Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Living throughout this Lostbelt, whether awake or asleep, all the immense beings are now looking in the same direction.

On her face, the queen's shackles, that faceless mask, shattered with a crash.

With their heads tilted back and their ferocious mouths open, they roared, praising the king who brought about the end, the great Fiery Sword, Surt, in a language incomprehensible to humans.

Swinging their arms and striding their legs, the giants ran across the snow, all heading in the same direction to participate in the final Ragnarok.

The earth was shaking.

In a short while, dozens of tall, dark figures arrived, roaring as they rushed toward the two.

"I'll handle it."

Skadi finished speaking, turned around, and swung her staff down. Instantly, a chill ran through the air.

The pure white frost spread across the cracked earth all the way to the giant's feet.

The sound of frost freezing.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of giants transformed into crystalline sculptures.

Surtr paid no attention to the battle behind him.

Giants are a powerful race, but they are still no match for the authority of the gods.

She drew her bow again, aiming it at the distance.

The target was Surut's arm.

The existence of that sword prevented her from accurately hitting the core. Since that was the case, she would just slowly wear it down. She had plenty of time and patience.

But Surut was not as flustered as he had been just now.

Suppressing the physical pain.

He spoke again.

"Burn, burn! We will burn this land to ashes, and you will be the fire starters who ignite the flames."

As soon as he finished speaking, flames rose from the ground behind where Surtr stood.

The Infernal Ice and Flame Hell: Chapter Twenty-One - The Imaginary Tree?

"What the hell?"

It felt familiar, or rather, a completely identical force was rising behind us.

Surtr turned his head.

Behind them, steam rose, and the ice crystals used to bind the giants began to melt. Fire giants, frost giants, and mountain giants, despite their different species, all burst forth with similar crimson flames.

The already ferocious faces became even more distorted, crimson patterns flowed across their bodies, the giants roared, their already towering bodies continued to expand, their aura surged wildly, and their power increased continuously, but at the same time, the thing called reason completely disappeared from their minds at this moment.

"No, forget about the fire giants, what are you two doing getting involved?"

“That’s Surut’s flames. His flames twisted the minds of these giants three thousand years ago, and now they’re directly detonating them.”

Skadi explained quickly, her gaze fixed on the distance where more and more crazed giants were charging towards them.

Thousands upon thousands.

Given the giants' incredible vitality, their numbers might even exceed those of humans, and among them are some of the most powerful beings.

Being attacked in this self-destructive manner is quite troublesome now.

"That guy really doesn't do anything right, it's a shame he calls himself the King of Giants."

Surtr held Surtr in even greater contempt; perhaps in his eyes, these giants were not even his own kind.

"Stop!"

Surtr attempted to issue commands to them; as the inheritor of Surtr's power, she possessed similar abilities.

This was the case when we went to Skadi's castle earlier.

But this time.

However, no obvious effect was observed.

The giants paused for only a moment before resuming their attack and lunging at them again.

"Tsk."

Surtr clicked his tongue in surprise, but he wasn't particularly surprised by the situation.

This is not a difference in power, but simply a matter of authority, just like when the emperor and the crown prince give orders at the same time, whose order should be obeyed?

Unfortunately, Surtr's coup attempt failed, and the old man, Dennis, is still sitting on the throne.

And now, Old Deng is going to run away.

Behind them, at the same time the giant arrived, Surtur also made a move.

The massive body cautiously retreated, taking a step that covered hundreds of meters, heading further north into the mountains, where his things lay.

"That location... Oh no, he's got his eye on the Imaginary Tree!"

Upon seeing the direction the other party had left in, Skadi instantly understood what Surt wanted to do.

"You have quite an appetite."

Surtr pointed her longbow at Surt, but the next moment, she turned it around and drew the bowstring toward the shadow that loomed behind her.

The bronze-colored, stone-like armor was easily pierced, half of the mountain giant's body was destroyed, and his empty gaze fell on Surtr. Then, a bright red light shone.

A violent explosion, a loud bang.

"They can even self-destruct? Is it really that artistic?"

Surtr's body leaped out of the flames.

Their gazes fell in all directions as giants covered in crimson patterns emerged from all sides, completely surrounding them.

Surt's blessing? The curse enhanced the giants' power, making them fearless and resilient to both her flames and Skadi's ice.

"This quantity, while not enough to pose a threat, seems to be enough to buy us some time."

