Chapter 422: Gungnir

Before the three interstellar missiles took off, Arkaim.

Sophia suddenly woke up from a dream, not knowing where she was for a moment.

It was dawn outside the window. She sat on the bed for a while, then stood up.

"Time to make a decision." She said to herself.

Walking out of the bedroom, Lady Yaga was waiting for her. "The Protector Shaman is here, saying he has something important to see you about."

She met Murphy in the reception hall. The latter looked very serious. As soon as he saw her, he said: "There is no time to be too detailed. My estimate has some deviations. In about ten hours, Arkaim will be hit. Sophia, is this something you expected?"

"Ten hours later?" Sophia looked at Murphy, revealing a look of realization. "Are you from that time? What happened?"

"The gods attacked Arkaim." Murphy said concisely. "And you stopped him, in a way I don't understand, but the price..."

Speaking of this, Murphy sighed. "However, that is a fact that has already happened, a collapse that has already been observed. I cannot stop it. I came here just to fill in that piece of the puzzle to avoid things moving in a worse direction."

"What do you want me to do?" Sophia asked.

"First, I need to connect the Holy Wall to the magic net of Arkaim. The Holy Wall's defense is good, but the endurance is not enough. It must be powered by the entire magic net so that it can withstand that blow."

"Secondly, I need to figure out one thing," Murphy looked at the Empress. "Narcolepsy, it's not because of the vampire sequelae, right?"

Sophia shook her head. "No."

"So, is Miriam really resurrecting through you? Is narcolepsy because her memory is occupying you?"

Sophia shook her head again. "No, I am occupying her."

Murphy frowned. "What exactly did you and Miriam do? Why can you defeat gods?"

Sophia looked at him. "The source of this power is actually your arrangement, but you haven't seen her yet. When the time comes, you will naturally understand all this."

"And the reason you can't tell me now is because you are worried about disturbing my established actions, thereby causing the established destiny not to happen?" Murphy asked.

The Empress shook her head. "Just because I don't know what you will do, all the final secrets are only known to yourself."

"So, we are in a determined history, moving along an established track." Murphy said.

"The facts that have been observed will definitely happen, but the future that has not happened still has infinite possibilities. The past of the universe is causal, but the future is a quantum field." The Empress smiled. "This is what you told me."

"I don't remember telling you this." Murphy frowned, then understood. "The future me, right?"

He stood up and finally sighed. "I know this is impossible because I have already seen the result. But I still want to tell you that if you feel it is too heavy, you don't have to bear that so-called destiny."

However, the Empress smiled. "Mr. Murphy, the person who bears the heaviest destiny is you."

Murphy left. The moment the reception room closed, Sophia suddenly felt a sense of loss.

Ten hours.

Perhaps, this is her last time.

She still has many things to say, many things she hasn't done, and even, she hasn't heard that response with her own ears.

But, now there are too many things he needs to do.

There is a whole world that needs him to save, and his energy doesn't need to be wasted on such trivial matters.

Just thinking this, the door was suddenly pushed open again.

After the three interstellar missiles entered lunar orbit, the ground control room lost the signal.

In the final stage of the battle, it was foreseeable that there would be fierce resistance. Whether it was the missile's frequent use of Apparition or the god's defensive means, it could lead to signal loss.

This was expected, and all that could be done next was to wait.

Judging the battle results is actually very simple. The magic radar monitoring the moon does not let go of any tiny magic changes. Once the operation is successful, the magic fluctuations transmitted from the back of the moon, even if not immediately erased, will at least drop by several orders of magnitude.

Murphy was a little restless. Although this was the strongest offensive means he could make at present, he still felt very uneasy. He was thinking about whether there were any aspects he hadn't considered, when just then, a report came from the heart network.

The report came from the Magic Research Institute. Jim Best sent him a message: "Director, according to your instructions, the magic barrier will be activated in ten seconds."

Huh?

Murphy was stunned. When did I have such instructions?

Also, what is a magic barrier?

He hadn't figured it out yet, and the heart network brought another message from the Ministry of Magic. Barty Crouch showed him a state letter. "A state letter sent from Arkaim. They said that as the Empress's fiancé, you automatically became the first heir to Arkaim. Is this true?"

Then, a message from the Siberian no-man's-land made him silent directly.

Someone sent a sortie order to the "Binary Tree" supercomputer with the highest management authority, pulling tens of thousands of unmanned weapons to gather at a certain location.

Murphy frowned, and countless possibilities flashed through his mind. Immediately after, he looked at the radar signal on the big screen.

Suddenly, an electronic signal radar on a screen received a strong electromagnetic pulse, twice in a row, which meant that at least two missiles had exploded.

But in the magic signal detection, there was no violent change, and even the detected magic fluctuations had risen by an order of magnitude.

The operation failed.

In space, the crimson spear pierced toward the Earth like a meteor. The moment it entered the atmosphere, it suddenly split into three, drawing three bright fire lines in the air, like meteorites falling from the sky, piercing through the clouds, and smashing into three different locations below.

One spear in the center, formed by the tip of the spear, crossed a distance of thousands of kilometers in an instant with the momentum of ten thousand jun, falling toward the South Ural region, pointing directly at the Soviet wizard holy city, Arkaim.

Just as the spear was about to fall into the city, suddenly, a barrier manifested.

"Bang!" The whole earth trembled, the air waves surged, blowing away the soil and rocks outside the barrier, raising dust and smoke more than ten meters high.

However, the spear was still stuck firmly on the barrier, sparks splashing, but it was difficult to pierce through for a while.

Another spear, formed by the middle section, was off by more than a thousand kilometers, pointing toward London.

But the moment the spear fell, a barrier also rose, blocking the fall.

The last spear fell toward the Central Siberian Plateau.

Several hundred kilometers west of Lake Baikal, next to the Tunguska River, there was a huge deep pit.

As the spear fell, at this moment, in the deep pit, soil and rocks suddenly rose, and strands of blood lines bloomed toward the sky, weaving into a human shape. Those stones climbed onto it, twisted into muscles, bones, and skeletons by the blood lines. In just a few moments, a giant nearly ten meters tall, as if cast from steel, appeared in the center of the deep pit.

He suddenly jumped up, grabbed the falling spear, and then smashed it heavily on the ground again. Bolts of lightning leaped from the spear into the giant's body. Gradually, his whole body was covered with thunder, and his appearance gradually changed from the color of soil and stone to a burly old man with long hair and a long beard.

The old man stood up, and the scorching white lightning leaped endlessly in his one eye. He gently stroked the spear in his hand, and lines of runes flashed one by one, branded on the spear body.

"Gungnir"

Gungnir.

The Spear of Eternity.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 423 =====