Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"What's going on!"

Ritsuka staggered two steps and almost fell to the ground.

"This reaction... Tiamat's Spirit Origin reaction has expanded further! Her Spirit Origin return to the Age of Gods has progressed to the Jurassic period. Is it because the previous battle made her impatient?"

Roman reported eagerly.

Within the lava, Surtr stiffly raised his head.

In my vision, Tiamat's body was rapidly changing. Her slender human form was gone; she was on all fours, her long arms swelling, her hands transforming into claws, and rough, tree-bark-like skin growing from her fair skin. Her enormous horns transformed into wings, and her ferocious face was far removed from human form, her mouth stretched to her neck, even more grotesque than the Kuchisake-onna (Slit-Mouthed Woman) of Japanese folklore.

"The expansion of the spiritual foundation has stopped, and the transformation of the dragon body is complete. This is no longer divinity; before you, there is no doubt that it is the true body of a god!"

"This isn't right. We haven't even reached the Underworld yet, how come the second stage has suddenly started?"

Surtr felt a chill run down her spine; they still had to hold off this monster for half a day... Just thinking about it was enough to make her feel hopeless.

"A large amount of Rahmu has been detected being discharged, and the stability of this space is constantly decreasing."

Roman's anxious reminder rang out, and Tiamat generated Rahmu at a speed far exceeding that of before, with black mud gushing out from between its wings like a vast ocean.

Surtr pulled out the Heavenly Fire that had pierced the ground, attempting to burn away all the black mud, but a sharp whooshing sound came first to his ears.

His body abruptly vanished from the spot, and the ocean of lava was split in a straight line.

The scorching wind howled in his ears as Surtr was thrown backward through the air, his slender fingers gripping a sharp, black object firmly in front of him with one hand.

My gaze is fixed ahead.

A humanoid Rahmu flapped its bat-like wings, attempting to pierce her body with its awl-like right arm.

Rahmuna tilted his head, which had only a mouth, as if wondering why the sneak attack had failed.

'This kind of power, is it god-level? Even this kind of guy has come out.'

Surtr was speechless.

However, it's still manageable.

His suspended legs touched the ground again, carving two long furrows in the earth, and his backward flight came to an abrupt halt. Surtr tightened his grip on the ground.

Rahmuna's hard shell, strong enough to swim in magma, began to crack, making a crisp cracking sound.

next second.

The pitch-black arm shattered, and at the same time, the celestial fire tightly gripped in the left hand was swung upwards.

The blazing flames engulfed Rahm's repulsive body.

A clod of scorched earth fell to the ground, crushed by the black sole of his shoe. Surtr didn't look at it and quickly ran towards the Holy Lance.

The surging waves of Rahmu nearly obscured the light of the Holy Lance, and powerful, god-like beings flew through the air, among whom even a woman with a human head and a snake's body could be seen.

Is Gorgon some kind of workaholic? He even has a role!

Or is it that Tiamat actually likes Gorgon very much? That she'd recreate him no matter how many times he dies?

However, such love and hate are obviously not something to worry about.

In such a short time, the already precarious battle line has collapsed.

Damn it!

Ishtar's body fell to the ground, casting a shadow from the sky. She looked up and saw the reflection of Gorgon's massive body in her eyes.

At the same time, a fierce wind blew from the sky.

"Ha, it seems this body's time has come to an end."

Kukulkan gasped for breath as he cleaved through a powerful Rahmu, the golden cracks deepening beneath him.

A shadow swept across the sky, and Tiamat flapped her wings, letting out a piercing roar, like a meteor streaking across the sky, charging straight toward the pillar of light that pierced the heavens and earth before her.

"This is bad! At that speed, if we let her out now, we're all doomed!"

Roman roared.

"A major crisis is brewing."

Kukulkan raised his head, as if he had made a decision, and suddenly spoke.

“Speaking of which, Surtr, it seems our previous battle wasn’t over yet.”

"Ha, why bring this up now?"

Surtr swung his celestial fire and severed off one of Rahmu's arms, completely bewildered.

"I'll probably be completely unable to move a single finger next, which should be a good opportunity to defeat me. I don't think you're the kind of person who would care about taking advantage of someone in a vulnerable state."

Kukulkan was saying strange things.

"..."

Ugh, I feel a bit uneasy.

Surtr clicked his tongue in amazement as he realized what the other party was planning, and said it as if he were talking about something proud.

"Don't underestimate me. I love taking advantage of people when they're in trouble. If you lose your fighting ability, I won't hesitate to use dirty tricks on you."

"Hehe, that's great."

Absolute Demonic Front: Chapter 50 A Brilliant Death

Uruk.

Amidst the city shrouded in crimson clouds, a vibrant sea of ​​flowers blooms.

Crimson blood fell from the sky, staining the pink petals with an eerie hue.

A jarring sound of laughter.

Rahmu carelessly discarded the pierced soldier, his head, now only bearing the mouthparts, swaying from side to side before finally fixing his gaze on the very center of the city.

