Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"There seems to be a village a little further away. Oh, what's that?"

As she was speaking, Surtr looked up and saw two black crows circling above her.

"What bad luck."

Surtr gave him a look of disdain, but the next second he curled up the corners of his mouth.

"However, we've found someone to guide us."

Abyss of Ice and Flame: Leave of Absence

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The Infernal Ice and Flame Hell: Why are there old people in Chapter Two?

"Gah!"

A fleeting streak of ink swept across the clear sky.

A whooshing sound came from the sky, and a black bird cried out, frantically flapping its wings, leaving a circular shockwave behind it.

They dared not stop for even a moment.

It raced through the air as if some terrifying predator was chasing it.

After an unknown amount of time, the bird turned around and looked back at the empty, clear sky.

Seeing that no one was chasing it, it breathed a human-like sigh of relief.

Then, the sound of chains rattling.

Gah!

A feeling of restraint came from its feet; a thin, silver chain had somehow wrapped around its claws, which were only as thick as tree branches.

The bird's beak opened slightly, and despair flashed in its dark pupils.

It’s over.

As soon as he thought this, the chains tightened, and the bird's momentum suddenly stopped. As if being dragged by something, it fell rapidly to the ground.

The fact that the leg wasn't torn off at that speed is enough to demonstrate the bird's extraordinary nature.

It flapped its wings desperately, but its body kept falling.

"As expected of a top-tier familiar, it really can run."

On the snow, Surtr said, grabbing the bird by the neck that was being dragged to the ground by its chain, throwing it into the gilded birdcage he was carrying in his other hand, and slamming the iron window shut.

"Now there shouldn't be any problems."

He lifted the cage in front of him, shook it, and looked at the two ravens inside, huddled together in a corner, trembling.

Both birds had chains tied to their legs; after all, they weren't real crows, and a cage like this wouldn't be enough to keep them confined.

Fokin and Wuni were two ravens kept by the legendary god Odin.

One represents thought, and the other represents memory.

They are Odin's sacred birds, and also his eyes and ears. Every day at dawn, two ravens fly from Odin's shoulders to the human world to see all things, and then report back to Odin at night.

In the classification of this world, they are the highest-ranking familiars, divine beasts.

Whether it's the game or Surtur's memories, she can be certain that Odin in this Lostbelt has long since died and become a phantom god.

But the fact that the familiar is still there proves that the other party is still paying attention to this place.

What? You're saying you're not afraid of Odin's revenge for treating them like this?

Please, even if Odin could come down, it would only be a fragment of his spirit. Miss Surtr would love for him to give her some gold coins.

However, she didn't want it to be like this at first.

"Honestly, they run away as soon as they see me. Am I that scary?"

Surtr muttered to herself, all she wanted to do was ask some questions about this Lostbelt. But these two birds flew away after she just glanced at them, forcing her to go through the trouble of catching them again.

"Are you Surut?"

One of them opened its mouth and spoke human language from its beak.

“I am Surtr.”

Surtr nodded; the two words were pronounced the same in the local language.

Upon hearing this, the two men trembled even more violently.

"Why did you come out? The Great God's seal is still intact."

Turning my head, I looked at the distant sky. The great prison used to seal Surt was still intact, even more solid than before. But what was this guy in front of me?

Although they have changed their appearance, they will never forget that volcanic magic.

At first, they thought it was just some servant from the pan-human history being summoned again, and they were going to come and take a look. But good heavens, a god of death appeared.

“I’ve always been outside, and I’m not him, so you don’t need to be so afraid of me.”

Surtr was somewhat helpless.

It's not that I can't understand the feelings of these two birds, after all, Surtr from the Lostbelt really slaughtered all of Norse mythology, and even Odin died in the end.

As someone who experienced Ragnarok firsthand, it's understandable that she might have some PTSD.

"Are you Surut from Pan-Human History?"

"No, I should be considered a Lostbelt, I've just always been outside. Never mind, it's not important. Just know that I don't intend to do anything to you. With the two ounces of flesh on your bodies, you're not even enough to fill my teeth."

Surtr said disdainfully, picked up the birdcage, and walked towards a village not far away.

The chase had brought her to the vicinity of this village, which wasn't far away to begin with, and in her sense of presence, she discovered a rather strange place.

"Is Skadi the current ruler of this Lostbelt?"

As he walked, Surtr asked the two birds.

"Yes."

Fokin, the raven representing thought, nodded. This information was already common knowledge in this Lostbelt, so there was no need to hide it.

"You were sent by the Human Principles?"

