Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Is that chain a commandment from God? I wonder where she got it from.

"Your Majesty, have the Chaldeans arrived? Or are they Servants from Pan-Human History?"

"I am speaking," a blonde woman wearing an eye patch asked from beneath the throne.

"Neither. If I had to say, it would be the latter."

Skadi said.

Surtr is clearly not a Servant.

"The expression on your face suggests that the other party is a formidable enemy. Should I have my knight handle this?"

Ophelia said.

"It can start killing at any time. If the demon sword isn't swung a couple of times, it will rust."

A tall, masked man appeared in the air, his crimson pupils gleaming with bloodlust, his icy tone seemingly containing an inescapable madness.

“No, no need, Ophelia. Although I don’t like the flames on her, she is also a child of the Norse, and I will love her just the same.”

Skadi looked at the knight who had appeared and said with a smile.

"flame?"

Is it a Servant related to this? Ophelia subconsciously looked at the knight beside her. If it comes to flames, probably no one is more familiar with them than the other.

"Your gaze makes me very uncomfortable; I might just slash you with my sword."

The knight squinted at the queen before him, his hand already on the hilt of his sword, as if he would draw it at any moment.

“Saber, you must not be disrespectful in front of the Queen.”

Ophelia frowned and reminded her.

"Hehe, it's alright. I don't dislike warriors who dare to challenge me. If there's a chance, I wouldn't mind having a match with you, but this isn't a suitable place."

Skadi smiled and said, seemingly not considering the warrior in front of her as a threat, and turned the topic back to Surtr.

"Let's see what she wants to do. Perhaps she'll come to my castle soon."

"I understand, I will keep Saber on standby."

"Yes, I'm also looking forward to your meeting."

Skadi spoke sincerely.

Meanwhile, Surtr didn't linger in the village. Carrying the birdcage, she headed straight for Skadi's castle.

He pondered the information he had just received.

The general direction was actually pretty much what Surtr knew.

Three thousand years ago, after Surt defied fate and slaughtered all the gods except Skadi, Skadi, who inherited Odin's magic, led the remaining humans to start anew and thrive on the scorched earth.

However, contrary to what she knew of the plot, Skadi did not actually interfere too much in human society.

After helping it establish its initial shelter, teaching magic to talented individuals, and creating some higher-yielding and more cold-resistant crops, it was essentially left to grow wild.

At most, they would just periodically send some mass-produced Valkyries to observe the situation.

It must be said that humans are indeed a remarkably tenacious species.

They survived in such a harsh environment, without divine guidance.

Although the harsh environment and scarce resources here doomed them to not be able to build any large cities, there was still hope.

As for Skadi herself, after realizing that humans didn't need her to worry about them, she focused more of her energy on how to deal with Surtr in the sky.

She first covered the earth with her own snow to suppress the flames escaping from Surut, and then used runes to add another layer of seal on top of the original seal.

After all, the initial seal was only an emergency measure by Odin, and it wasn't very reliable.

Surtr had to admit he had boasted before; it now seemed that a single sword strike wouldn't be enough to break the seal.

However, Surtr wasn't particularly interested in these old stories.

She was still more concerned about what Skadi had done to Surtr over the past three thousand years.

Suppressing the flames and reinforcing the seal will not last for three thousand years.

The sun was still hanging overhead. It was unclear whether the other party was at a loss or if she also had some feelings for Surut.

The Infernal Ice and Flame Hell: Chapter Four - Surut is a Harmful Person

"Hey, we've said what we needed to say, it's time to release us."

From inside the birdcage came Fujin's complaints.

They are, after all, the familiars of the Norse gods. Normally, everyone would treat them with utmost respect, fearing that they might report them to the gods for doing something wrong. Now, they have been reduced to the same treatment as ornamental birds.

Unfortunately, it had absolutely no way to fight back.

In all my years of life, I have never felt so frustrated.

"You might be useful later. I'll release you once I leave. Don't worry, it won't be long."

"Surtel said."

Although she didn't know what use it was, there was no reason to release a bird that had been caught with such difficulty so easily.

She was certain that once they were lost, they would never be found again.

"Why don't you guys become my familiars? Odin is dead anyway."

Surtr proposed.

"impossible!"

"I am devoted to the great god!"

Two dissenting voices rang out from inside the cage, and whether they were afraid of being overheard, the two ravens were eagerly expressing their loyalty to Odin.

"Oh."

Surtr didn't press the matter further, since it was just a casual remark anyway.

"By the way, did you see Chaldea in this Lostbelt? They're humans from the Pan-Human History, one with short orange hair and the other with short pink hair."

"Sulter emphasized."

