Miss Surtr will ignite the world

A piercing clang of metal.

Immediately following was the sound of solid ice shattering.

A black shadow crashed through the corridor wall and fell down into the snowfield below. Shortly after, Surtr leaped down through the gap.

“Saber?”

Ophelia ran quickly to the edge of the corridor and peeked out.

On the snow-covered plains.

The tall knight landed on the ground, and before he could even steady himself, the sound of air being torn apart came from above.

Saber raised the demon sword horizontally above her head with lightning speed.

next moment.

With a deafening bang that nearly shattered eardrums, a tremendous force emanated from the sword, whipping up the surrounding snow and causing Saber to kneel almost instantly.

His arm was bent to its limit, and the blade of the Heavenly Fire Melting Gold was almost embedded in his shoulder, making a sound like flesh being scorched by the high temperature.

"It's completely one-sided, is the difference really that big?"

If it could be said before that Saber was not in her best condition, now that she is in her prime, the situation remains the same.

Moreover, judging from Surtr's expression, he seemed quite relaxed.

What level is the other party? A god?

Ophelia removed her blindfold and tried to use her magic eye to observe Surtr's potential.

The result left her speechless.

the other side.

Skadi didn't watch the battle, which was already a foregone conclusion. She walked to the spot where Surtr had been standing, bent down slightly, reached out, and held up her birdcage in front of her.

The ruby-like pupils silently gazed at the two creatures within, whose eyes were covered by feathers.

The Infernal Hell of Ice and Flame: Chapter Eight is nothing more than the Queen's Order

"It seems there's no suspense anymore."

On the gradually fading snowfield, Surtr receives Saber's worship.

"hateful!"

A sound of gritted teeth came from ahead. Saber raised her head and looked at the calm girl with a ferocious and twisted face, as if the action at this moment was effortless for her.

If looks could kill, Surtr would probably be reduced to ashes by now.

He wanted to pounce forward and tear his opponent to pieces, but the immense force from the sword held him back, and the scalding blade was constantly burning his flesh.

Super Strength EX.

Surtr's already formidable strength underwent a qualitative change with the addition of this skill.

Even Saber, who could use some of the Titans' power, was no match for her.

"That's enough, Saber. We've lost."

Ophelia fell from the sky, announcing the defeat.

This is a difference that anyone with eyes can see.

"How could I lose to someone like this? Ophelia, use your Mystic Eyes!"

Saber shouted in a disheveled manner.

He, who had always been skilled in violence, was now defeated by even purer violence, and by someone who stole his power. This was something his pride could not tolerate.

It was all because of his weak body that his performance was affected. If he could use his true form, the result would never have been like this!

"If you're planning to join, I wouldn't mind."

Surtr turned her head to look at Ophelia, and did not refuse.

"No, it's no use. I have no way to hold her in place."

Ophelia shook her head silently.

Her demonic eye, the Prolonged Demonic Eye, is the highest-level gem-grade demonic eye besides the Rainbow-grade demonic eye.

It is able to observe future possibilities and fix them.

The effect sounds powerful, but in actual use it can probably only delay the occurrence of bad things.

Unfortunately, she saw no chance of winning in her battle against Surtr.

And, most importantly...

The presence of the opponent, and the thick, ocean-like magic that enveloped him, meant that Ophelia's power alone could not have any effective effect on him.

That feeling was just like when she was facing the Queen.

It is an invincible force.

Ophelia couldn't understand why, if Saber had said that the other party had only inherited a small portion of his power, he possessed such immense strength.

It doesn't appear to be a follower.

Without a doubt, the other party has a big secret.

Although the other party seems to have temporarily reached an agreement with the Queen, they will undoubtedly become the most terrifying enemy in the future, which is unsettling.

Perhaps I should report this to Lord Kirshtalia.

Ophelia thought to herself.

"Come back, Saber. Your body won't be able to take it if you keep fighting. I can't lose you yet."

She said.

"That's what your Master said, but you don't seem very convinced."

As Surtr spoke, he slightly loosened the pressure on his hands.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Saber swung her sword sharply, deflecting Surtr's attack, and then retreated rapidly, creating distance between herself and her opponent.

Ignoring the Master's command, he directly poured magical power into the sword.

“Saber!”

Magic power was rapidly draining from Ophelia's body; she was about to unleash her Noble Phantasm.

“Leaving your Master alone in the hands of the enemy is not the behavior of a Servant. But it doesn’t matter, just use your strongest attack. Ophelia, dodge, don’t get caught in the crossfire.”

