The star ring forge of Nidavellir is constantly provided with energy by a star.
The fire of the fixed star never extinguishes.
Similarly, the star ring forge of Nidavellir will not extinguish.
As Dwarf King Eitri would say, unless their dwarf clan is completely extinct, the forging flame of Nidavellir will never cease.
But this time, the forging fire of Nidavellir is going to be extinguished.
Because—
A common fixed star flame cannot forge a true Golden Holy Armor that belongs to the Golden Saint Warriors!
Hawk, who has already arrived above the star ring forge, looks down at the forge beneath, emanating scorching flames.
The flames of the star ring forge burn fiercely, powerful enough to melt any metal, with the heat shooting into the forge's devices through interlinked apparatus.
Hawk glances, then raises his head towards Dwarf King Eitri who stands in the forge factory passage, looking his way.
His voice is calm!
"Shut it down!"
"If you shut down the star ring forge and the energy you provide doesn't meet the forging requirements, your weapon will be destroyed."
"I know."
Hawk smiles slightly, gazing at the Dwarf King through the connected passage.
"Shut it down."
"I must be crazy."
"No, you just have no choice."
Yes.
Dwarf King Eitri has no choice.
As everyone knows.
As the Dwarf King, Eitri has crafted many divine artifacts, but most of them were made for the Aesir Race of Asgard.
The reason is simple.
The Dwarf clan of Nidavellir were the royal blacksmiths for Odin.
When Hawk first arrived here, Dwarf King Eitri listened to his intention but chose to refuse without hesitation.
Although Hawk is a god.
But an outsider god.
And Nidavellir would not craft weapons for gods other than the Aesir Race.
At that time, Dwarf King Eitri roared.
"Nidavellir has an eternal sacred covenant with the King of Gods, Odin. The King of Gods, Odin protects Nidavellir, and Nidavellir vows eternal loyalty to Odin, never for the outside..."
Hawk dared to swear, all this lacked any artistic embellishment.
At that moment, when Eitri was roaring about their eternal covenant with Odin.
Just as Eitri's words were unfinished.
The King of Gods, Odin!
He fell.
Don't ask why they were in Nidavellir while Odin fell on Earth, and how they knew.
Because Odin was the King of Gods of the World Tree.
With the fall of the king, naturally, there is a phenomenon.
At the moment the Main God expected Odin to fall, an indescribable sorrow suddenly spread through the entire World Tree.
At that moment, Eitri, who was roaring angrily, froze in his expression when he sensed the sorrow.
Then Hawk looked at the frozen expression of Eitri and said one sentence.
"So... do you now need to consider choosing another King of Gods and signing a new contract?"
"...Yes!"
At that time, Eitri looked at Loki and Thor being hit from the rainbow passage, seeing the back with dense death air and familiar forked edges, listening to Hawk's words, a shiver came over him, his face lost its anger in an instant, and he immediately commanded his people to use the mold that signed the eternal contract with Odin to create a new eternal covenant and presented it to Hawk.
As the saying goes, those who know the times are wise.
Most importantly.
The Twilight of the Gods, others in the World Tree didn't know, but the dwarves of Nidavellir did.
Because long, long ago, Odin had visited Nidavellir, to have the dwarves craft a weapon capable of preventing the coming of the Twilight of the Gods, he told the dwarves of Nidavellir about the Twilight of the Gods.
This well explains why, after the Twilight of the Gods, only one person survived from the dwarves of Nidavellir.
After all.
Once you know the Twilight of the Gods, you're within it, as long as you are part of the World Tree.
Unfortunately, the Nidavellir clan could not create a weapon to stop the Twilight of the Gods, thus could not help Odin.
But they knew, once Odin falls, the Twilight of the Gods will come.
However, this is not the point.
The point is, the covenant of the Nidavellir clan was signed with Odin.
With Odin dead.
The Twilight of the Gods has arrived.
Hawk has also arrived.
Therefore...
Those who know the times are wise!
The contents of the covenant from the dwarves of Nidavellir are simple.
Hawk only needs to provide two things.
Protection for Nidavellir.
A sufficient supply of alcohol for the people of Nidavellir.
And in return, Nidavellir will become the new covenant signer, that is, Hawk's royal blacksmiths, crafting any weapon Hawk needs.
Of course.
The materials need to be provided by Hawk, and they cannot craft weapons; Hawk must not resort to tearing the covenant apart.
Hawk casually glanced and signed his divine name without hesitation.
Phoenix!
With the vivid mark of a Fire Phoenix imprinted on the covenant, Hawk looked at Dwarf King Eitri again: "Let's begin."
