Sonia Solom had never used such a primitive and undignified weapon as a javelin before—after throwing it, one had to go pick it back up.
After all, javelins were generally not retrieved at the most opportune moment of use, which meant each one was practically disposable during battle.
To win using nothing but such weapons, one would need to prepare a great many of them for continuous throws, or have a group of people throw them together.
Either way, any weapon that could be prepared in great numbers could not possibly play much of a role in battles at Sonia Solom's level.
But Gungnir was different. Just from wielding this divine spear, Sonia Solom had felt power within it comparable to Sequence Zero. Only now did he realize that had been its strength when Gungnir was not actively cooperating and he had been using it incorrectly.
So now that Gungnir's true name had been released, and he was using it correctly, what would its power become?
Sonia Solom did not know, but according to the information conveyed by Gungnir, the divine spear's effect was exceedingly simple and direct.
It would always hit! It would always win!
Pure and powerful—it hit Sonia Solom right in his sweet spot. No wonder it had acknowledged him before the eight-legged steed had. Their compatibility was simply a match made in heaven.
The corners of Sonia Solom's lips rose as he gripped Gungnir tightly and raised it, his upper body leaning slightly back—
Though he was a soul body, the energy and lightning surging from within Gungnir gave Sonia Solom a temporary physical body. Bulging veins stood out along the arm bent from holding the divine spear aloft.
"Boom—"
The instant the divine spear left his hand, the thunderous roar resounded through the entire Abyss