Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Kirshtalia said, "I suppose I have a good understanding of the character of my servants."

"This... I cannot guarantee the other party's life."

Ophelia made a prior statement.

Surtr's power has clearly surpassed the category of a god-level Servant; even a god cannot guarantee their own safety.

"It seems that you are quite wary of her. Don't worry, if something really happens, it's her own choice."

Kirshtalia responded calmly.

“I understand, Lord Kirshtalia.”

"Then I'll wait for your good news."

As he spoke, the projection on the table disappeared without a trace.

After the other person left, Ophelia sat back down in the chair at the table. She turned her head to look out the porthole; from this vantage point, she could still see the buildings that had been damaged earlier.

I don't know how their discussion is going right now.

Ophelia glanced at the Command Seals in her hand and shook her head.

Because of her status as a Servant, she was excluded from the war council.

It's not that we should rule it out.

At first, they even wanted to invite Saber to be a special military advisor for the extermination conference, to discuss how to efficiently eliminate themselves.

As a result, Saber went berserk on the spot and got beaten up again.

In order to maintain her fragile relationship with her Servant, Ophelia stayed in the room and did not provoke him.

He sighed inwardly.

No wonder people say that the most frightening thing is comparison.

You might not feel anything wrong with driving your beat-up little car, but when you see a fully upgraded luxury car drive by, the shortcomings of your own little car become magnified.

It's true what they say, comparisons are the thief of joy.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Inside the castle, in a cluttered room, next to a square table.

Surtr rested her chin on her folded hands, looked at Skadi opposite her, and said seriously.

"So you're saying that even if the two of us combined, we still couldn't beat him?"

The Infernal Ice and Flame Hell: Chapter Fifteen - The Fruit of Impermanence

Inside the castle, in the council chamber.

Deep, smooth cracks were etched into the thick walls, the floor was littered with shattered ice, and the exquisite decorations inside had been completely destroyed.

In the center of the room, at either end of the only intact square table, sat two figures.

"So, even if the two of us combine our efforts, we still can't beat him."

Surtr crossed her arms and rested her chin on them, watching Skadi sitting opposite her, drinking ice water.

After exchanging displays of strength, the two arrived at this location and engaged in a deep discussion about how to kill Surtr. They even tried to consult Saber, but she seemed uninterested in the topic, strongly protested, and attempted to physically confront others.

Unfortunately, they had no choice but to ask him to leave.

of course.

As for the outcome of the discussion...

Not yet.

With their current strength, it seems they can't defeat him.

"Yes, although three thousand years have reduced his heat, unless he is weakened to the point of being nothing but ashes, as long as that sword is there, we will have a hard time matching him."

Skadi nodded.

The power to bring disaster upon himself, along with the sword of fire, are Surtur's most powerful elements.

His body has been worn down over three thousand years, and consequently, the power he can wield is not as strong as it once was.

If handled properly, the two of them might actually be able to slowly wear down the opponent.

But another point.

That sword.

The Flame Sword Levantine is a divinely forged weapon crafted from a planet. Similar to the Holy Lance, it is more focused on destructive power, prioritizing life above all else. Anything tangible, even a god, will be destroyed.

With that sword, even if its own power is somewhat limited, as long as enough magic is injected, the sword can still unleash its full power.

Just like a Servant's Noble Phantasm.

The Servant's physical strength is limited, but they are able to use Noble Phantasms that far exceed their own power.

Unless the opponent's body is so weak that they can't even use a sword properly, but that's clearly not the case right now.

"Hmm, this is troublesome. By the way, you've been here for so many years, haven't you come up with any final plans or anything? What if the other side suddenly breaks the seal?"

Surtr tried to get this guy, who had been here for three thousand years, to bring out some of his best stuff.

"If the seal is broken, the best outcome would probably be to exile him."

Skadi responded.

"exile?"

"Use runes to tear open space and throw him into other worlds, or imaginary space, anything outside of this world will do."

She explained that this was Skadi's last line of defense in case of an accident.

Since it's just throwing away trash, there's no need for precise location tracking; the goal is simply to ensure the other party can't find it again.

However, the success rate is uncertain, since the other party is not some immobile doll.

"Runes can do anything, but exile... oh well..."

