Players' NPC boss

The Einherjar saw Marika as a thorn in their side. They threw spears and shot arrows with strong bows, piercing Marika like hunting a giant. But Marika, who was pierced with spears and arrows, did not reduce her fighting spirit at all. She became more and more courageous as she fought, and her heroic figure was like a Valkyrie on the battlefield.

The rebellious Einherjar followed that figure and charged with a roar.

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 Ragnarok.

Even if the ending was mostly a defeat, they probably had no regrets.

The Einherjar was afraid of the powerful legion, because fighting with Marika would really kill them. This was not the kind of playful fighting in Valhalla, but real death.

Hundreds of Einherjar died at the hands of Marika, and the number was still rising. With themselves being the next one at any time, the Einherjar retreated again.

Valkyrie floated up anxiously, calling out to the Elves with a sharp voice. But no matter how tempting the red lips of Valkyrie were, and how they could awaken their emotions before death, they were all retreating.

Not only because Marika could completely destroy them, but also because of the shouts coming from all directions, as if the number of people was dozens of times theirs.

"Don't command the soldiers there, how about going to the battlefield yourself?"

Marika jumped up like a cannonball, grabbed a Valkyrie's head, and the powerful five fingers instantly deformed the delicate helmet. Valkyrie screamed shrilly, but had no power to resist.

These monsters can only be regarded as ghouls on the battlefield at best. They have eaten the entire Hall of Valor to accumulate their levels to this height, and all their strength is to arouse the desire and fighting desire of the Elves.

Facing Marika, who has fully specialized combat capabilities, they can only be crushed on the ground like a huge experience pack.

The fall of a Valkyrie cut the nerves of the Elves. With the sound of a giant axe falling to the ground, the first warrior fled to Valhalla, and then more warriors fled.

"Chase!"

Marika pulled out a spear that pierced her shoulder and led the charge. In this war where both sides are immortal, only one side can give up completely. If these Elves really surrendered, they would not run away.

Rumble--

The huge door of Valhalla closed with a bang, blocking Marika outside Valhalla.

"Damn it!"

Marika punched the door of Valhalla, not to mention breaking the door open, not even a vibration was heard.

"Ha! Hahaha--" The Elves laughed in fear at first, and then laughed as if they had escaped a disaster.

They saw that Marika could not enter Valhalla. Although Marika's legion could be resurrected in Valhalla by suicide, so what? Just kill it, as long as it's not Marika, they can be resurrected.

The carefree warriors shouted at Marika outside the door, as if they were standing outside a cage to provoke a tiger.

"Damn giant, come in if you dare!"

"We are a legion that will only be dispatched at the time of Ragnarok. How could we entangle with you in such a place!"

"We have food and drink here, and we can wait until the horn blows!" A crazy warrior pointed at the horn hanging on a statue that looked like a big tree in the center of the Hall of Heroes.

He knew that Marika could not see or even hear it, but he still shouted in this way to relieve the fear in his heart.

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

Bang——

That was the sound of the red-haired giant hitting the door of the Hall of Heroes with his head. Although her head was broken and bleeding, she did not retreat.

"To protect their families, those who overcome their cowardice and stand up will be the warriors who save the world."

"It's just a door!"

Ahhhhhh——

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

That was a door that could never be opened by one person, so the rebellious Heroic Warriors swarmed in and pressed their hands on the door one by one. This was a huge door that was enough for countless Heroic Warriors to rush out in one breath, so it could also allow thousands of Heroic Warriors to shake this door together.

The door of Valhalla made a rumbling sound, and the Heroic Warriors swallowed their saliva subconsciously. It was not until they were sure that the door was only beginning to shake and was still indestructible that they laughed like crazy.

Their endless enjoyment would continue, 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 does she want to do?

She wanted to blow the horn! ?

The Elves who noticed it immediately threw their weapons over, and the blasphemer was split in half on the spot. The Elves breathed a sigh of relief. These blasphemers were just ordinary timid people who had mistakenly entered the Hall of Heroes. Even if a person had great courage, he would be frightened by the result of killing a chicken to scare the monkey.

However, the second blasphemer staggered forward.

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

The Elves' voice became sharper and rushed towards the blasphemer, but the third and fourth blasphemers appeared.

"You!"

Finally, all the Heroic Warriors noticed the actions of the blasphemers. They were extremely angry that a group of cowardly and incompetent people dared to backstab them. They immediately took out their weapons and slaughtered the blasphemers. But they couldn't kill them all. Even if they killed ten with one knife, more would appear.

Even if they were killed, they would be resurrected and continue to pounce.

No one gave orders in advance, but one of them heard the hysterical shouting of a Heroic Warrior and took up the courage to move in the roar of the red-haired giant shaking the gate of the Hall of Heroes.

Her name is Tori, an ordinary woman who has been terrified and collapsed.

As the Heroic Warriors angrily denounced, this is a group of ordinary people who dare not resist without a voice and a leader. But everyone doesn't like to kneel or lie down like this. They just don't know what to do and who to follow.

They are just a bundle of straw, which will only be ignited by the flames, not by themselves.

But courage is just a little spark, isn't it?

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

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

The blasphemers formed a huge crowd, and pushed the Heroic Warriors little by little with their tiny strength. I don't know who knocked down the statue of the big tree, and the huge horn was thrown up. The Heroic Warriors were terrified, and pairs of outstretched hands passed the horn out.

In the end, 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 his greatest strength.

The huge horn sounded long and grand. It was the war horn that would be blown when Ragnarok came.

The door of the Hall of Heroes shook, and it was about to open to welcome the fate of Ragnarok. The desperate Heroic Warriors couldn't even stop the door surrounded by the blasphemers.

The darkness of the Hall of Heroes was torn apart by a blazing light.

Those were the eyes of the red-haired giant, burning with flames.

"Bow down."

I don't know who knelt down on the ground first in front of those eyes. The Elves knelt down one after another, crawling in the shadow of the red-haired giant. They could not resist the power gathered by those eyes, and their remaining dignity made them offer their loyalty.

The one-eyed man sitting on the royal city, his eyes squirming under his eyelids, the horn sound symbolizing the arrival of Ragnarok awakened him, and the stinging pain brought by the all-seeing eye made him open his eyes.

The last creation of the dwarves will bring death.

He reached out and grabbed Gungnir beside him, slowly stood up, rode on the eight-legged warhorse and ran towards the source of the horn sound.