The hammering of dwarves is a prenatal education for weapons in the embryonic state, and a song that awakens the life and soul of weapons.

So only the hammering of dwarves and the flames can complete the ceremony of the birth of miracles.

In the ancient era of the gods, the gods asked them, the dwarves, to offer weapons, and the beautiful [Gungnir] was favored, and his spark could only sleep. Why didn't it wake up? It wasn't until now that he understood.

It's just that it's not time to wake up, because it is the power to destroy Asgard.

The horn sound that symbolizes the coming of Ragnarok is the horn of its awakening.

The gun grew up, and the giant with red hair covered by flames stood up and roared silently towards the sky.

[This is the fire that ignites the world]

[It roared like this, and at the same time announced its true name to the place where it was born and where it would be destroyed]

[Surtur]

[World-class weapon: Surtur]

[The miracle forged by the forbidden dwarf Hawkins is the flame that burns the world tree. Only the Galarhorn can awaken it. Only the power of the giants can control it, and only the blood of the dwarves can withstand its high temperature]

The god's eyes were calm, and he just waved his hand, wanting to call back Gungnir. But his call was not responded to, and Gungnir fell to the ground like an ordinary dead branch.

The gods destroyed weapons with fire, and the dwarves gave weapons rebirth with fire.

In Marika's hands, the flames that roared enough to ignite the world burned Gungnir to ashes, turning it back to its unborn appearance.

The giant of fire stretched his hand to the sky, and the scarlet cloud composed of valkyries in the sky was ignited, and countless valkyries screamed and fell in the flames. They were terrified and in unbearable pain, begging for help from the gods.

The gods finally looked sideways, but they were looking at the dwarf Hawkins in the dark cellar deep inside.

If this is what the stinging of the all-seeing eye implies, then there is no need to care.

The dwarf Hawkins also noticed the distant sight, which was extremely blandly mocking, as if saying, no wonder Gungnir was chosen in the first place.

The gods waited for the Valkyries to fall, and raised their hands, and countless lights illuminated the sky like stars.

Those were countless Gungnir.

Accompanied by the god's wave, Gungnir began to fall, like a heavy rain that extinguished the fire giant.

If Marika had the idea of ​​burning all the Gungnir, she would not be affected at all. But Marika reset them and forged each Gungnir back to the embryonic form. This not only consumed the power of the fire giant, but also made Gungnir approach Marika again and again.

Even so, Marika gritted her teeth and endured, facing the grief of the weapon that no one could understand.

"That's right, even the awakened [Surtur] is no match for [Gungnir]. But you, a little bastard who doesn't know the true meaning of [Gungnir], don't underestimate the dwarf."

The dwarf Hawkins reached out to touch the hammer. He knew that Tori would obediently go to the heights to wait for the grand scene he said.

But that can't be a hideous and terrifying thing like a fire giant. He wants to give her and the world his last creation.

It is an incomparable beauty that no one can ignore. It is a scenery that will only appear once from the beginning of the world to the end of the future world.

"Let you see my ultimate work!"

In the distant era unknown to anyone, elves are a symbol of nobility, while dwarves are a symbol of arrogance and arrogance. They show their talents unscrupulously, even if they bring disaster upon themselves.

This dwarf, who only has his head left and has been humbly crawling at the feet of God for endless time, finally reveals his dwarf nature.

You say you are an immortal god, so I will make a weapon that brings you death!