Fujin asked again.

Seemingly sensing that the other party really didn't intend to turn it into a roasted bird, its tone relaxed slightly.

"Yes."

Surtr nodded.

"hiss!"

Two hissing sounds came from inside the cage.

As messengers of the great god Odin, they naturally knew about the Pan-Human History and Lostbelts.

This world should have been destroyed three thousand years ago after Surtur ravaged Northern Europe, but thanks to the power of the tree called the Imaginary Tree, it has been able to continue to exist.

However, such an existence is ultimately abnormal and unstable. To stabilize it, their world must be covered by the correct pan-human history.

There is no doubt that the broader history of humankind will not stand idly by.

Several Servants have been summoned to this land so far, and the two birds responsible for observing Lostbelts have all seen them, but even the gods probably wouldn't have imagined that Pan-Human History would directly choose Surtr to be the destroyer of the world.

But to be honest, it's quite suitable in a certain sense.

In the course of their question-and-answer session, Surtr had already approached the village before him.

The towering wooden walls envelop the entire village. Through the gate, you can see that, despite being separated by only one wall, the village is completely devoid of snow, unlike the snowy landscape outside.

It's probably because it's blocked by some kind of barrier.

Surtr carried the birdcage across the gate and entered the village.

You can clearly feel the temperature rising; compared to the biting cold wind outside, this place is like heaven.

Nevertheless, Surtr's attire was a bit too revealing, but with her aura concealed, no one would notice her.

Walking along the uneven path, Surtr's gaze swept across the village.

Perhaps because of the cultivated land within its boundaries, the village is quite large. It might be more accurate to call it a small town.

Rows of neat houses are arranged on the flat land, and behind the village are fertile farmlands where people come and go, working in the fields.

Mischievous children ran among the crisscrossing paths in the fields, while elderly people sat in an open space in the village, chatting about something.

From any perspective, this is a peaceful and tranquil town.

But that's not right.

Surtr felt that something was wrong.

Why are there elderly people?

The Infernal Ice and Flame Hell: Chapter Three - Old Su, Who's Been Targeted

To clarify, she is not discriminating against the elderly.

It's just strange.

If her memory serves her correctly, this Lostbelt should be an extremely harsh, or rather, extreme, environment.

There are only 10,000 people in the entire Lostbelt. When each person reaches the age of 25, they must leave the village to be sacrificed to the giants that roam outside the village.

In other words, there shouldn't be anyone over 25 years old here.

But what's going on now?

Those elderly people looked to be in their sixties or seventies.

Surtr didn't quite understand, but it wasn't entirely unexpected that the game's plot differed from reality.

So she asked directly.

"You guys must have been in this Lostbelt for quite a while now. Tell me, what's the situation with this Lostbelt? What has Skadi done? Who are her Servants? And how many Servants does Humanity have? By the way, what time is it now? Has Chaldea passed through Goetia yet?"

She picked up the cage, looked at the two birds inside, and asked a series of questions.

To be honest, she wasn't really interested in Lostbelts, but she was interested in Skadi and the other Servants, since many of them had deep obsessions and were essentially her clients.

Why do you think I would tell you?

"Fojin asked."

No matter what, it's a bird from this Lostbelt, so isn't the relationship between the two sides obviously hostile?

"Odin probably didn't tell you who he was going to help, did he?"

She remembered that old man Odin seemed to have just been observing the whole time.

To be honest, Surtr didn't have a very good impression of Odin.

He appears quite frequently in other Lostbelts, helping Ritsuka and teaching Morgan magic, but when he arrives in the Norse Lostbelt, Skadi is about to lose her little pearl and he doesn't seem to do anything.

They sent two birds over to spy on them all day long.

Surtr didn't believe in nonsense like how becoming a god meant you couldn't interfere with reality. A god could have countless ways to intervene if they really wanted to.

It can only be said that Odin's mind was probably not very clear.

"I have a feeling you're thinking something impolite."

Fujin squinted.

"Never mind, the great god didn't say what he was going to do. I can tell you about the events of these three thousand years, but as for the rest, you'll have to see for yourself."

"What an interesting fellow has arrived."

In a palace built entirely of ice and snow, as if from a fairy tale, Scáthach opened her eyes on the throne at the very center.

He muttered to himself, as if he had witnessed something extraordinary.

In this Lostbelt, every snowflake carries her magic; nothing can escape her notice.

Surtr's arrival was naturally among them.

"Strange, but very troublesome."

Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, the power he unleashed was enough to make her take notice.