I Am the Spear of Odin

The earth is soaked and dyed red by blood, and the red moon shines on the lakeside wrapped in thick fog... The devil's castle stands high here... Iron boots stepped on the steps, and the human brave walked to the top step by step. The luxurious door was opened, and what came into view was the throne made of countless bones illuminated by the bloody moonlight. And the young pink figure sitting on the skull throne. She crossed her legs, holding a goblet with a bright red drink in her left hand, and supporting her cheek with her right hand. The aura of destruction exuding from her body almost made these brave men breathless. "Ah, it's finally here... I've been waiting for you for a long time..." "Haha, now that you are here, use your consciousness and belief to continue to please me. Show me your strength. Don't let me down! Let me see what you can do. Otherwise..." "Under the endless power of this divine spear, I grant you equal destruction. In the name of Odin, it is your honor to die under the spear of the God of War!" The Demon King sitting on the Skeleton Throne straightened up, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground. The Demon King stretched out his palm towards the braves...