"Humans? Never seen them before."

Fujin shook his head.

Does that mean Chaldea hasn't arrived yet?

Surtr nodded silently. To be honest, if things went according to the normal plot, as long as Chaldea arrived, she wouldn't have to worry about whether she could kill Surtr.

But the current situation is clearly not normal.

From the two birds' accounts, we can tell that Skadi seems to have always wanted to get rid of the sun in the sky, and hasn't really cared about humans.

Also.

The harsh environment of this Lostbelt is not only due to the geography of Scandinavia, but also influenced by the power of Surt and Skadi.

If we don't solve the problem of that sun, this world will have no future.

I just don't know what she's figured out over the years.

It's necessary to go to the castle this time to see what she's thinking.

If it's possible, we can cooperate; if not, well, it doesn't matter, we'll definitely cooperate in the end anyway.

This was the only thing Surtr firmly believed.

Besides that, she also needed to investigate the combat strength of this Lostbelt. She didn't want to end up like last time, only to find out at the end that an important person had skipped work.

Lost in thought, Surtr carried the cage and walked across the boundless snowfield.

According to the two birds, following this direction and crossing a few hills will lead to Skadi's castle.

The straight-line distance isn't too far.

Shoes trod through the thick snow, leaving neat footprints as the town receded into the distance. Meanwhile, something lingering near the town was quietly approaching.

As the sun sets, the azure sky gradually turns orange-red.

Inside the castle made of ice and snow, Ophelia sat on a chair made of solid ice. Incredibly, despite the fact that there was ice everywhere in the castle, she did not feel particularly cold.

Looking out the porthole, he pondered the information he had previously received about Surtr.

This was the first time she had received information about the followers of Pan-Human History in Northern Europe.

Despite the brief description, he is likely a rather formidable enemy.

The opponent seems to be heading towards the castle. To dare to intrude into the Lostbelt King's territory with just one horse is either a brainless brute or someone who is extremely confident in their own strength.

And for some reason, she always felt that the Queen's words had a hidden meaning.

Thinking of the Queen, Ophelia lowered her eyes and sighed inwardly.

The Hidden Ones and the Lostbelt Kings are not actually in a superior-subordinate relationship, but rather in a cooperative one.

That being said, most Hidden Ones don't actually have much room for equal communication when facing the Kings of Lostbelts.

Skadi of the Norse kingdom was a benevolent queen who didn't pay much attention to managing the Lostbelts, giving her ample room to maneuver.

However, although the two sides seemed to get along well on the surface, their actual communication was very limited.

Ophelia had absolutely no idea what the Queen wanted to do.

On the contrary, the other party seemed to be able to see through her very easily.

Adding to the pressure was Saber, who wasn't quite right in the head, who was by her side. Ophelia felt she was under a lot of pressure.

Just as she was thinking this, the culprit who had been putting pressure on her suddenly appeared in the room.

Ophelia frowned.

"It's not that I said I didn't want to..."

She wanted to complain about something, but the words caught in her throat.

Normally, the knight's next words would definitely be sarcastic, but this time was different.

The other person didn't make a sound, his back to her, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the wall beside him, as if he could see through it to the outside world.

Ophelia's breath caught in her throat as the knight before her emanated a terrifying sense of oppression she had never seen before.

"Hehe, so that's what that woman was talking about."

As Saber spoke, ignoring Ophelia behind him, his body transformed into spirit particles and he sped away towards the outskirts of the city.

Skadi opened her eyes on the ice throne.

"They've already gone out? They really can't hold their breath at all."

"stop."

Surtr's voice rang out in the air.

As the words fell, a huge, crimson foot sank into the snow. Looking up, one could see a group of giants, each nearly five meters tall, with dark red skin and faceless masks, standing in the snowfield.

Surtr leaped down from the giant's shoulder, waved to them, and said.

"That's all for now, you can go back."

"Yes......"

The giant lowered his head, and a hoarse, rough voice came from behind the mask, the deep tone as if he was suppressing something.

Having received their orders, they turned around one after another and left in the direction they had come from, as if they were machines.

"Tsk, Surute really deserves to die."

Surtr clicked his tongue in amazement as he watched their retreating figures.

Despite their current dull appearance, the giants were once a race comparable to the gods in Northern Europe.

But in Ragnarok, Surtur's flames twisted all the massive beings, turning them into walking calamities.

This stems from the influence of those in power. Even though Skadi made masks for them and put shackles on them, she couldn't control the giants' destructive instincts.

They will destroy visible heat sources at all costs. There are protective barriers inside the settlement, but it is dangerous outside the settlement.

Even Surtr was attacked at the beginning.