Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"A world where hope is completely swallowed up is truly terrifying."

Even someone as strong as him dared not slacken in the slightest when in such an extremely desperate situation.

This realm is slowly eroding his mind, robbing him of hope, and any delay will plunge him into utter nothingness.

But he was not afraid. He was never afraid of death. There was only one thing that could truly frighten him.

That is, one's enemy is too weak.

The power Surtr was displaying at that moment filled him with genuine pleasure.

The realm of despair is very strong.

"but!"

The God of War let out a cold snort, his tone suddenly becoming sharp, and the spear of light in his hand suddenly burst forth with a dazzling golden light, piercing through the darkness and illuminating a small patch of the world.

He stomped his foot hard in the void, and golden divine light spread and expanded in the darkness at a visible speed, like a wildfire, forcefully resisting the dark power of despair, neither of them compatible.

Conflict, destruction, and calamity—the laws of the God of War intertwine and entwine in the void, attempting to carve out a domain of their own within Surtr's despairing realm.

"Tsk."

Surtr couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. Using domain expansion to counter domain expansion, this world is the same.

Black and gold mingled, collided, and devoured each other; the two extreme forces raged within the domain, and Surtr's Despair Domain was forcibly divided into two distinct sides.

On one side was deathly still and cold, on the other side was blazing and violent.

Isn't there something off about this art style? How did she end up being the one who's cold one day?

For the time being, it seems that the God of War has resisted the invasion of the Despair Realm and can even fight back against it.

But this is just the beginning.

In the deathly silent domain, clusters of black and red flames suddenly ignited, black snowflakes slowly fell from the void, and withered trees twisted and grew wildly, suppressing the God of War's domain along with the flames and snowflakes, forcibly suppressing the golden light he had raised, inch by inch.

The competition in any field is essentially a contest of concepts between the two sides.

Before she reached despair, Surtr was already no weaker than her opponent, and now she would only be stronger.

The God of War was astonished.

Even my strongest self can be surpassed?

"Hmph, even the strongest will eventually come to an end."

Surtr slightly raised his chin and gave a cold snort.

"Your ultimate fate can only be to fall into nothingness and be completely annihilated."

As soon as he finished speaking, Surtr raised his hand.

High in the sky, the blade of the Flame Sword appeared out of thin air, its black and red flames burning fiercely. Like a falling meteor, it brought with it a world-destroying power as it slashed down fiercely towards the God of War from the sky.

"If I fall into nothingness, it only means that I am not strong enough!"

Artes' eyes narrowed. Without flinching or dodging, he resisted the corrosive power of despair on his mind while fiercely swinging the spear of light in his hand, piercing through the falling giant sword.

At this moment, he held nothing back. The divine power within him erupted without restraint, his presence rapidly expanding. His figure moved like lightning, instantly breaking through the obstruction of the dark flames and rushing to Surtr. The spear of light in his hand, carrying a world-destroying power, pierced straight towards her heart.

"Ha, that's a good idea."

Surtr curled his lips into a smile, and instead of retreating, he advanced, taking a step forward. The darkness beneath his feet instantly exploded, and he swung his flaming sword fiercely, colliding violently with his opponent's spear of light.

She tilted her head slightly, looking directly at the tall giant in front of her.

"Then let's see if you're strong enough."

Now, time is on her side.

Swords and guns clashed and separated repeatedly, the ear-piercing metallic clang echoing throughout the area.

Two beams of light, one black and one white, crisscrossed and fought endlessly in the void. As time passed, the golden divine light around the God of War gradually subsided, and the dark power of despair clung to his back like maggots.

Hmph, it's almost over.

Surtr was in a good mood.

two hours.

The aura of nothingness stained his pure white wings, turning one wing completely black. But the God of War seemed oblivious to this, continuing his relentless battle with Surtr, the light at the tip of his spear never dimming.

Four hours.

Half of his wings were now stained black, the once pristine white feathers now a strange mix of black and white. Yet the God of War's expression remained unchanged, his fighting spirit burning brightly, and his attacks grew even more ferocious.

Eight hours.

His wings had turned completely black, as if they had been pulled from ink. The God of War had completely transformed into the appearance of a fallen angel, and even his once brilliant golden pupils had become dim, losing their former sharpness.

Even so, his gaze remained fixed on Surtr, his spear never ceasing as he launched fierce attacks time and again without the slightest hesitation.

Sixteen hours, thirty-two hours... a day and a night, the fighting never stopped. The God of War was like a tireless fighting machine, his erosion worsening day by day, but his opponent never fell, as if there were no limits.

Surtr's brows furrowed.

One's own realm of despair is never just about instilling despair. It can also erode the body and soul, robbing hope away.

Even if this guy has a strong will, he will quickly fall into nothingness and lose all consciousness under such endless despair.

The God of War, whose will had been tainted by nothingness and whose divine body had been eroded by the power of despair, why did his attacks still show no signs of weakening?

Surtr could not comprehend just how deep was the obsession with battle that a battle maniac, who had suppressed his desire for battle for countless millennia, could possess.

For the God of War, battle is more important than life, more important than anything else.

Even when one's will is clouded, even when one has forgotten everything and is about to fall into nothingness, the only thought that will not disappear is the will to fight.

