Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"Heavenly Fire, unsheathe."

Absolute Demonic Front: Chapter 34 - Not a moment was spent grieving for Kingu's death.

one more time.

Jingu saw the flames that had terrified him that night once again.

His arm trembled involuntarily; the flames were contrary to the nature of this body, and he desperately wanted to extinguish them.

However, he could not sense the power of the planet.

This is an alternate dimension completely different from reality. The land beneath our feet is as tender as a newborn baby, as if it was created not long ago.

There is no doubt that he has been quarantined.

So, without planetary support, could he still withstand the heavenly fire?

"What is awakened is the breath of the stars."

He didn't know, but he wouldn't give up the struggle.

For my mother.

Also, in order to survive.

In the underworld.

Ereshkigal stood in front of the World Bubble, her movements urgent, pointing the tip of her spear at the space before her, the thick magic staining the blade with a layer of blood.

She invoked the authority of the underworld, a cold wind swept through the air, and then the space before her eyes underwent a slight change.

As if forcibly dragged from another dimension into reality, a spherical object slowly appeared in my field of vision.

A smile appeared on his face. Yes, this is the space that Surtr created.

All we need to do now is force it open. Jingu, you have to hold on!

Ereshkigal cheered for his partner in his heart, while thrusting his spear forward.

The spear tip landed on the seemingly smooth surface of space, and the next moment, lightning burst forth, illuminating the dark underworld with crimson lightning centered on the spear tip.

A violent explosion erupted at the junction of the lightning spear and space, as the two forces clashed violently, and the surrounding temperature continued to rise.

A brief stalemate.

The spear in his hand suddenly pierced into the space.

Even if it is an inherent barrier, it is not impossible to forcibly pry it open as long as one is in the underworld.

Ereshkigal was overjoyed, but quickly sensed something was wrong.

A sound like a mirror shattering came from the air, and upon closer inspection, one could see that the space in front of them was constantly developing spiderweb-like cracks.

What's going on? I haven't even exerted any effort yet! How come I can't hold on anymore?

Ereshkigal was taken aback at first, but the next moment, she got the answer.

From the crack, unbearable heat gushed out, and a faint crimson light could be seen within it.

It's like a boiler that's been overloaded.

It's going to explode!

A thought flashed through Ereshkigal's mind, and then her vision was enveloped in a blinding light.

boom!

A giant firework exploded in the underworld.

Crimson flames spread and rose, the temperature soared, and the cold underworld seemed to transform into a scorching desert baked by the flames. Even the most remote areas could feel the high temperature of midsummer.

Only a glimmer of golden light could be seen rapidly dissipating from the edge.

At the center of the flames, a black figure wielding a sword can be vaguely seen. The flowing red hair seems to blend into the flames, and the figure exudes a terrifying aura.

A scorching hot wind rushed towards her, and Ereshkigal was swept away by the impact, eventually regaining her balance somewhat disheveled. Her gaze passed over the flames, searching through them.

She quickly gave up.

Jin Gu could not be found; there was no trace of him, so he had probably already vanished into thin air.

This is truly the worst-case scenario. With the other party present, at least Surtr would have some reservations and share some of the firepower. Now that she's all alone, if she gets hit by one, she's definitely done for.

Although she wasn't particularly afraid of dying, it was definitely going to hurt a lot.

It is undoubtedly a disadvantage.

But there is still a chance.

There was no moment of grief for Jingu's passing; next up was Ereshkigal.

As mentioned before, she had given up hope of defeating Surtr, but there was still one way: to seal him away directly!

"The heavens have desolate seas, the earth has prisons—my heel is the wrath of the underworld!"

As she twirled the spear in her hand and uttered an ethereal chant, Ereshkigal's spear and pupils were bathed in a golden glow.

"This is......"

As the flames subsided, Surtr, who had just fired a shot, hadn't even caught her breath when she saw the spear of light erupting from the ground enveloping her like a cage.

A heavy pressure came from my body.

Her knees bent uncontrollably, as if an entire mountain was pressing down on her shoulders. She barely managed to stay upright by using her sword to support herself.

The earth beneath my feet churned, as if something was about to burst forth from the ground.

Ereshkigal's Noble Phantasm?

Seriously, one after another.

Surtr muttered to herself, but it was her own choice, so there was nothing to complain about.

But if this continues, things will get really bad.

The relevant information came to mind.

