Aaron pressed his palms together and closed his eyes with great sincerity. "I give thanks to all the ingredients in this world. Let's eat."
The next instant, Aaron beat his wings and flew before Surtur at nearly teleportation-like speed, driving a heavy punch into his chest.
His terrifying physique, coupled with the boost to his body from his partial dragon transformation, had brought his strength and speed to their peak. He even managed to shake the massive body of Surtur, the giant.
Surtur took half a step back, raised the Twilight Sword, and slashed it toward Aaron.
But before the blade could touch Aaron, he vanished from the spot and flew up before Surtur's eyes.
"You..."
Aaron swung a slap, leaving a clear handprint on Surtur's face.
Compared to Surtur's enormous face, the handprint was tiny—so tiny that it would be hard to spot even up close.
Yet it could not be erased. Not even flames could burn away the mark.
"Horn's slap wasn't fast enough, nor was it hard enough.
That's why you were so arrogant. I won't repeat his mistake."
Feeling the burning pain on his face, Surtur let out a grief-stricken roar. "I'll kill you!"
At the same time, laughter rang out from every corner of the universe watching the battle.
They did not know Surtur well, but he was undoubtedly the most humiliated and least imposing Skyfather in history.
Ragnarok was supposed to become his legend, but now... it had become a joke.
Watching Surtur raise the Twilight Sword to stab at him, Aaron casually summoned a portal connected to his own back.
As the Twilight Sword stabbed down, Surtur let out an involuntary muffled groan.
"Damn mage."
"Let me correct you. I'm the God of Law, the God of Magic.
Though our ranks are equal,