Surtr reminded him.

Without hesitation, Ophelia ran away from the two of them.

On the other side, Saber let out a hoarse roar at Surtr.

"This is the dawn of destruction!"

The demonic sword bestowed by the great god Odin, imbued with glory, destruction, jealousy, and the diluted armor of fate, now reveals its true brilliance.

Destructive power erupted from the sword, crimson flames coiling around it. Saber held the demonic sword upside down, pulled her arm back, and then took a sudden step forward, shouting out.

"The Wheel of Calamity!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the demonic sword was hurled out, transforming into a streak of blue-green light that shot forward.

"This power is comparable to that of a holy sword. It's quite impressive."

In the blink of an eye, the demon sword was already in front of Surtr.

The rising light illuminated the corners of her upturned lips. She had no intention of unleashing the heavenly fire. She stepped forward and swung her sword at the treasure filled with destructive power.

Shoot down a hundred heads!

"Is it over?"

A ray of light rose over the snowfield, and the long corridor beneath their feet swayed slightly from the impact. Skadi murmured as she took the short staff she used to tease the crows from their cage.

She took a deep look at the caged bird, then stood up and looked down at the snowfield.

The hot wind mixed with snow made Ophelia unable to open her eyes. When the snowstorm subsided, what appeared before her was a torn land.

Ahead, a large expanse of thick snow melted under the intense heat, and nine dark cracks cleaved through the frozen, hard soil beneath, extending hundreds of meters outwards until they reached Saber, lying on the ground beneath the coniferous forest, her armor shattered.

“Saber?”

Ophelia ran to the other person's side, did a quick check, and breathed a slight sigh of relief after finding that there was nothing seriously wrong.

Turning her head, she looked at the source of the crack. At the center of the Noble Phantasm's explosion, Surtr held a sword, and it was impossible to tell from his appearance whether he was injured.

"He didn't even use the power of the sword? It's stronger than I imagined."

Skadi muttered to herself.

Although its origin is unclear, the sword in the opponent's hand is undoubtedly a weapon even more powerful than the Demon Sword, yet he has no intention of unleashing it even after the battle ends.

Is it because Saber is too weak?

Definitely not. Saber's real name is Sigurd, the foremost hero of Norse mythology, the King of Warriors, and a pinnacle among heroes.

In addition to Surtur's soul, he can even unleash power beyond the limits of his Spirit Origin during battle.

Even after using his Noble Phantasm, Surtr still defeated him with a normal attack.

This only shows that the two sides are simply not on the same level.

A strong teammate is undoubtedly reassuring for the upcoming campaign, but what happens after the campaign? If swords are drawn against each other, the other party will undoubtedly be the most dangerous enemy.

This is getting a bit tricky.

Skadi pondered without showing anything on her face. After a moment, looking at the people gradually returning below, she turned around and gave an order to the Valkyrie behind her.

"Slud, prepare rooms for our guests."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The blonde Valkyrie accepted the order.

A moment later, inside the castle.

"This will be your room."

After walking down the corridor, Slud stopped in front of a room, turned around, and spoke to Surtr behind her in a flat tone.

"Well, thank you very much."

Surtr thanked him, then peeked out and looked into the room.

It was a rather modern, or rather futuristic, room, except that all the furniture was made of ice.

"It's just the Queen's order. Please rest assured and goodbye."

Having no intention of chatting any longer, Slud said a couple of sentences in a completely flat tone before decisively leaving the corridor.

It really is decisive and efficient.

Upon entering the room, Surtr placed the birdcage on the floor and sat down on a chair by the window.

The sky outside the porthole had completely darkened, and on the round table in front of them, a table lamp made of ice crystals was emitting a soft glow.

It's quite dreamy.

Or rather, living in this castle is already dreamlike enough.

It was getting late, so the question of how to defeat Surut was put off until tomorrow.

Leaning back in his chair, Surtr closed his eyes, letting his senses immerse themselves in the castle.

Infernal Ice and Flame Hell: Chapter Nine - Say Thank You Quickly

"Your Majesty, isn't it a bit too hasty to cooperate with them?"

Back in the castle, inside the main hall, Ophelia asked Skadi a question.

The situation just now didn't give her that chance, and only now does she have time to ask the other person's opinion.

All of this happened so fast; the two of them only exchanged less than five sentences before reaching an agreement.

If she hadn't known that Surtr only arrived today, she probably would have thought the two had known each other for a long time.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask for your opinion, but this is the result of my careful consideration. Do you think there's anything wrong with it?"