Then Eitri began to mobilize his clan to create the mold for his Holy Armor.
Getting off track.
Returning to the present!
Dwarf King Eitri, hearing Hawk's indifferent reply of 'no, you just have no choice,' gave a bitter smile and shook his head.
"Bless you, Phoenix."
"Come!"
Hawk spoke succinctly.
The Dwarf King Eitri didn't waste any more words and nodded to his tribesman controlling the star furnace.
That tribesman received the signal and instantly pulled the lever controlling the star furnace.
The next second.
Buzz!
The star furnace beneath Hawk's feet extinguished at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye.
The star furnace was completely extinguished, revealing its true form, a large iron sphere that appeared cold from the outside.
But in fact, this was a protective shell.
As for what it protected, of course, it was the burning star that Nidavellir had captured long ago.
What Hawk needed to do next was very simple.
Enter this protective shell, in other words, run into the inside of the constantly burning star, then unleash his Little Cosmos, using the Phoenix Fire generated by the explosion of his Little Cosmos to replace the burning star's flame.
Hawk's figure flickered, and he directly stepped onto the protective shell.
The Dwarf King Eitri watched this scene.
His voice was thunderous.
"You must be insane, even Odin wouldn't dare to jump into this burning star."
"But I dare."
Hawk looked at Eitri, chuckling softly, then lowered his gaze.
In the next second.
Without hesitation, he disappeared from where he stood.
Odin feared the fire.
But he did not.
To Hawk, who possessed the Phoenix Fire, the mere fire of a burning star was simply...
"Hiss!"
"So hot."
The instant Hawk plunged into the molten magma forming the eternally burning star, he couldn't help but gasp in cold air, gritting his teeth instinctively.
But he didn't forget his purpose for being here.
So!
"Explode!"
"My Little Cosmos!"
"Boom, boom, boom——"
Inside the burning star, Hawk spread his arms, and as the phantom of the Phoenix projected, the flames around him, blazing like a blood-red hue, began gradually shifting towards a golden color.
Very soon.
The flames burning within the star were no longer ordinary flames, but were replaced by Hawk's unique, strange flowing flames tinged with crimson.
Clang!
With a sound echoing through the cosmos, a Phoenix bathed in golden flames burst forth as if breaking out from the protective shell.
The always-watching Dwarf King Eitri, upon seeing this, roared out loud.
"Now!"
"Crack!"
The protective shell vanished in response, and immediately, the never-extinguishing star furnace returned once more.
But this time, within the star furnace burned not the eternal flame, but Hawk's exclusive Phoenix Fire.
The strange flowing flames tinged with crimson, through the star ring's mouth, shot into the interface of the Nidavellir Forge.
"It's now."
"Get moving, get moving."
The Dwarf King Eitri, roaring as he ran quickly to his position, grabbed a massive hammer that surely couldn't be handled in just eighty strikes, at least needing eight hundred, and with a bang, smashed it onto the anvil.
In an instant.
Sparks flew.
A temperature more terrifying than the star's fire began to sweep through the entire Nidavellir Forge.
Bathed within the star, eyes tightly closed, Hawk continuously erupts his Little Cosmos energy while his consciousness ceaselessly transmits his understood 'Life' through the ever-exploding Little Cosmos energy.
Clink!
Coo!
Clink!
Coo!
Suddenly, Hawk seemed to hear the clanging sound of the Dwarf King Eitri's hammering.
At first, the sound was light.
Hawk's sensations were also hazy.
But...
As time went on, the sound of the Dwarf King Eitri swinging and hammering became increasingly clear.
Even in Hawk's perception, it was no longer hazy.
And as the hammering grew clearer, so did his perceptions, making Hawk feel like he was trapped.
As if trapped in some confined space, bound and unable to move.
But with the crisp sound echoing in his ears, the feeling of confinement was also gradually disappearing.
Hawk had a sense of illusion.
A sense of impending emergence.
No!
This was not an illusion.
It was a sensation.
Meanwhile, at this very moment, the Dwarf King Eitri, his whole body fiery red and drenched in sweat, with every swing of his hammer on the anvil's breastplate, as the embossed Phoenix ready to soar became clearer with each hammer strike, the melancholic Phoenix cry grew increasingly clear.
At the same time.
Infused with 'Adamantium', 'Uru Metal', and 'Life Energy', under the Phoenix Flame, the finest golden liquid fused into individual Holy Armor component molds.
And as each mold was cast off.
Eitri's hammering sound became ever more brisk, and the Phoenix cries began to sound extremely crisp.
In the next second!
The Dwarf King Eitri brought down the final hammer blow!
Duang!
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