Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Although Skadi's magic permeates the entire area, it's impossible not to notice it at this distance.

Ilya, the little goddess who is a mix of three gods, is not in the dungeon yet. Is she not caught yet, or has she not come at all?

With our current strength, dealing with Surut would be quite difficult.

After briefly summarizing the current situation, Surtr pulled himself back to his senses and spoke, breaking the somewhat silent atmosphere.

"Nice to meet you, or rather, it's been a long time."

"I am Surtr. I'm sorry for damaging your castle, but let me make it clear beforehand that he started it, so I will not be making any compensation."

Surtr gestured with his chin toward Saber and said without any sign of nervousness.

"He seems to be a polite child. Hehe, it's alright. What just happened is enough to make up for these losses."

Skadi smiled, seemingly finding it quite enjoyable to see Saber get the short end of the stick.

"But I don't think you came all the way to my castle just to catch up with family members."

"Family members? You're quite humorous."

Surtr was stunned for a moment, almost not realizing who the other person was referring to.

"I'm here to cooperate with you."

She went straight to the point.

"cooperate?"

Skadi looked slightly surprised.

Before this, she had some guesses about the other party's intentions. From her conversation with the two birds, she knew that the other party was sent by the Human Principles. She had initially thought that they had come to ask her about the whereabouts of the Imaginary Tree, but now it seemed that they had other plans.

Surtr raised his hand and pointed to the sky behind the other person.

"You in the sky, you must be very troubled."

Skadi turned to the side and looked behind her at the setting sun gradually disappearing into the mountains.

"I see."

As if she understood something, Skadi nodded slightly and replied.

"Indeed, even though three thousand years have passed, the existence of that fire still makes me restless and unable to eat or sleep."

Ragnarok is not over yet, but the fate of Norse mythology is already sealed. Even if the seal can delay things for a while, as long as Surtur is alive, his flames will eventually fall.

It's just a matter of sooner or later.

There is no way out without addressing the issue with the Nordic countries.

Skadi has tried various methods over the years to accelerate the depletion of her opponent's power, but her opponent's resilience is simply too strong. Even after being burned for three thousand years, she still cannot deal with him.

Even though Saber was by his side, she was merely a fragment of his spirit, and killing her wouldn't affect the original body within the seal.

With her methods alone, it would probably take her one or two thousand years to destroy the enemy.

But she doesn't have that much time now.

According to Ophelia, there are other Lostbelts on this planet, and they are competing with each other. Even if she can wait, the world cannot.

After defeating Surt, this Lostbelt will also need time to develop. It would be quite difficult for her, a single pillar god, to face the gods of other Lostbelts.

Regardless of her preparations, Surut's death was necessary.

She had previously considered whether to use the power of Pan-Human History, and now that the other party had taken the initiative to come to her, it suited her wishes.

"It seems that we share the same goal in this regard."

"Well, we probably won't have any conflict until we defeat him."

Extremely efficient, the two sides quickly reached a consensus.

“It seems you don’t have a place to stay. Why don’t you stay at my castle until then?”

Skadi invited Surtr to live with her.

"Then thank you very much, Your Majesty."

Surtr politely thanked him.

"Hehe, it feels really strange to be called that by you. Although I hate fire, you might be an exception."

"That's a real honor. Actually, I like you very much too."

Surtr said from the bottom of his heart.

The Lostbelt King and the Guardian of Humanity, the Last God and the Godslayer, ice and fire—two people who are opposites in every way—are now surprisingly in harmony.

There seemed to be some kind of wonderful understanding between them.

"Uh, that's it?"

Ophelia was caught off guard. She had expected a major battle, but she discovered that the other side had already reached an agreement with her leader.

The speed was so fast that she didn't have time to react at all.

It wasn't just her.

Even Saber, after carefully reflecting on the conversation until it ended, realized that the two guys seemed to have been talking about going after him.

In front of her!

"This is outrageous!!!"

The Infernal Ice and Flame Hell: Chapter Seven - Giving You a Chance to Challenge Me

Countless years have passed since the beginning of the world, and Saber must say that he has never experienced such humiliation before.

Who is he?

Surtur, the fire giant king who burned the world and slaughtered the gods! Now, he is defeated by a weak god who was just lucky to survive, and a thief who only obtained a little bit of his insignificant power.

And now they're saying they're going to kill him right in front of him?

Even Odin wasn't this arrogant.

How could I tolerate this? I could tolerate this!

Breathing heavily, Saber felt like a volcano was erupting inside her, the surging anger even making her entire body creak.

“Saber!”

Ophelia's voice rang out in a panic. Even though she hadn't lifted the restrictions at all, the opponent's magic power was rapidly expanding.