Surtr sighed and then shook his head.

Exile is obviously out of the question; it doesn't align with Surtr's goals. Even Skadi wouldn't want to do that unless absolutely necessary. Both of them are waiting for Surtr to give them a huge amount of gold.

Once exiled, there's nowhere to find another one.

This is unacceptable to both of them.

But it seems like we can't win in a head-on confrontation.

"If only we could steal his sword."

Surtr muttered to himself, the most crucial issue now was that sword.

They have no chance of winning if that problem isn't solved.

steal.

That's certainly a possibility, but it's clearly impossible. When Odin set the seal, he also put the sword in the cage. Even if the opponent were to escape, stealing something right under the Fire Giant King's nose would be a pipe dream.

The other party isn't Zeus.

"How long will it take for him to weaken?"

"Surtr asked."

"Conservatively speaking, it will take another two thousand years."

"Two thousand years..."

Surtr can't wait that long.

Although she no longer felt the same urgency as before after traveling through time so many times and knowing that it was impossible to return home quickly, two thousand years was still too long.

As for human resources, to be honest, she didn't have much hope. That company was as stingy as a miser, and she felt she wouldn't get any support from them.

However, even with support, it probably won't be able to make much of a difference.

Stealing won't work, there's no support, and waiting for the opponent to weaken is too time-consuming.

None of the three methods at this stage seem to be feasible; the most likely solution is to wait until the old man gets old.

Weaken it.

Couldn't it be shorter?

Surtr muttered to himself, just about to open the system to see if there was anything he could do to help.

Suddenly, the image of something flashed through her mind.

With a loud bang, Surtr slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"what happened?"

Skadi's body trembled slightly, clearly startled by the sudden movement.

"I have an idea."

Surtr said, reaching into his backpack and taking a fruit out of it, placing it on the table.

It was a bright red fruit, oval in shape, and its appearance seemed to be pieced together from scales.

Skadi could sense magical fluctuations from above, indicating that it was clearly not an ordinary fruit, but she couldn't determine its specific effects.

"This is?"

She asked.

"This is the fruit of impermanence."

Surtr explained.

"In Greek mythology, Typhon, the ancestor of monsters, gained the upper hand in his battle with Zeus by stealing his thunderbolts. However, he was tricked by the Fates into eating the fruit that could grant any wish."

"But the fruit did not grant all wishes; rather, it possessed the power to make all wishes impossible. Typhon lost his power after eating the fruit and was ultimately defeated by Zeus."

"And this is the fruit. If Surut eats this, the chances of defeating him will definitely increase greatly."

Surtr's tone involuntarily rose two notches.

Surtur's wish is to burn down a planet, and for this he must have enough power. If the fruit's anti-wish mechanism takes effect, he will be greatly weakened instead.

Of course, Surtr didn't say it was absolute. After all, it was just a fruit, which could probably only weaken the opponent, not completely render them powerless.

"You have so many amazing things to say, but if it's this one, then it's definitely possible."

Skadi clearly agreed with this idea.

This fruit has already been tested on Typhon, and it should work on Surut too.

"However, there's a problem. How do we get him to eat it? This fruit will probably be evaporated by the flames on his body before it even reaches his stomach."

Skadi said.

As for deception.

Does anyone really believe what their enemy says?

"That's easy."

Surtr was full of confidence.

"What do you think about burying it in the Imaginary Tree?"

The Infernal Ice and Flame Hell: Chapter Sixteen - Another Choice

How to get Surut to eat the Impermanence Fruit is the question.

Even if you put something obviously problematic right in front of him, he wouldn't be able to eat it. Besides, the high temperature on his body would probably burn the fruit before it even entered his stomach.

If possible, you should make him eat it willingly.

So Surtr came up with the idea of ​​the Imaginary Tree.

If you want to burn a planet, you need to restore your power, and the easiest way is to just eat that thing.

If you bury the fruit inside the tree and then gently guide it, it will eventually be able to eat the tree trunk along with it.

The reason why Surt wanted to devour the Imaginary Tree was clearly because he wanted to regain his power, so the power of the Impermanence Fruit could also be activated normally.

We can cut him down along with the Imaginary Tree when the time comes.