The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Prepare your ultimate technique! O demonic sword of the sun, unleash destruction with your body! — 'The Wheel of Calamity (B??lverk Gram)'!

At the same time, Sigurd's voice rang out from behind. Despite having his spirit core shattered, he suddenly reappeared and unleashed his Noble Phantasm.

Shiva's trident and his most powerful demonic sword were unleashed together to block Surtur's flaming sword.

Su Linglut, whose attack was thwarted, did not swing his sword again. Instead, he stopped, turned, and headed north.

Chapter Forty-Five Beginning

Flames roamed the earth, strolling leisurely like a king surveying his territory in this Lostbelt where life was almost impossible to conceive.

Surt advanced step by step toward the Burning Mountains in the northern Lostbelt. The giants that approached his feet were pitifully crushed, and the radiant ice beasts that came near him instantly melted and vanished.

"The Giant King has disappeared into the northern mountains."

"I didn't expect to see the real Sigurd. It seems to be Ophelia's doing. She couldn't turn back the world-destroying giant king, but she was still able to restore your body to a state where it wasn't completely shattered."

Although Manshu was somewhat surprised by Sigurd's appearance, he immediately noticed what had happened to him after turning around and taking a look.

"Yes, although you all already know, let me introduce myself anyway. Next to me is the Demon Swordsman, warrior, son of Siegmund and Hulders. My real name is Sigurd. I'm happy to be of help to you."

Sigurd's eyes returned to their original blue color, and he spoke to the crowd with a friendly expression.

He was clearly the complete opposite of how he was under Surtur's control, displaying the true demeanor of a hero.

Meanwhile, Mashu's communication device emitted a sound, and even after the battle ended, they were still able to see some images.

"Sigurd's body collapsed, Ophelia's Mystic Eyes held his body together, and then Valkyrie's magic held the collapsed core together."

"However, I can only maintain this for a few dozen seconds longer before I can't continue."

Ottojurind Zero did not return to the castle, and since Ophelia had not left, she naturally did not leave either.

"At least enough for me to unleash a magic sword strike, I am extremely grateful for that, little sister."

Sigurd didn't care at all, and sincerely expressed his gratitude. After his condition was maintained, he immediately released his Noble Phantasm to block Surtr's Flame Sword.

"I didn't take action for your sake. If you are a true hero, please say something to my sister. That's all I wish for."

Otlind also saved Brunhilde, the hero Brunhilde loved, for her sake.

"Of course, thank you again for your concern."

Sigurd naturally wouldn't overlook Brunhilde. After greeting everyone, he immediately rushed to Brunhilde's side, who was lying on the ground.

"In the name of my great ancestor Odin, and following the guidance of the runes, awaken, my love. Brunhilde, my love, my eternal condemner, open your eyes."

I will maintain your spiritual foundation. Although you, like me, are suffering from a gradually crumbling spiritual core, even if it's only for a short time, it won't matter. Open your eyes.

Sigurd used the runic magic taught to her by Brunhilde. He employed healing techniques to awaken Brunhilde from her slumber.

Such a scene occurred in the very distant past, though not in this Lostbelt, but in Northern Europe in the pan-human history.

The Valkyrie, who had angered the great god and was sealed in the Flame Mansion, fell into a deep sleep until the fearless hero bravely crossed the flames to reach her.

On that day, Sigurd awoke Brunhilde from her slumber, thus beginning their love affair and foreshadowing their tragedy.

"no……"

Healed by Rune's magic, Brunhilde woke up with a shy expression, unable to suppress her emotions.

She instinctively tried to push Sigurd away, suppressing the love in her heart and the madness within.

"Don't come near me, I will... kill you... Even if I can control my madness, my hands will still kill you without my consent... So, I'm very troubled..."

"Don't speak now."

Sigurd responded to Brunhilde with a straightforward action, as was always the case with this hero.

Before heading to the Mansion of Flames to rescue Brunhilde, who was sealed away by the Great God, he had already received a prophecy about his future from the prophet.

He already knew he would meet Brunhilde and the tragedy that would follow, but he still moved forward.

"what……"

Brunhilde no longer resisted; she had felt the burning determination and knew that the hero beside her was the one who had made her fall in love and feel that burning passion.

"As expected, none of you so far have been the real you, Sigurd.

"Ah."

"You...you...are still my beloved hero, aren't you?"

"You've shown me my pathetic side. Whether in the past or now, I'm not worthy to be your hero."

"No...no...you protected me. You protected us from Surut's blazing sword, and you protected the hope that could save the world."

Brunhilde and Sigurd were talking intimately, which made Manshu, who was initially on guard to prevent Brunhilde from going on a killing spree in a fit of madness, realize that there was no need for it.

Clearly, someone else had taken the initiative to calm things down first. After all, that guy possessed immense magical power that covered the entire Nordic region, making it far easier for him to do this than Manshu did.

"Of course, but with my remaining strength, I am no match for my opponent. This is all thanks to the help of the hero who fought on the front lines and the lord in the castle."

The reason you haven't raised that gun even when facing me is thanks to the divine power of that lord in the castle.

(9) "If the sword of fire were to truly fall, my castle, and even the whole of Northern Europe, would be reduced to ashes. Of course, the possibility of men and women killing each other is out of the question."

④Looking at them, they are all wounded. It was a battle where brave warriors risked their lives, a scene from so long ago that it has been forgotten. Although this is inevitable in a land where the protection of the gods has thinned, I am also at fault for letting things develop to this point.

"My lords of Chaldea, Sigurd, Brunhilde, and that Archer...what was his name again? Your battles were truly magnificent, my children. I will praise your bravery and grant you continued life. You are permitted to visit my castle and come to my side."

