Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"what to do

She paced back and forth on the snow, fidgeting with her long, silvery-white hair in frustration.

Damn it, if only I could instantly transform into the Herrscher of the Void!

"Tsk, why aren't you dead yet?"

Sirin clicked her tongue in displeasure. In just a few minutes of fighting, the snowfield beneath their feet had turned to scorched earth, but the red-haired figure was still putting up a stubborn resistance.

Despite using the power of five cores, they were still unable to defeat their opponent. Even when they managed to inflict damage, the opponent would quickly recover within seconds, making them even more troublesome than the Herrscher of Death.

This expected one-sided victory has unexpectedly stalled, much to her dissatisfaction. Worse still, Feather Dust's power is rapidly dissipating, and it will revert to its original form in just a few minutes. Meanwhile, Surtr is proving to be as slippery as an eel.

"A swift victory is necessary"

Sirin was feeling a bit agitated and distracted, but Surtr, who had been closely observing her, astutely seized on this weakness.

Not knowing how long the opponent's condition could be maintained, Surtr, who was at a disadvantage, also did not want to drag it out for too long.

Magic coalesced in his palm into a long arrow. Nine arrows, wreathed in flames, were simultaneously nocked onto the bowstring.

This crude weapon is destined to be less effective, but there are no better options at the moment.

Shoot down a hundred heads!

The bowstring trembled like a dragon's roar, and nine streaks of fire tore through the sky. The arrow shot out at a terrifying speed exceeding the speed of sound, causing the atmosphere to tremble wherever it passed, and its pure aura of destruction locked onto the Herrscher in the air.

The 100-meter distance was covered in the blink of an eye.

Having learned from past mistakes, Sirin was prepared. The moment Surtr drew his bow, she had already prepared her spatial teleportation.

It's best to avoid those eerie flames.

However, this time, the situation was beyond her expectations.

The Third Collapse: Chapter Thirty-Seven Against A

On the snowy plain, Kiana sat cross-legged on the ground, her fair face contorted with a constipated expression.

"Almost there, just a little bit more."

She muttered to herself, her body tense, as if she were wrestling with some unseen force.

In the mind, deep within the heart, a golden gem is extending its power like a gentle stream in a certain direction.

Only now has Kiana realized that there is such a thing inside her.

Touch the core and try to change the direction in which the streams converge.

But it was no use; she was still too weak to master the core power.

Then, as a last resort, we should intervene.

Even a little bit would be fine, as long as it could have some impact on Sirin.

As if trying to block the exit, Kiana used all her strength to "hug" the core.

The familiar teleportation process experienced a delay at this moment.

The momentary halt in the mobilization of Honkai energy left Sirin in a state of astonishment.

Just now, the connection between my body and the Herrscher core was severed in an instant.

Although she primarily used the power of Feather Dust, this sudden turn of events genuinely affected her.

Perhaps with just a little more focus she could regain control, but she no longer has that time.

Before his inner emotions could even surface on his face, the crimson arrow had already fallen.

A fatal mistake.

The sounds of explosions and cries of agony mingled with the shockwaves that echoed across the snow-covered plains.

On the ground, Surtr discarded the broken bow and arrows, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

An attack that usually fails to work actually hits the opponent.

She didn't think that Xilin was deliberately faking it; the scream was exactly the same as the one she heard in Changkong City.

Surtr didn't let the emotion linger in her mind. Although she didn't know why, she wouldn't let this excellent opportunity slip by.

Flames erupted from his body.

Surtr's body left a trail of crimson light in the air.

She brutally channeled the magic power she was unleashing, pushing her speed to its limit at that moment.

The Herrscher's body is quite robust. Even after taking Surtr's attack head-on, Sirin still survived tenaciously. The power of the Tranquility Gem and Feather Dust continued to take effect, repairing her body that was constantly being scorched by the flames.

The burning of the final flames is perhaps even more terrifying than the impact of the arrows themselves.

Sirin's expression was contorted. Even though she had experienced it once before, she still couldn't get used to this terrifying pain. Her body seemed to have become a battlefield where two forces were clashing. The pain in her body was waning, and in a short while, she would be able to return to normal.

But what we lack most right now is time.

The smoke and dust from the explosion were lifted, and Surtr's figure shot into the sky, piercing into Sirin's arms.

Their eyes met, and their clenched fists climbed up the flames.

The pain in her body slowed down her ability to mobilize her powers, and Sirin could only barely form a solid shield in front of her with fluid.

Immediately afterwards, the fist landed.

A lightning-fast nine-hit combo.

A versatile treasure that can kill hundreds of enemies with a single shot, regardless of the weapon used.

A fist is also a weapon.

Whether it was Surtr's fiery red figure or the torrential rain of punches, both awakened certain memories in Sirin's mind.

Of course, not in a positive sense.

What's even more unpleasant is that the following result was similar.