The mask on his face fell away, revealing a face twisted into a hideous one, with bloodthirsty crimson eyes staring intently at Surtr beside him, who was completely unsuspecting.

He swung the demon sword.

The two sides have already reached an agreement; if they were to make a move now...

Ophelia tried to stop him, but it was too late.

Saber's sword-wielding speed surpasses that of any language in the world.

Arrogant bastard! Die!

The sudden attack, a strike delivered with all the might of a great hero, was so powerful that even the strongest Servant would not be able to dodge it at this distance.

The blade of the cursed sword Grammer tore through the last rays of the setting sun and fell once more toward Surtr's neck.

A moment of silence.

Ophelia's eyes widened, and Skadi opened her mouth slightly, letting out a sound of slight surprise.

"Roar."

Even after being a god for so many years, this was the first time she had ever seen such a thing.

He could catch a demon sword with his bare hands.

In sight, the tall knight remained in a sword-wielding posture, the scarlet magic sword forming a straight line with his arm.

As you ascend, at the very tip of the sword, a fair hand rests beside the neck, its palm blocking the incoming demonic sword.

The sharp blade that could easily cut through steel could not even cut through skin.

"......"

"how is this possible?"

Ophelia gasped in surprise.

That's a demonic sword! Just how strong would your defenses have to be to ignore it?

"Preliminary speculation suggests that Surtr's skin strength is at least at the level of the Divine Iron Shield."

Behind them, the blonde Valkyrie made her judgment in a mechanical tone.

The shield of divine iron was an armor bestowed upon the Valkyrie by Odin. It is indestructible and a symbol of eternity. Although it is a mass-produced item, its performance is quite excellent.

Surtr's defenses are even stronger.

The red light emanating from Grammer illuminated the other person's delicate face in a somewhat eerie way.

Suddenly, she curled the corners of her lips into a mocking smile at the knight in front of her, whose eyes were wide open.

"Oh."

You should be glad I don't grow my nails long.

"...Damn it! Ophelia, release the restrictions, all of them!"

Saber roared and abruptly pulled his sword back.

Surtr took the opportunity to glance at his palm, where he could see a small, faint red mark.

After dying several times in the Seventh Singularity, her physical defenses had become extremely powerful.

Furthermore, after obtaining the Sun Stone, it becomes like a miniature sun. As long as you wear it, the Saintly Numbers will automatically operate even without activating the blessing.

Normal attacks are practically negligible to her; perhaps only activating her Noble Phantasm can inflict a tiny, insignificant amount of damage.

“This… Queen.”

Ophelia did not immediately comply, but instead looked at the Queen beside her.

The limitations on Saber are also a form of insurance; an ordinary spirit origin simply cannot withstand Surt's power, and fighting at full strength would easily shatter the spirit origin.

She doesn't really want to use it unless absolutely necessary.

At least in her view, the current situation did not warrant a fight.

Now that the Queen is here, stopping them shouldn't be too difficult.

"This should be considered their family matter. They'll probably see each other quite often in the future, so why not take this opportunity to resolve things?"

Skadi made the suggestion.

"Indeed, only by clearly distinguishing the differences can you avoid being harassed. I'll give you a chance to challenge me. Don't worry, I'll spare your life."

Surtr raised his head towards Saber, and despite not being taller, he looked down at her as if he were looking down on her.

His arrogant tone was full of provocation.

"Just a mere thief! Ophelia!"

"Well, alright, forced Ascension to Spirit Origin, Saber, final restrictions lifted."

Since none of the three parties had any objections, Ophelia could only nod. As soon as she finished speaking, a massive amount of magical power flowed into Saber's body through the contract.

Saber's appearance changed again; a black cloak fluttered in the cold wind, and his mask disappeared completely, replaced by a pair of glasses that clashed entirely with his fierce expression.

The scarlet magic sword emitted a bluish-green light, and the magic power surging from within it was several times stronger than before.

"This is the first time I've ever witnessed a Spirit Origin Ascension in person."

"Finally, that damn mask is off. Now it's time to get real!"

Feeling the openness emanating from her body, Saber suddenly stepped forward, completely disregarding whether the other party was ready, and directly swung her demon sword.

The heavy blade was covered with blazing flames, something Surtr was all too familiar with.

"Is it because of the soul that one can do things that are beyond one's original capabilities?"

Surtr muttered to herself, but decided to show some respect to the other party who was the source of her power. She put the birdcage aside and took out the Skyfire Greatsword from her backpack and held it in her palm.

Without any special magic added, Surtr simply gripped his sword and swung it normally towards the incoming magic sword.