The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

(4) That is not a star, definitely not a fire star, but rather like magma slowly flowing from the depths of the earth.

It was even more terrifying than lava; the turbid flow of flames stirred and then fell down to the ground.

The sun fell, and the false sun became a hole through which a giant human figure slowly fell.

That was a giant, a terrifying giant that no other giant on this land could compare to, possessing a body that surpassed all other giants, and a heat that ravaged all life.

That is the limitation of the heat, and the flickering flames in the false sun are his true nature. Lurking beneath the soul and core of Sigurd, a Heroic Spirit of Pan-Human History, lies the true Saber of the Lostbelt—

The end of the Norse Age of Gods, the key to Ragnarok, the god-slayer.

In the Norse Lostbelt, he is the ruler of Muspelheim, the realm of fire, and the embodiment of destruction, who wields the sole power of heat.

The sword of flames, the one of darkness, who slaughters gods and will ultimately burn all things on earth.

His real name is Surtur, the King of Flames.

At the moment the sun sets, all the Titans dwelling throughout Lostbelts simultaneously look up at the sky and roar.

The shackles of domination that the Queen had placed on them, the faceless veils that concealed their faces, shattered instantly.

The kingless years, spent in a hazy state, vanished along with the fragments of the mask; they had truly awakened.

The giants roared, praising the name of the king who would bring about the end in a language incomprehensible to humans.

[仲]“qun:⑼'⑷⑻￥⑵⑷［≮⑶⑶〇⑸“King, King, King! Blade of Flames, Surt. Lead us to continue the battle, lead us to continue the struggle.

Killing the ancient gods is not enough; we must also burn this ancient land. Continue the final war (Ragnarok), continue the joyous hour, the end hour.

Come on, let's start the destruction! Now's the time.

The false sun has fallen, and the Flame Giant King has finally returned to the surface of the earth.

According to the Bible, in the beginning, the Creator rested on the seventh day.

The flames in the Norse Lostbelt arrive on the seventh day, but they bring not peace, but the end of all things.

The day of Odin, also known as Wotan, the king of gods (Wotan), on Wednesday, has ended.

The day of Thor's thunder, Thursday, has ended.

The day of love's abundance (Freya), Friday, has come to an end.

The farming day in the alien realm (Saturn), Saturday, has ended.

Then the sun came, and that false sun, the flames shining in the mid-sky, and what should have been high in the sky, descended to the earth.

The force of the earthquake caused the earth to crack and the mountains to crumble, leaving everything in its wake in chaos.

In pan-human history, this is represented by the eruption of the Katla volcano, but here it's different; here, myth is the reality of the planet.

That is, Muspelheim, the Land of Flames, the Realm of Fire. That thing, not truly the sun, suspended high in the sky above the Norse Lostbelt. [The religion/religion/etc.]

Now, Muspelheim, the ruler of Muspel, descends from the heavens. Once one of the kings of the Old Giants, he now manifests as a distorted sun, expanding the twilight.

Witnessing the scene before her, Ophelia recalled the events of the incineration of humanity; the flames engulfed her, and Kirshtalia endured enough pain and toil to halt the world for several seconds, exchanging it with the alien god for the resurrection of the other members of Group A.

Having witnessed all of this, Ophelia, after receiving the Norse Lostbelt from the alien god, used her Mystic Eyes to look at the world that had been given to her, in response to Kilshtaria's expectations.

Thus, Ophelia's right eye successfully saw the distant beyond, the Norse world that would eventually be severed by humans—a world filled with flames. (8)

"You're watching me, aren't you... Who is it? It can't be the arrogant god, he's already burned to death by me. It can't be the ferocious giant wolf, he's already devoured by me. *Sigh*"

"Are you a surviving god? Ah, is that so? You're a god. Come to think of it, there seems to be one god who wasn't burned to death. So, are you the goddess of snow?" (Seven)

What Ophelia saw through her eyes was Surtr, sealed away by the god Odin. (Six)

That was the power of the Demon Eye, or perhaps it was the blood of Goron flowing within Ophelia that allowed her to see the final giant within the great god's cage.

After some conversation, Surut made a promise to Ophelia: three.

"Farewell, human woman who cast your gaze upon me from a world ended by flames. If, after traversing tens of thousands of miracles and hundreds of millions of coincidences, you see me again, then I will show you my Fiery Sword." —Si

"Your Noble Phantasm?"

"Let you witness the end of the planet."

This event passed quickly until Ophelia set foot on the land of the Norse Lostbelt and personally summoned her Servant, Sigurd.

The Servant summoned by Ophelia was indeed Sigurd, and she successfully completed the summoning ritual.

But because of the glance Ophelia once cast at this world, a glance she took at the very moment this world was about to be shaped.

Ophelia saw Surtur, and Surtur saw Ophelia in return; their connection was forged in that instant.

Surtur's soul became connected with Ophelia's highest-level Mystic Eye, allowing him to reside within Ophelia's body.

The instant Ophelia completed summoning the Servant, Surtr used his Mystic Eyes to infiltrate the spell, merged with Sigurd's soul, and then seized control of the entire body.

Of course, this should be seen as summoning an even more terrifying and powerful Servant, and from this perspective alone, it might be considered a good thing.

But all that Surut could think about was bringing an end to this planet, burning everything to ashes.

Ophelia has made up her mind to help Kilshtalia fulfill his wish, so the Lostbelt cannot be destroyed. It must give birth to the Fantasy SO So × ~:㈧逜＄，柒◎璐∏{六3肆si◎⒉树.

Ophelia then used her Command Spell to order Surtur to stop committing suicide.

