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The people present clearly possessed a considerable degree of divinity.

Although Brunhilde, as the daughter of a great god, had been stripped of her divinity, her current full use of rune power has allowed her to regain her demigod nature.

Sigurd is also a descendant of the great god Odin and possesses a level B divinity. Manjushri, needless to say, has an even more intense divinity.

Therefore, it is difficult to pass through the flames in front of you. The special attack of the gods will not work on defense, but the scorching flames surround everything around you.

"We still need a decisive blow, a blow that can completely defeat Surut's attack. Leave it to me, I've been preparing for this for a long time, so don't steal my credit, Sigurd."

Surtur, still in his fully-fledged state, is not someone who can be easily defeated.

After all, the Surt we see now is not the same Surt who just escaped from Odin's prison and was in poor condition.

Instead, it absorbed the Imaginary Tree through the Plane Moon, directly returning to its peak state, swallowing the giant wolf Fenrir, and appearing ready to slaughter the gods.

Although he is still trapped at this moment, it is likely that if only a few more minutes pass, allowing Sulte to once again break free and swing his weapon, the situation will completely change.

"Then it's up to you, Hafdan. Brunhilde and I will pave the way for you! O demon sword of the sun, unleash destruction with your body—'Bolverk Gram'!"

Sigurd's Noble Phantasm, unleashed once more, cleaved through the flames ahead, while Brunhilde, in her Primordial Rune Released Form, unleashed a wide-range attack to amplify Sigurd's assault.

"Don't think about it!"

Surtur was well aware of everyone's plans and actions, and raised the arm that had transformed into ice flames to display Fenrir's power.

That arm suddenly exploded, turning into truly frigid ice and snow.

The ice powers that Surtur received from Fenrir were not actually that powerful, as can be seen from the fact that the Niflheim Wind was only at Rank B.

Ice is not important to Surtur; what he acquires more is the power of the gods and the abilities of the beasts of the dead.

But in this Nordic world, he can still exert a powerful effect, not by controlling ice and snow in his own form, but by using Fenrir. 8.

This howling blizzard is a re-enactment of Fenrir's breath, which once devoured half of Niflheim and possessed bones, flesh, and a heart of ice. (5)

The chilling wind's breath froze everyone who was desperately trying to resist the flames, even freezing them in place. 7

Even the sun summoned by Manjusaka could not escape the power of the ice wolf's breath, freezing it in mid-air in the form of a golden lion.

"So-called heroic spirits, so-called humans, are nothing but sacrifices to my flames. Let us await the twilight!"

Surtur bought himself time with his freezing power, and with his other hand he grasped the Fiery Sword, finally preparing to raise it once more.

"It seems you don't know that I just survived a raging blizzard and endured extreme cold to get here. This level of cold can't stop me; everything you're thinking is just wishful thinking!"

Of course, the real reason was not like that; it was simply that Manjusaka used the protection of the sun god to escape from the cold. (iv)

This isn't magic, so whether or not it involves magic is irrelevant. (ii)

Although it has lost the sun's protection and can no longer see sunlight, there is still a chance given its current state.

Without hesitation, Manju raised the trident in his hand and extracted all the magic power from the magic block he had obtained from the remnants of the Imaginary Tree.

Relying on his previous knowledge of modifying his Spirit Origin, he wielded a vast magical power that was beyond what his current Spirit Origin could possess. Ultimately, with the blessing of the many goddesses surrounding him, he was able to fully wield the Trishura in his hand.

"O Haro, destroy all things!"

Manjushri loudly called out the name of Shiva, freeing the trident in his hand, and at the same time went to sing a song praising Shiva.

The full power of the trident was unleashed as it was hurled from Manjusaki's hand.

Surtur, who had just raised the Fiery Sword, didn't even have time to swing it down before Shiva's trident pierced his body.

"Why...why...! How could I be...!"

Surut let out an incredulous sound. The trident did not exude much power, but the moment it pierced Surut's body, destruction and death were injected into him.

What is the giant's enormous body made of? It is the realm of fire, the world ruled by Surte—Muspelheim.

The trident of the shattered world is functioning, leading the entire ②∧：⑨◆≠④—＞０<◎④③≯→⑤⑥〔/④蒐索ＱUン:火之域Muspelheim toward destruction.

Surut could neither stop it nor reverse it; this was an attack on the world, and he himself existed within it, so he could not escape destruction.

"I was killed by humans! Flame was killed by human reason! Who! Who! Who!"

The fire giant could only let out a mournful howl like a defeated dog at the moment of his death, because he could no longer resist his fate of defeat, so all his struggles seemed meaningless.

"I am the one who killed you, the man who defeated the gods, killed the beasts, and crushed the Mother Goddess of Origin!"

If you want to hold a grudge, then hold one; if you want to curse, then curse while you still can! But even then, I'll probably forget about you anyway.

Chapter Fifty-One Decision

"No matter what, I'll drag you down with me! Die! You bastard!"

As he lay dying, Surut seemed devoid of reason, using his last strength and magic to manipulate the runes of death.

At the very top of that body made of ice and fire, the giant king, his face distorted and filled with cruelty, had the deepest darkness shining from the depths of his eyes.

The primordial runes he unleashed with all his magic power at the moment of his death must have been extremely powerful, which even brought a look of joy to Surt's face.

This joy arises from the fact that someone will be buried with him; he wants his enemies to burn with him, and when he is completely consumed by the flames, they will turn to ashes with him.

"In the final madness of death, did you not even realize that this body was originally just a broken, empty shell? Thank you for your extra effort, Brunhilde, but there's really no need to sustain my life any longer."

Manju felt his own spiritual core shatter completely because Shiva's trident had been fully unleashed.

