Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Because she didn't know Odin's condition, she couldn't guarantee a win, but she could obviously dominate in the Norse world without any problems.

"You can catch up now. Don't worry, I definitely won't stop you."

Surtr offered a "kind" reminder, his face beaming with ease.

Then you can just come out, right?

Skadi glanced at Surtr outside the barrier, who had already begun teleporting, then looked at the inside of the barrier, her face filled with conflict.

Her departure is tantamount to Surtr leaving as well.

If she doesn't leave, then the other Surtr can go directly to Hoho in Northern Europe.

It seems... there's nothing to be conflicted about.

"I thought I was well prepared this time, but I didn't expect you to still escape. Now I'm the one who's trapped by you."

Skadi sighed, turned to face Surtr, and clearly had made her decision.

When faced with two evils, choose the lesser one. Although she didn't know this saying, she clearly understood the principle.

The other one is a weakened version in every respect. The Nordic countries still have some fighting force left, so they should be able to resist for a while, and defeating them is not impossible.

But if we put her on the ground, things could get too complicated; it's better to keep her locked up.

"Not really, this is more like king versus king, general versus general."

Surtr comforted the other person.

She doesn't have high requirements for her clones; ideally, they should be able to directly consume the remains, since merging together will be the same later. Even if that doesn't work, they should still disrupt the ritual and drag it out until she returns.

I believe it won't take too long.

Surtr thought to himself, holding the gun in one hand and taking out the Skyfire with the other.

With a gun and a sword, he does have a bit of Diarmuid's style.

Meanwhile, in the Nordic Lostbelt.

Inside the world bubble.

The young man, dressed in a tattered blue robe, looked at the enormous corpse before him and waved his staff.

A magic array unfolded beneath his feet, and his enormous body gradually became ethereal.

He looked at the scene inside the bubble and muttered to himself.

"Tsk, I wonder where she found all these treasures."

The young man was astonished.

Clearly, she was also surprised by Surtr's wealth.

Unfortunately, he can't use it.

Although they don't have any restrictions like those in cultivation novels, these things are actually bound to their owners, so even if you manage to steal them, you can't use them.

Surtr can use it without any scruples because of the system.

If it were possible, he wouldn't need to go through all that trouble chanting spells here to transfer the energy.

He shook his head regretfully.

He looked at the body that was about to disappear, raised the magic circle, muttered something, and prepared to leave together.

But suddenly, as if sensing something, his body froze, and he abruptly turned around, raising his cane.

next moment.

A muffled thud exploded in the air.

The young man's body sank, and his violently trembling crimson eyes reflected a slightly ferocious smile.

"Ha, old man, give me back my body!"

The Infernal Ice and Flame Hell: Chapter Twenty-Eight - Too Ashamed to Show One's Face

To be honest, Surtr and Odin weren't actually very close.

Surtur didn't actually have much of an impression of him. In fact, in the end, Ragnarok originally intended for him to be killed not by Surtur, but by Fenrir the wolf.

but.

She was particularly familiar with the persona they were currently wearing.

Since she transmigrated to the present, there haven't been many times when she could be described as facing a life-or-death crisis, but this guy in front of her is one of them.

It left a very deep impression.

"A dignified God-King appearing in the mortal realm and still having to wear someone else's skin? Are you too ashamed to show your face or what?"

Surtr uttered sarcastic words while his feet firmly planted on the ground. Before the other party could respond, he raised his flaming sword and then swung it down again.

One sword, two swords, three swords

A lightning-fast nine-hit combo.

He had already mastered the skill of shooting down a hundred heads, and even with a different body, he could still perform it without any difficulty.

Behind her, Surut's remains had almost completely vanished by the time she arrived.

There was no time to stop it.

Since that's the case, then we'll just have to kill the person presiding over the ceremony and continue the search.

With just one glance, she knew that the guy in front of her had a spirit origin at most that of an ordinary servant, and judging from his attire, he was a magician.

The powers that can be used are extremely limited, or even almost non-existent.

Then there would be absolutely no worries.

The wooden staff, reinforced with runes, was cleaved in two by the fifth sword strike.