His body is being eroded? It doesn't matter. He is the strongest, and he will always be the strongest. His condition is completely irrelevant.

That's cheating.

Surtr was speechless.

It feels like continuing like this is just a waste of time, so we'll have to resort to our last resort.

Make a decision in your heart.

brush!

A golden spear shadow suddenly swept across the dark space, carrying a world-destroying power. But the moment the spear tip fell, Surtr's figure had already disappeared from the spot, as if he had never been there at all.

The next second, she was already standing on the planet, her body engulfed in black and red flames that dyed the entire sky an eerie dark red. She slowly raised the flaming sword in her hand, its tip pointing directly at the already riddled and crumbling earth beneath her, which was teetering on the brink of collapse during their battle.

No Game No Life Zero: Chapter 52 Pretty

On the other side, at the other end of the planet.

"Phew, that was terrifying, but now that I'm here, I should be completely safe, right? Come to think of it, didn't I say something similar before?"

On Abang's back, Azriel leaned lazily against Jibril's chest, scratching the back of her head with her little hand.

Jibril pinched her soft cheek and teased her.

"That's right, and we're already running away again so soon after we said that. Are you a jinx, senior?"

"That's none of my business."

Azriel immediately puffed out her cheeks.

"That must have been an accident."

She looked up into the distance, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no unusual lights in her field of vision.

"We've all run to the other side of the planet this time, so far from the battlefield, there's no way we'll still be affected, right?"

"Yeah, it shouldn't be that bad... huh?"

Jibril stopped abruptly as soon as she finished speaking, slowly lowered her head, and looked down at Azriel's lower back.

Those pure white wings were emitting a faint purple halo.

"Ah! What, what's going on?"

Someone exclaimed in surprise and looked around. They saw that all the Skywing species present were experiencing the same phenomenon.

"Look below!"

Raphael’s urgent voice suddenly rang out, and she pointed to the area below Abant.

Azriel and Jibril immediately looked in the direction she pointed, their expressions hardening.

Beneath Abant, the vast land seemed to come alive, convulsing and trembling violently. The earth sank and rose sharply in highly irregular motions.

The land was sliced ​​like paper, turning into huge projectiles that shot into the sky.

"Abang-kun, take off quickly! Damn it, what happened?!"

Meanwhile, above the crimson moon, in a tranquil, silvery-white world, a slender figure quietly peeked out.

She was a Moonlit Maiden with a single horn on her head and two long rabbit ears that trembled slightly.

She lay on the edge of the red moon, peering down, and then her eyes widened suddenly, her expression freezing instantly.

A spherical object is disintegrating and breaking apart.

It's as if someone is using a giant hammer to smash a dried mud ball, and the once whole ball shatters into countless clods and fragments of varying sizes in an instant.

The girl blinked and raised her small hand to rub her eyes vigorously.

Only after confirming that he was not hallucinating did his expression change from blank to horrified.

Its two long ears suddenly stood up, and it turned and ran wildly toward the city on the red moon.

"Oh no! Disboard has cracked!"

……

Disboard.

Surtr landed steadily on a piece of land floating in the air.

Raise your head.

In sight, a giant net that once covered the entire planet is now rapidly dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Elf Corridor.

Constructed entirely of elves, it was the source of all magical power in this world. At the moment the planet was destroyed, this giant net that covered the entire planet was also torn apart.

But Surtr knew very well that the giant net in the sky was merely a facade of the Elven Corridor; the true core lay hidden deep underground, in the deepest part of the planet, intimately connected to its core.

The scene after the stars shattered was unexpectedly beautiful.

Really beautiful.

From the shattered star core, countless elves emitting a pale blue glow erupted into the sky like fountains.

Densely packed, they converged into a dazzling blue ocean. They intertwined and flowed in the air, forming a blue curtain large enough to cover the entire sky, surging towards the shattered remnants of the planet.

The immense power contained within the gathered elves startled even someone as strong as Surtr.

Ding.

It was as if a clear and melodious sound rang in my ears.

Surtr paused slightly, then instinctively turned her head, and a clear, translucent object entered her field of vision.

It was a regular dodecahedron, as if sculpted from the purest crystal, slowly rotating in the starry sky. Its translucent surface reflected the blue light of an elf, and its interior seemed to contain a dazzling galaxy, its light soft yet carrying a breathtaking aura.

Star Cup.

Surtr's breathing suddenly stopped.

This is not the fake one that Okan had; it is the genuine, cosmic-level ultimate device, embodying the concept of omniscience and omnipotence.

She instinctively took two steps forward, but then stopped.

Surtr slowly raised her head, gazing at the distant sky. There, she saw a tall white figure hovering in the void, looking down at her. The power of that figure had not diminished at all; on the contrary, it was even stronger than before.

Surtr frowned slightly, puzzled.

The destruction of the Elven Corridor will strip all magic users in this world of their power. As a race born from the Elven Corridor, the Divine Race should, somehow, be affected as well.

But the God of War before them showed no signs of being affected; on the contrary, he grew even stronger. This was utterly illogical.

But then, she looked up at the blue ocean in the sky, formed by the gathering of elves, and a look of understanding flashed in her eyes.