As Surtr spoke, he leaped backward, dodging a giant's sudden attack.

"Well, if the opponent isn't me."

She landed beside Skadi, slung her longbow over her shoulder, crouched down, and placed her hands on the ground.

The next moment, golden ripples spread across the earth beneath the giants' feet, turning the scorched earth golden, as if opening the gates to a golden city.

However, this door cannot lead to the Golden City; rather, it leads to...

death.

The sharp edge peeked out from between the ripples, and then it went straight for the giants' lower path.

If they still have any sense, they will probably never forget what happened today.

In an instant, most of the giants died, and then...

boom.

A giant flower of fire bloomed on the snowfield.

Surut ran across the snow; his massive body could cause the earth to tremble and mountains to collapse simply by moving.

He could cover hundreds of meters with each step, and nothing could hinder his progress, whether it was mountains or rivers. Although he was not very agile, he had a natural advantage over others when it came to traveling.

In just a short while, he had traversed dozens of kilometers and arrived at his destination.

It was a mountain range with nothing in it.

But he knew that thing, the Imaginary Tree, was there.

He raised his sword and swept it horizontally.

As if a transparent membrane had been sliced ​​open, the air twisted, and then, in the place that had been empty, a thick, towering tree suddenly appeared.

It was an extremely magnificent plant.

The massive, complex root system seeped into the snow-covered earth, and the thick trunks meandered upwards, reaching a height that even he had to look up at. The branching twigs grew haphazardly, forming a huge emerald crown in the sky.

?

It feels like this tree looks a little different from before.

It's less of a figment of imagination and more of a...

A question flashed through Surut's mind, but then, a surge of magical energy suddenly appeared between his body and the tree in front of him.

Damn.

They've already caught up! Are those giants all useless?!

Cursing inwardly, Surut didn't hesitate for a moment. He raised his flaming sword and summoned all the magic he could muster. A dazzling light shone from the blade as he slashed forward with all his might.

Surtr's body had just appeared in the air when he saw the incoming slash of light.

Just as she was about to counter with an attack, Skadi spoke first and stopped her.

"We're too close to the tree here, we can't attack!"

As they spoke, runes appeared, unfurling a massive barrier of light in front of them, enveloping their bodies and a large surrounding area.

Immediately afterwards, the flaming sword fell and collided head-on with the barrier.

The blinding, scorching light enveloped the entire area.

A dull, loud thud.

The water-ripple pattern spread rapidly above the barrier, and after an extremely brief period of persistence, it rang out with a sound like porcelain shattering.

The barrier is broken.

It was done hastily, and on such a large scale.

Even Skadi couldn't possibly imbue this barrier with much defensive power.

Even though Surut had been weakened, this attack still possessed considerable power, enough to burn the person and the tree behind them together.

The left and right sides only need the power of the tree; whether it's alive or dead doesn't matter.

Infernal Ice and Flame Hell: Chapter Twenty-Two - This is My Sword

The barrier shattered like snowflakes; the hasty preparations were utterly inadequate to withstand the powerful blow, and light and heat engulfed every inch of the space.

However, the time gained was enough to open up a new situation.

A silver round shield appeared in Surtr's hand; it was her only large-scale defensive weapon, given her maxed-out single-target defense.

This is a treasure crafted by Hephaestus, the god of craftsmen, and records the life journey of a certain hero.

Its name.

"A small world surrounding the heavens!"

The world changed the moment the magical language was uttered.

The barrier unfolds, revealing an illusory scene before your eyes: the life of Achilles, a hero who streaked across an entire era like a shooting star, a life that was extremely short yet incredibly brilliant.

Before the blade of the Flame Sword lies the concept of the world.

Oh.

Surut sneered.

The divinely created weapon, Levantine, is a treasure that strips away the world; the world of concepts can be destroyed with a flick of the wrist.

"Nonsense, of course I know."

Suddenly, Surtr's figure flashed in front of the world, placing himself under the attack's target.

"What you want to have a go at isn't that thing at all."

She said that.

While the Noble Phantasm Levadin's power was somewhat reduced, its fundamental nature remained unchanged. In this world where compatibility is paramount, using a barrier-type Noble Phantasm to resist is like throwing an egg against a rock.

Surtr never expected to force an encounter with his opponent using that thing.

Why release them then?

It was merely to ensure the safety of the rear in the event of an upcoming conflict.