But Surut didn't notice this. It wasn't that he was blind; it was just that he was on the verge of death and couldn't see clearly.

Brunhilde, standing nearby, used rune magic to heal Manshu's spirit core, preventing it from shattering immediately.

But Rune could not escape death. He did not dodge the magic in Manjusaka and witnessed the pitch-black darkness engulfing him.

The darkness, like burning charcoal, then ignited Manjushri himself, turning his body into a burning flame.

"Ah, what a beautiful sight! Life has value. But this is it! How can I be the only one to perish? I'll drag you all down with me!"

As he watched Manshu burn, Surut let out a final, thunderous laugh before his destruction, but his destruction had also come to an end, and the flames had already died out.

"This seems quite gratifying, Surut. You have personally proven that the flames you sought to seize the Book ◇】瓵→%鵡∧＂qi℃＃6露±伞∏'⑷ˇ【俬"＾二 could not usurp the sun. The sun still burns before your eyes, while you have vanished into ashes!"

Manju waved his hand to extinguish the flames on his body. His charred body did not disappear; instead, it stared mockingly at the falling Surut.

"Oh, how could this be! How could I bear such an ending...!"

Surtur's dying cries echoed through the sky. In the end, the Flame Giant King accomplished nothing and simply collapsed and disappeared.

Surut's delusional attempt to burn the entire world to ashes could only remain empty talk, vanishing with the raging winds that rose more than 500 meters above the ground.

In the end, nothing was left but the traces left by the destructive flames, but even these traces would soon disappear.

"Darling, it seems the time is almost up."

Brunhilde, her nameless face showing sadness, squinted her eyes and snuggled close to Sigurd.

"Hmm, the magic power is exhausted. Is this the end?"

Sigurd had previously comforted them, saying that as Servants, they were merely fleeting visitors destined to leave.

But to be able to fight alongside Brunhilde like this, not facing each other with swords drawn but talking to each other, is a scene that is impossible to imagine.

Thus, a hint of sadness appeared on Sigurd's face. Even the fearless hero could not help but let the burning emotions within him flow through him without fear.

"You should be able to maintain this for a while longer. I should have disappeared after using Shiva's trident, not to mention I also suffered the death rune of Surut."

Although Surute died filled with resentment, he was still a formidable opponent, and killing him at the cost of one's own life wasn't too bad.

Manju stroked his chest, feeling the spiritual core that was barely held together, hoping to break free from this state and return the magic to Brunhilde.

"No need. I have only fulfilled my duty. I am already satisfied to be with Sigurd like this. You still have your duties to fulfill, don't you? You can't just give up here, can you? There's no need to feel sorry for this. My journey has ended here."

Brunhilde simply waved her hand gently, then gave a sweet, girlish smile and continued looking at Sigurd.

“I am so happy to be able to fight alongside you like this, Zigurd, holding a spear. I never imagined such a thing, so I am very satisfied, it’s like a dream, I have realized a dream I never dared to hope for.”

"If this is your gun, then be prepared to face the consequences at any time. If we meet again somewhere else, then kill me without hesitation. If this is proof of your love, then I will definitely survive and prove my love to you."

Sigurd responded readily, "Healthy nine★"4:8]bait 14々3毶0-≮Wuzhong±zhuanqun: his smile struck Brunhilde's heart.

"Um……"

A blush crept up Brunhilde's cheeks, and she responded softly.

Under the watchful eyes of such people, the two of them spent their last moments, disappearing together as light transformed into spiritual particles.

"Alas, I can only accept this with a heavy heart. However, the effects of runic magic have only barely maintained my shattered spirit core, so I should still be able to accompany you through this Lost Path for a while longer. I wonder if that benevolent goddess has already made her choice..."

Given Brunhilde's behavior, Manshu could only silently accept this kindness.

After all, they both thought about it and realized that they really needed to take a few more steps. This Lostbelt hadn't reached its end yet, and Surtr wasn't the true King of the Lostbelt.

Although it was the final device that wiped out the gods, the king of this Lostbelt is still Scáthach Skadi.

To remove this Lostbelt, one must also confront this goddess of ice and snow, a loving goddess who, though silent about her love for all, loves everyone equally.

But what we are facing now is a complete ideological battle, a debate about life and death, where compassion is of no use.

Because a decision had to be made no matter what, these were two worlds placed on two tram tracks, and only one could survive, while the other was destined to perish.

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They continued to use the flight abilities granted to them by the Primal Runes to return to the submarine and report on the results of the battle.

Mashu was still concerned about Ophelia's condition, so she rushed in anxiously.

"Mash Kyrielight is back! Excuse me... where is Miss Ophelia...?"

"She's in the infirmary. The Modern Technology Advisor and the Queen of the Lostbelt are treating her."

In the control room, Goldruff immediately replied, and Mash, having received the answer, rushed to the infirmary.

“Thanks for letting me know!”

"The Great Command Spell. The most powerful and trump card bestowed upon the Hidden One. The price to pay for its release is the caster's life."

Moreover, it is something that cannot be replaced by any means. Even if you ingest a large amount of healing elixirs, or use a Mystic Code with excellent recovery skills, it will be of no use.

Even using the Primal Runes couldn't save it. If we were to use Brunhilde's maximum activation, which we've never seen before, it might extend her lifespan slightly, but at most only for a few minutes.

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Skadi, sitting beside Ophelia's bed in the infirmary, explained Ophelia's condition in this way.

But Mash ignored him and rushed to Ophelia's bedside, grabbing Ophelia's right hand.

"Mashu... Mashu?"

Ophelia, sensing someone rushing towards her, shook her head with difficulty and made a very soft sound.