That is a powerful Noble Phantasm that materializes the temple of Nergel and can even seal Tiamat's Anti-Genesis for a period of time.

If this is merely a magical effect affecting her body, it won't matter; she'll adapt after a while. But if the temple were to be physically destroyed, she would truly be sealed away in the literal sense.

Should we use Heavenly Fire directly?

No, that last shot used up all the energy in the Herrscher core, and it probably won't be enough time to replenish it with magic power myself.

If forcing a breakthrough doesn't work, then we can only...

"Appear, Temple of Fever, Spirit Peak Embracing the Netherworld!"

The spear tip struck the ground with a crisp sound that echoed throughout the entire underworld. As if it were some kind of signal, the terrain of the wasteland changed the next moment. The light converged, and within it, the earth surged. Stone pillars pierced the ground, transforming into tangible cages, attempting to bind the figures within.

At the same time, Surtr's voice also came from there.

"Avalon, isolated from the world."

In an instant, the construction of the temple abruptly slowed down, as if someone had created a small space within it.

"They can actually resist!!!"

Feeling the resistance in her hand, Ereshkigal's face once again showed a look of shock.

This bone is so hard to chew!

Gritting her teeth, Ereshkigal desperately poured magic into the temple, attempting to forcefully break through the opponent's blockade.

As long as the temple can be completed before the other side recovers, there won't be any problems.

There is still a chance.

Such a powerful attack must consume a lot of magic power, so it's impossible to recover so quickly. We must catch up!

Ereshkigal shouted in his heart, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

The stalemate lasted only a few seconds before Ereshkigal suddenly felt her grip loosen.

It was as if something had been exposed.

But judging from that stiff expression devoid of any joy, it was probably not Surtr's defenses that had been breached.

The next moment, the sweat that had seeped out was evaporated by the heat wave that hit them.

Ahead, the still-unfinished temple let out a piercing wail, the impact carrying flying stones that struck Ereshkigal's face, which was illuminated by the firelight.

Oh no, this is going to hurt a lot.

These were the only thoughts that remained in Ereshkigal's mind in the moments before she was engulfed by the flames.

Absolute Demonic Front: Chapter 35 This Moment, Just Like That Moment

The rising heat, the flowing lava, and the pungent smell of sulfur in the sweltering air.

"It looks more like hell than the underworld now."

Surtr stepped across the lava in his black leather shoes, traversing the terrain he had forcibly shaped, and arrived at the spot where Ereshkigal had stood.

There was nothing there.

As it should be, when struck by the heavenly fire empowered by the Flame of the End, even the physical body of a god would be reduced to ashes.

The opponent isn't some kind of weirdo like Kukulkan.

But it's strange.

Surtr frowned.

The system didn't give her a kill notification. Kingu clearly had it all, so surely Ereshkigal in the Underworld couldn't be inferior to him.

'Are you sure you haven't made a mistake?'

She asked herself.

Please trust the system's professionalism.

The system responded decisively.

The other party has no problem, and Surtr has no problem either, so the only one with a problem is...

As if confirming her thoughts, a chilling magical fluctuation arose around her. On the wasteland, where the stone pillar had originally stood, a dark red blood sphere was rapidly taking shape in the center.

"real or fake."

Surtr opened his mouth, a stiff expression forming on his face. The next moment, the blood sphere shattered, and a blond figure landed on the ground.

It was Ereshkigal.

"...No, you'll be resurrected too?"

Surtr looked dumbfounded.

At this moment, just as at that moment.

"Humph."

With a flick of her cloak, Ereshkigal raised her head toward Surtr and spoke in a high-pitched tone.

"Do you think resurrection is your privilege? What delusion makes you think you can kill the master of the underworld?"

As a sacrifice offered by the gods to the underworld, Ereshkigal cannot even leave the underworld; she has long since become one with it.

She is the underworld itself.

Although it sounds somewhat tragic, it also brought her various privileges.

Immortality is one of them.

If you simply use force, you won't be able to destroy her unless you blast the entire underworld away.

Of course, Ereshkigal wouldn't tell the other party about this.

"...Heavenly Fire, unsheathe."

As she spoke, flames once again engulfed Ereshkigal's body.

A moment later, the newly manufactured Ereshkigal reappeared in sight.

"Damn it, do you think I'm lying?!"

Shouting as she retreated, she created a safe distance between herself and the killing god before her.