The top of the divine tower.

On the platform called Heaven's Hill, stood the golden-haired king.

"It seems that only the two of us are left in this city."

Merlin's figure reappeared, his gaze falling upon the magnificent city that had been transformed into a hellish inferno.

Even with his addition, the attack could only be temporarily slowed down when facing Rahmu's endless numbers.

"It seems so. They have accomplished their mission very well, and Uruk will be proud of them."

Gilgamesh spoke in a hoarse voice, his arm holding the stone slab trembling slightly.

Clearly, he was nearing his limit.

"Ereshkigal, how much longer? I feel like we've already been dragging this out for a hundred days. Are you slacking off or something?!"

Gilgamesh stamped his foot and shouted.

"No way! Are you out of your mind?! It was so close, just a few more minutes!"

An agitated voice came from underground, and Ereshkigal retorted loudly, her hands not daring to stop moving for a moment.

"Seriously, can't we just skip over a few minutes?"

Gilgamesh complained, but the other party's reply still made him feel a little relieved.

Suddenly, he looked up sharply, his crimson pupils piercing through Rahmu's encirclement and landing directly on the distant sky.

Above the black mud, even though Rahmu had completely left, a faint sound suddenly came from the space that should have been empty.

A crack appeared in the air and was rapidly expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The space seemed to emit a mournful cry.

Before anyone could react, accompanied by a crisp buzzing sound, a hideous, enormous head burst into reality.

Snowflake-like crystalline fragments danced around her, while black mud flowed from beneath her, merging into the underground ocean.

Behind them, a desolate world shrouded in black mud could be vaguely seen.

That posture resembled a demon crawling back to reality from the abyss.

"what!!!"

Excited singing.

Tiamat let out her first long cry upon returning to the world.

The atmosphere and the ocean surged together. After the joy of escaping, her gaze traversed space and landed on the farthest point, the heart of this land.

Hatred and loathing echoed in her mind as Tiamat flapped the wings behind her.

It stirred up hurricanes and waves.

Its ferocious limbs shattered the ground, and its massive body hurtled toward the city like a meteor.

"My God, do you two have some kind of grudge? Why is she so eager to come find you?!"

Merlin broke out in a cold sweat, and the smile that was always on his face vanished.

"It's clearly her who's unilaterally causing trouble for me!"

Gilgamesh shouted.

"Those guys actually messed up at the last minute. But it was already beyond expectations that they could do this much, so there's not much to criticize them for."

Gilgamesh forced a smile, trying to suppress his pounding heart with a joke.

"Merlin, use whatever methods you have. I know you still have ways."

Gilgamesh looked at the magician beside him.

"I can indeed use illusion magic to temporarily make you appear at your peak, but with your current physical condition, you would probably die after one blow."

Merlin said.

Illusion is essentially nothing more than deception—deceiving the world, deceiving others, or even deceiving oneself.

Just as someone can use illusion magic to rebuild damaged internal organs and sustain life, she can also temporarily transform Gilgamesh into his complete form.

But illusion is illusion after all. To deal with Tiamat, she would definitely have to draw that sword, and with that kind of effort, her illusion would not be able to be maintained.

"Hmph, isn't that perfect? ​​Rather than being killed by Tiamat's headbutt, using this final blow as my end is just right!"

Gilgamesh raised his voice considerably.

The flame has been left behind; even without it, this era will not be destroyed.

Rather than dragging this sickly body through life, I'd rather have a spectacular one.

"Since you've said so, I have no reason to object."

Merlin took a step back and bowed slightly, as if bidding farewell to Gilgamesh.

"Hmph, enough talk, come on!"

"So."

As soon as he finished speaking, he tapped the ground with his staff.

The chaotic sounds of the battlefield were drowned out by a crisp ringing sound, and the sounds seemed to fade into the distance.

"The Sea Within the Stars, the Lookout Tower."

As Merlin chanted ethereally, a pink magic circle rippled outwards from the staff on the platform. Amidst this bloody battlefield, only the Hill of Heaven, this small patch of land, radiated a paradise-like beauty.

"From a corner of Paradise I tell you that your story is full of blessings, and that only the innocent may enter this eternally isolated paradise."

Like a dream.

Between illusion and reality, Gilgamesh's figure seemed to waver, as if shrouded in a hazy mist.

Immediately following, with a metallic scraping sound, Gilgamesh's figure solidified once more.

The magic, which had been fading like a candle flame, suddenly surged forth like a raging fire fueled by dry tinder.

His pale face gradually regained its color, his short golden hair flew high in the wind, his bare upper body was covered with bright red patterns, and he wore golden battle boots. Gilgamesh's scarlet eyes stared fearlessly at Tiamat, who was getting closer and closer.

"It's a shame that you're the only audience member, but oh well, let me, the king, perfectly accomplish the task of restraining Tiamat!"

He spoke in a high-spirited tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, Tiamat, speeding ahead, crashed through the city gate and rushed into the city of Uruk.