The light from the flaming sword filled Caster's entire field of vision, and his beast-like crimson pupils suddenly contracted.

He had no time to respond to Surtr's taunts, and he didn't even have time to listen to the messages Skadi was sending through the contract. He could only focus all his energy on defense.

He flung out one section of the wooden staff, and it lit up with a dense array of runes.

Its radiance shines forth.

A thunderous explosion rang out between the two.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

The violent impact abruptly widened the already meager distance between the two sides.

Weird.

Caster's body was thrown backward by the impact, and before he could catch his breath, the sword had already sliced ​​through the air, and Surtr had broken through the disturbing smoke much faster than him.

Ignoring the negligible damage inflicted on him by Rune, he transformed into a blur and arrived in front of him before he even landed.

Raise your sword.

"Where did this berserker come from?!"

Caster cried out in surprise, holding up his staff, now only half intact.

The next moment, immense force and deadly heat came from ahead, and vision suddenly blurred.

His tall body flew backward like a cannonball, covering a distance of nearly 100 meters in an instant before being forcibly stopped.

The barrier of the world bubble trembled.

The terrifying shockwave made Caster feel as if his internal organs had shattered, and the broken wooden stick turned charred black.

Before he could recover from the pain, he felt a cold, binding sensation on his ankle.

A silver chain suddenly appeared from the ground.

Immediately afterward, a wave of heat swept across the area in front of us.

The crimson flames illuminated Caster's grinning face.

"That's really ruthless. I've been considering this for three thousand years before deciding to come out of seclusion, and I've only been on the scene for less than ten minutes. Is it really necessary?"

Caster felt his mind was a bit muddled and mumbled incoherently.

He threw the last piece of the wooden staff in his hand and shouted.

"The Great God's Seal!"

With no intention of giving his opponent a chance, Surtr swung his flaming sword without hesitation.

The present world.

Above the ravaged land, the illusory space trembled slightly.

next moment.

boom!

Suddenly, a huge gap appeared in the empty space, and blazing fire burst forth from the gap, stretching outwards for hundreds of meters like a surging tide.

White, scalding mist rises from the earth, the light of dusk shines into the enclosed bubble of the world from the outside, and scalding winds exchange within the space.

Surtr stepped onto the scorching ground and arrived at the edge of the world bubble, gazing at the lower leg on the ground that was gradually turning into spirit particles.

"Hmph, you win."

Surtr frowned and looked inside the World Bubble, at the spot where Surtr had originally been placed.

The giant, the size of a small mountain, has disappeared and is probably now in the enemy's hands.

However, she wasn't too anxious.

Although she was slightly annoyed that Caster wasn't killed outright, she still lost a leg after taking a hit from her, which was at least a serious injury.

The ceremony was clearly impossible to hold under those circumstances.

There's still some time.

Moreover, she also had some ideas about where to put the body.

the other side.

Inside Skadi's castle.

Inside the main hall, the magic array lit up, and soon a red shadow emerged from it.

"It's so hot! It's so hot!"

The cold palace instantly warmed up considerably, and a large fireball hopped around in the hall, emitting strange cries.

A rune flashed overhead, and a column of water descended from the sky.

With a whoosh.

The flames were extinguished, revealing the disheveled caster inside.

The already tattered mage robe became even more worn, with large patches of charred skin visible through the tears. Worst of all, the right calf was missing.

cough cough.

Covering his mouth, Caster coughed heavily, and when he opened his palm, you could see blood and foam mixed with bits of flesh.

"hiss!!!"

He was breathing heavily.

Although the Servant's body is quite sturdy, this kind of injury is still extremely fatal, but fortunately the rune's power is strong enough.

Careless.

I should have brought a few Valkyries with me; otherwise, we would have been completely helpless.

This is a mess.

In a sense, Surtr was right before.

Because he felt guilty about leaving Skadi here for three thousand years without any regard for her, he was hesitant to meet her directly, so he specially disguised himself.

It was just a ceremony, and we thought that would be enough, but now it seems that was a completely wrong decision.

Caster sighed inwardly.

But he also knew that now was clearly not the time to sigh and complain.