Skadi's voice also reached everyone's ears through magic, calling them to her castle.

While facing the Flame Giant King who is determined to destroy everything, Skadi, who is currently on the opposite side, can still be considered a friendly unit.

Well, after all, she couldn't just sit idly by and watch the Nordic countries she cherished perish in flames. Surut wouldn't let this world go; all he wanted was destruction.

When Lu and the others arrived at Skadi's castle and entered the hall where they had previously met her, the healing magic had already been applied to everyone, even healing the injuries of Sigurd and Brunhilde whose spirit cores had been shattered.

4. “You have arrived. I have dispatched all the remaining envoys to the various villages. However, the giants who have lost their masks will not only disobey my voice, but will also resonate with that guy Surut.”

He must have regained power close to that of the Age of Gods. I wonder how long the village's barrier can hold out. It might last for another half a day, but it will be difficult to maintain it for even a day.

But... I never expected it to be Surut..."

Skadi was clearly somewhat powerless to deal with the situation that was beyond her control.

To say she didn't notice? That would be too hard to believe. Even Kayneth, who had only briefly fought Sigurd in this Lostbelt, could sense it.

How could the queen who controlled all of Northern Europe not notice the anomaly in Sigurd?

It wasn't that she couldn't perceive it; perhaps she was unwilling, or maybe she simply didn't think about Surut's existence at all, turning a blind eye to everything.

Moreover, this queen herself was restraining and binding herself, and because of this, the entire Lostbelt was also bound, becoming a fixed world.

The ruler's personality and actions do indeed influence the appearance of the world under his rule, and this stagnant world will inevitably perish.

"It is my pleasure to interrupt you. I am Sherlock Holmes of Chaldea. Please allow me to thank you first for healing our wounded and heroic spirits."

Holmes, having somehow recovered from the injuries inflicted by the Death Rune, jumped out and greeted Skadi.

"Don't worry about it. You should understand by now. I am the mother, and all life in Scandinavia is my child. I have decided to love you all. This is God's grace; simply accept it, my children."

Skadi, with her usual kind expression, addressed the crowd.

"Thank you for your compassion. Besides that, may I confirm a few things with you? I hope to accurately assess the situation in order to establish our future course of action." 7.

"Granted. Speak."

"Thank you very much. So, those flames that first appeared on the northern mountains of the Lostbelt, those belonged to the Giant King Surt, right?" (vi)

The ever-burning flames in this icy Nordic world certainly evoke associations.

Now that Surut has headed directly there, the situation seems even clearer. ④

"Exactly."

"Is that embers?"②

"No, the Flaming Mountains, that is a sign of my inadequacy, Scáthach. Even with the power inherited from the great god Odin, I cannot erase the twilight from my Norse lands. It's a long story, so listen carefully."

Skadi began to speak of the fire in the forest, a story that dates back to Ragnarok, to 3000 years ago.

"In the twilight of the gods, the final war of destiny. The end. The end of the age of gods."

The story should have unfolded like a legend in pan-human history—that was the right beginning and the right ending. But everything went awry, all because of Surut's loss of control.

Surtur, the Dark One. He is the hidden destroyer side of the Origin Giants, a side that has even disappeared from pan-human history legends.

The King of Flames, arguably the strongest sword of the rulers of Muspelheim. A limited-time endgame device leading to the future, used to end the Age of Norse gods.

But that creature did not accept its predetermined fate; it was not content with merely destroying the Norse Age of Gods. What it craved was the true end—the end of the stars.

Fenrir the wolf, originally responsible for destroying the Fan River, the land of the great god Odin... the giant wolf of destruction, Fenrir the Ice.

Neither the Eida nor the Saga of Pan-Human History seem to record that the wolf was a monster that devoured half of the frozen Niflheim, obtaining the Ice Bone, Ice Flesh, and Ice Heart.

Despite being a powerful being capable of unleashing freezing breath, it still let its guard down. After devouring the true sun, the wolf was killed by Surt.

Surtur tore the wolf apart and ate it. His power increased, and Surtur killed Loki, killed the gods, and even wiped out all the other giant kings.

Surtur passed through the hole created by the sun's disappearance, connecting the Land of Flame, which was his true form, to the sky, and by causing it to physically descend, he triggered a twilight that was not limited to the world of gods.

He wanted to completely destroy the nine realms of the Norse world, and even burn the planets—that would be an incredibly terrible incineration.

To avoid a distorted end, the surviving great god and the other gods rebelled, but they did not win; to be precise, they perished together.

The gods were completely destroyed, and the Kingdom of Flame was sealed by the Great God with the last rune, remaining suspended in the sky and transforming into a false sun.

Only I remain here as the sole god. In order to deceive Surt, who was watching the gods closely, the great god overlapped my existence with Scáthach's.

The Great God entrusted me with the Primal Runes, and only to me; it was a tragic past.

Under Surut's tyranny, most of the land was burned. The blood left by the wounds inflicted by the weapons of the gods turned into flames that remained on most of the land, and countless lives were burned to death by those flames.

I must protect the few remaining lives on Earth. If I want Ragnarok to fall and the true curtain to fall, ushering in the age of humanity, then humanity must first survive.

To quell the flames that erode the earth and life, I diverted most of my power to cover the land with magical ice and snow.

They created a protected area that the remaining giants could not touch, attempting to allow humanity a limited existence.

Make the giants wear masks infused with my magic, and dominate them all by virtue of the superior command derived from my father, Shaki.

Using the three remaining Valkyries, a total of over a hundred riders were produced.

Surut, whose true physical body was sealed within the false sun, was transformed into a god-like being. Although he remained in the world, he was not an influential being.

The Nordic countries have begun a temporary period of stability, entering a new era that was not in their destiny.