The enchanted flames pierced through the barrier in front of her and struck Sirin directly in the abdomen.

The impact rippled outwards in a ring, and the excruciating pain caused Sirin's body to arch like a shrimp, her mouth involuntarily opening, her golden pupils widening.

But she did not retreat from the impact. Her slender arm was grabbed a moment before her vision blurred, and her fragile body was twisted and turned like a rag doll before being slammed hard onto the exposed frozen ground.

Her bones groaned piercingly. Before Sirin could recover from the impact, Surtr fell to the ground like a meteor.

Spiderweb-like patterns spread outwards from the point of impact. Surtr embedded Sirin into the ground and looked down at her, just as Sirin had looked down at her from the tower.

Celine beneath him struggled violently, her golden pupils trembling as if she had seen something terrifying.

Surtr didn't say much to her. The powers of the Herrscher of Death and the Herrscher of the Void could be revived at any time. He silently bent down and reached his palm towards Sirin's chest.

Don't get me wrong, her goal definitely wasn't those two ordinary things.

Surtr probed between the A-cups with his palm, feeling around.

Memories of the past flooded his mind once more: the same place, the same actions, the figure of a monstrous white-haired man overlapped with Surtr's.

The groping arm stopped, and then something important was dragged out of the body.

Her petite body transformed back into Kiana's form, and the abundant power vanished.

My body was unable to move, and I couldn't feel anything except the cold.

His golden pupils became lifeless, his vision blurred, and his consciousness seemed to have fallen into the deep sea.

Am I going to die again?

Is he going to die again before he can even take revenge on those humans?

i don't want to die

"Wow!"

On the snowy plain, Kiana suddenly opened her eyes and gasped for breath.

"You scared me to death."

The Herrscher's core suddenly erupted, blasting her out of the way. She almost thought she was going to die.

I wonder how things are going with Surtr.

Kiana turned her head, but what she saw first was not the figures of the two fighting, but...

"what is this?"

She gazed in bewilderment at the black cube that stretched across the sky like a bridge.

at the same time.

in reality.

Theresa sat on Judas, holding a glass of dark green, unidentified liquid in both hands, sipping it slowly.

"Ugh, this is so slow! Is Surtr still not ready?"

Theresa yawned, saying that it should be well past the children's bedtime by now, and she felt sorry for her.

"I don't know. Although I prepared a connection device at the beginning, something interfered with me when I entered the consciousness space. I can only wait."

Himeko, monitoring Kiana's physical data, turned her head and looked at Theresa with a subtle expression. This girl, it's unbelievable that she can still complain of being sleepy after drinking that stuff.

Is this the S-rank Valkyrie? Terrifyingly so.

Himeko mentally complained, then her gaze returned to the screen. Her expression instantly turned serious as she called out to Theresa.

"Theresa, stop drinking! Kiana's Honkai energy is rapidly increasing!"

Pushing back her chair, Himeko grabbed the greatsword leaning against the wall and instantly assumed a fighting stance.

The next moment, inside the room, tiny cubes suddenly floated in the air.

The Third Collapse: Chapter Thirty-Eight - Imaginary Space

The disordered black cubes suddenly appeared in the small room.

The seat beneath Himeko was eroded by the cube and then vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed in this world.

If she hadn't reacted quickly enough, she might have been swallowed up as well.

Teleportation? Or absorption?

Himeko didn't know, and wasn't particularly interested in experiencing it.

Sirin did not wake up. The current situation is more like a loss of control of her abilities. There is no doubt that something happened in the consciousness space.

Perhaps Celine was driven to a dead end?

Is this what a Herrscher is like? Even when they are unconscious, they can create such terrifying phenomena, probably even when they are under restrictions.

The only saving grace is that these blocks don't have a specific purpose.

It's relatively easy to hide from them.

At the same time, Kiana suddenly opened her eyes in her hospital bed.

An unfamiliar ceiling.

Although she really wanted to do it, the abnormality in her body and the scene in front of her quickly distracted her.

The black cubes are constantly encroaching on the space in front of us.

She wasn't quite sure what it was, but she could roughly understand that it was caused by her, or rather, by Celine.

Because of their previous contact, she could feel that the core inside her body was like a reservoir with its floodgates opened, with something constantly gushing out from it.

She clutched her stomach, her expression unpleasant. This feeling was definitely not pleasant.

It felt like that time she ate expired food and ended up in the bathroom.

Even with great effort, the results are not ideal.

Meanwhile, Theresa, though not in the best of spirits, was still a Valkyrie and quickly recovered after being reminded.

He downed the bitter melon juice in his hand in one gulp and activated Judas without hesitation.

"Judas, unfold."

With the mechanical sound of gears turning, golden chains extended from both sides of the cross, piercing the bed and binding her body tightly amidst Kiana's scream.

The cube in the air slowed its movement for a moment.