Because at this moment, Sigurd is merely a shell used to encapsulate Surtur's soul. Surtur has taken control of this body, but he is also limited by it.

Therefore, Surut needs to destroy this body so that his soul can be freed and then break the cage that seals his true form from the outside.

"As expected of Surt, with his monstrous strength and sun-consuming flames, I can't find another one like him besides the giant who is about to burn the world."

Manju watched as that tall, terrifying figure fell from the sun, trampling on the world of ice and snow, a colossal god that melted everything.

Even though it had just emerged from the prison of the great god Odin and had endured the passage of thousands of years, it still exuded a terrifying magical power like a monster.

"The Flame Giant King! The submarine's observation instruments cannot measure its magical power!"

Mashu shook her head and looked into the distance, only to find that she couldn't even be sure where the other person was.

The water vapor from the iceberg, steamed by the intense heat emanating from Surut, and the effects of the high temperature itself, created an optical illusion, making it impossible to determine the distance to it.

"Don't approach rashly, Mash, Fujimaru. Your costumes were enhanced with polar response capabilities when you were in Russia, but they can't completely cope with high-temperature environments."

“That’s right. When dealing with a guy like that, Master, you can’t get too close. It’s something the human body can’t withstand. That’s a flame that can burn the world.”

If you must get close, don't stray too far from Mashu. The words I wrote in your palm before still retain their power; they might help you resist some of the heat, but it's still a risky undertaking.

Manshu also said that to prevent Fujimaru Ritsuka from being in danger, the human body is indeed somewhat fragile on such a battlefield.

Such excessively high temperatures are beyond the tolerance of the human body. Staying in such conditions for even a short period would likely cause complete and irreversible damage, both inside and out.

"Sigh, the goddess and the great hero who slays the dragon are already troublesome enough, but I didn't expect there to be such an enemy, the destroyer who destroyed the gods. He is not bad among the enemies I have faced so far. It will probably take some effort to defeat this guy."

After all, Brunhilde was practically burned out. Although she hadn't disappeared yet, she had already collapsed to the ground, which caused Manshu to lose two buffs.

But the enemy we face now is much stronger than before, which is indeed quite difficult.

But hesitation often seems pointless, so it's better to just bite the bullet and go for it, since it doesn't seem like much will change anyway.

Manju gripped the trident in his hand and, without further hesitation, challenged the towering giant king in the distance.

"You shouldn't be afraid because of this, and avoid fighting because of your previous defeat, Surut!"

"certainly"

Surut responded by transmitting his voice through magic.

He drew his weapon, the fiery sword that would burn the world—Levadin.

This weapon belongs to Surtr, and it is also Frey's Sword of Victory, as well as a weapon forged for Loki.

Or perhaps this weapon is a composite of the stories of these three elements, ultimately forming a narrative that leads to tragedy.

Frey possesses a divine sword that grants him victory; prophecy foretold that as long as he wields this sword, he will be able to survive Ragnarok.

However, for the sake of love, he voluntarily gave up the sword and handed it over to his friend Skearil, thus stripping the sword of its magic.

Thus, in Ragnarok, Frey lost the divine sword that could bring victory and could only fight Surt with his antlers, and was eventually killed by Surt.

This sword, born from a complex story, is the weapon of giants, the weapon of gods, and the very harbinger of destruction. It possesses special powers against gods and against life.

Surut strode towards them, drew his weapon, and then the scorching divine punishment descended from the sky. Those words of destruction were no exaggeration.

“Ophelia Famsolone. It’s dangerous to stand here. The Colossus King is his enemy. Let’s get into the city before he notices us.”

Otlind quickly tried to dissuade her.

“No, Otlind, you go in first. I… have a responsibility to handle this matter.”

Ophelia shook her head and resolutely walked forward.

"As expected of a giant from a doomed planet, this scorching heat doesn't affect me at all. The only thing I can't escape is this burning demonic sword."

Manju and Mashu stepped forward together to defend against Surtur's flaming sword. The terrifying strength of Surtur, as a giant, was even more fully unleashed.

The weapon in Surut's hand is a divinely created weapon made by the planet, possessing priority over life. It can destroy any tangible life, even the gods of the Age of Gods.

That is the power against the gods, and also the power against life; it is the power to annihilate everything.

The mere swing of the staff caused the surrounding temperature to rise sharply, making it feel as if one were swimming in lava.

Despite losing the help from Brunhilde, they still possess the ability to resist and contend, and can still receive assistance from another deity while standing here.

They were in Skadi's castle, and the Snow Goddess was not about to stand idly by and watch all this happen.

The ice and snow imbued with magic fought against the flames, diminishing the power of the flaming sword's strikes.

That immense magical power was also used to block the falling flaming sword.

"It's truly delightful to keep encountering such formidable enemies."

The giant found it boring that Surut's simple, falling flames were extinguished, and he only wanted to wipe everyone out in one go.

"It's in the way."

As Surut said this, he raised the Fiery Sword in his hand, and endless light and heat flowed from the sword, enveloping the entire world.

Terrifying flames flickered and fell from the sky, threatening to reduce everything in the world to ashes.

Although it was just a casual strike from the giant king, the sword, though merely used, was still a city-level treasure.

Once unleashed, it becomes a World-Defying Noble Phantasm that brings about the end of the world.

Manjushri had no choice but to throw the trident in his hand once more, unleashing this weapon of Shiva once more, to fight against the world-destroying fiery sword with equal power.

"Everyone, it seems that the remaining flesh has caused you trouble. Now I think the only way to atone is through action."