Players' NPC boss

Gungnir fell like raindrops, it was a meteor shower that could destroy the entire Asgard.

The only one who could stop this meteor shower was [Surtur].

Marika supported [Surtur], her body was already broken, and her eyes could not see anything as if she was blind.

But as long as the crying of the Gungnirs continued, she would not fall.

At this moment, she heard it.

I am here to help you.

I am here to save you.

Over here.

Give me your hand quickly.

Stop crying.

I will take you home.

Countless voices came from the edge of the distant sky.

Who are they?

I don't know, but Marika knows that those who came from the other side of the distance embraced those suffering souls.

The weapons that turned into meteors and rushed over hit the falling Gungnir fiercely, they were shattered, but the flames on their bodies were transmitted to Gungnir. The tears of Gungnir, who was wrapped in flames, were gently wiped away, as if he had returned to his mother's arms, and he fell into the first sleep in endless years with heart-breaking tears.

Gungnir lost his shape, turned into light and disappeared, heading to where the meteors came from.

Those souls were redeemed in the flames, but at the cost of the complete disappearance of the weapons!

"Ahhhhhhhhh——"

Marika roared with all her might, trying to squeeze out the strength in her body in this way. The giant of fire stretched out her hands to the weapons in the sky with all her might, but she couldn't reach them.

Those were the stars in the sky, which had long gone to a place that was out of reach. All she could catch were the children they saved.

"Why, it has to be like this, I can still hold on, I can still..."

Marika's body shook and she almost fell, and the rainbow that followed answered her.

They were willing, they couldn't turn a blind eye, they... wanted to repay the masters who took them in and were willing to let them leave.

The life of weapons begins with ore, and their first howl is the sweat of the people who dug them.

Unfortunately, they did not become useful weapons, but they knew where happiness and peace were without being abandoned or buried.

If it were those people, they would definitely treat these children well.

So rush to the sky!

So burn!

So break into pieces!

Let the remains of this body become a guide to happiness!

The god was indifferent, and the Gungnirs that appeared in the sky showed signs of retreat. He judged that it was a waste to continue releasing Gungnir, so he planned to put Gungnir away.

"One-Eye!!!"

A roar came from the end of the rainbow, and the silver wolf ran on the rainbow. In a blink of an eye, it arrived in front of the god, grabbed the god and smashed it down. The eight-legged warhorse that lost its master roared angrily, but the huge and noble eagle galloped over, and the claws from the lion easily pierced the skull of the eight-legged warhorse and dragged the eight-legged warhorse away.

"Bu, Laizer?" Marika's eyes were white, and she knelt on one knee on the ground, and the fire giant gradually disappeared.

The breath of death ushered in the corpse eaters, and the delicious flesh and blood tempted them to surround the beautiful red-haired giant.

They swallowed their saliva, and their scarlet tongues licked the pale sharp teeth.

When the fire giant disappeared, they pounced on it, and then weapons fell from the sky, spreading outward in circles with Marika as the center. Each weapon was extremely fierce, and the corpse-loving people who couldn't dodge were nailed to the ground fiercely.

The corpse-loving people were stunned, but Marika's flesh and blood attracted them and made them crazy.

They continued to rush forward, holding a long sword in one hand, and with a casual swing, a corpse-loving person was evenly split into two halves.

"What? Isn't this still usable?" The heroic warrior Singer, who only had half of his body broken, panted, supported his broken body with the sword in his hand, and stood in front of their big sister with a dying look.

"This person is not something you can move."

The corpse-loving person laughed lowly, who could he protect with that look.

"Are the legendary strangers so demanding about weapons? This weapon is much better than mine."

"In our era, this is considered a divine weapon."

"Ah~ Fortunately, I crawled fast, otherwise such a good weapon would have been taken by someone first."

"Damn, it's too late!"

Countless heroic warriors came here and pulled up the weapons on the ground. They seemed to have forgotten that they would be perfectly resurrected after death, and blocked Marika behind them with their broken bodies.

They were laughing and rejoicing, as if immersed in heaven.

They raised their weapons that turned into meteors, and regarded them as the symbol of the highest honor.

They will not die, they will continue to fight until the end of Ragnarok.

They will build the real Hall of Valor on the ruins, and then continue to fight.

So the man from the other side of the rainbow! Don't lose!

Blaze slowly stood up, and the blazing white light instantly came out of his mouth, hitting the face of the god.

The white light turned the surroundings into a sea of ​​magma, and the air and dust burned. But the god was unharmed, and the light deflected in front of him.

The god subconsciously reached behind his back and grabbed nothing. All Gungnir was left in the sky, and he had lost the meteor gun.

Then use magic.

God used his fingers to leave magical words on the world, and the thunder turned into a spear and stabbed Blaze.

Blaze immediately closed his mouth and waved his hand casually. The moment Thunder's spear came into contact with the silver fur, it deflected and bounced back along its original path.

The lion's fur is immune to any sharp weapons, and magic will be shattered and rebounded.

In the battle between kings, only pure wrestling can determine the outcome, and no evil heretics can get involved.

Without the meteor gun, the great rune script cannot be used, and all that is left to the gods is the unfamiliar hand-to-hand combat.

This was such an unfamiliar word that he didn't even know whether to take the left foot or the right foot for a moment.

When Blaze rushed towards the door, the god subconsciously raised his fist and waved it out weakly.

The god was nonchalant, because even if Blaze's fist could break the stars, it could not hurt him at all.

Blaze's straight fist quietly changed into an uppercut, and the target changed from the god's face to the god's wrist.

Bang--

A large amount of blood fell to the ground along with a few milky white teeth and fragments of armor.

"Well, uh, oh-"

The god took a few steps back in a daze, and the handsome face exposed by the shattered helmet opened his mouth. The mouth was full of scarlet, and the teeth were shaky.

Nothing in the world can harm the gods except mistletoe. But in order to gain omniscience, the god dug out his own left eye.

The act of predicting death, of becoming invulnerable, tells everyone who else can harm the gods.

That is the god himself.