Cute and Lovable, but No Brains
But the flower eventually fell to the ground.
She opened her eyes, and all she could see was the desolation that had endured for thousands of years. Glancing slightly to the side, she saw, on the broken wall beside the stone pillar, the dappled light of time, and in the dim light, the shadow of a little girl curled up was imprinted on the wall.
When the devastating Catastrophe strikes, the homeless flower girl will likely only be able to hide at the feet of the guardian statue, praying for divine mercy and protection. But—
But the sky of Terra is an ageless sky.
—Those who never age are heartless.
Just like my past attempts, only vague traces remain.
She stepped over the stone pillar.
She walked into the ruins, stepping through the once bustling and prosperous city streets.
She smelled blood... the blood of barbarians, tainted blood. Indeed, such things existed on the Terra, with a hundred fingers and a thousand eyes, a hundred mouths and a thousand tongues, bearing the darkness and hatred deep within the earth. Their mere existence brought calamity to this ancient and ravaged land.
—In Terra, Originium Infection has always been a minor problem.
It was just a trivial matter.
She continued walking, into the depths shrouded in blood—blood that was fresh and multi-layered, meaning its owners had given their lives—the mutated barbarians did indeed exist, and they had all been beheaded. And their executioners awaited them in the very center of these ruins.
Waiting.
Waiting for her.
She awaits her, Surtr.
Long, silver-white hair, fitted clothing, scarlet eyes, and a heavy sword.
In the center of the shattered square, a whale's song suddenly resounded.
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Chapter 101 - So cute, but brainless.
The moment the first whale song rang out, the enormous sword came crashing down. The air was neatly cleaved apart, turning into white waves that surged to the left and right and washed over the ground. It was as if a mountain had collapsed before your eyes and suddenly toppled overhead.
However, it was just a mountain.
It's just a mountain, nothing more.
He raised his hand, the pad of his right index finger pressing against the blade of the greatsword. The elastic skin dented a millimeter from the impact of the blade. And the extreme of movement transformed into the extreme of stillness.
Behind him, in an area of about fifty meters, ruins and remains had turned to dust.
The shockwave spread everywhere. An old tower not far away collapsed and broke due to the tremors.
The Flame-haired maiden slightly raised her eyes, and the ends of her hair behind her fluttered slightly.
"I hate this way of greeting you, Skadi."
A second whale roar rose, and Aegir, with his silver hair and red eyes, remained expressionless. The greatsword, forcibly halted, along with the body controlling it, flickered in the dust, disappearing from the front and attacking again from the side and rear.
Feints, ignore them.
The sword slash that came from the left actually landed on the right. Taking a step forward, each step covering ten meters, the sword slash from right to left tore out a sharp blade of energy, but the speed of the energy blade could not actually exceed that of the sword's swing.
So she stepped upwards, taking a step upwards, the first step landing on air, the second on the sword energy passing beneath her feet. The Flame-haired maiden helplessly turned her neck in mid-air, not using Laevateinn, but raising her other hand to catch the sword strike that came from a blind spot in the eyes of ordinary people.
"You have been corrupted," Aegir whispered in the wind.
What came wasn't a sword, but a sharp stone stake. An old stone pillar, broken in two by Aegir's kick, was used as a projectile. It was fast and powerful; the pillar concealed a thin metal stake, infused with a curse poison that killed all organic matter. The stake itself was an alchemical artifact used to slay giant creatures.
For an ordinary person, this blow would be fatal.
Even an ordinary giant beast would be severely injured by this.
But this tactic is meaningless to Surtr.
A punch was thrown. The stone pillar shattered into thousands of roughly equal fragments. The hidden metal piles inside were activated under immense pressure, the jet propulsion system kicked in, and the speed surged—and then—
The relentless punches smashed the alchemical creation into a metal biscuit in mid-air before it could self-destruct.
Meaningless, worthless, it couldn't even distract Surtr.
"Every time we meet, you say I'm corrupted." Surtr gripped the hilt of Laevateinn with a hint of helplessness. The sword responded listlessly, releasing a languid heat. "Every time we meet, you attack without a word, until I knock you to the ground."
"I can get angry too, Skadi."
The blade spun, piercing the earth, and a storm of fire emanated from her. It pushed over broken stone walls, overturned hills of accumulated earth, and a crimson tide erupted from the ground, surging to the surface.
The parched land turned into lava.
The smell of Sulfur permeated the air.
With a single sword strike, the ruins of this ancient city, destroyed by Catastrophe a thousand years ago, were completely erased from the map. The Ley Line were stirred, and the asthenosphere surged and boiled with intense heat. Even though this was not a tectonic plate junction, a temporary volcano appeared in this desolate wilderness at her will!
The sky was dyed crimson, and even from Chernobog, over a hundred kilometers away, the extremely obvious celestial changes and atmospheric tides were visible to the naked eye. Heat, and cold—the underground heat currents washed over the cold clouds in the sky, causing rain and blizzards in the area several kilometers beyond the newly formed volcano. Messengers and scholars alike used their pens to map the volcanic eruption and include it in various research papers.
Such is the authority of God.
History and geography must respect her will, as long as she so desires.
Even if Terra's storms and the cold of the North eventually fill this temporary volcanic eruption, the amount of research and investigation on this volcano and its surrounding geography before then will likely fill a library.
But she took another gentle breath.
With just a breath, the active volcano cooled dramatically due to her actions. The bright red lava instantly turned into a dark gray with sparse red streaks, and she absorbed a huge amount of heat, causing her chest and abdomen to rise almost imperceptibly.
The dust cloud kicked up by the volcanic eruption lost its momentum and fell back down.
Aegir, who had been hiding in the dust cloud, waiting for a surprise attack with a leaping wave strike, has now revealed himself.
Surtr saw her, saw those deep red eyes, and saw the faint surprise in those eyes.
Then, exhale in that direction.
A powerful storm was stirred up, the wind filled with intense heat capable of melting metal and setting forests ablaze.
She saw the greyish-white figure in the wind struggling to stay afloat, but the next moment even the ground beneath its feet was ripped up and swept up by the wind. Hundreds of tons of dust and thousands of tons of rocks carried Aegir, forcing the little killer whale to plunge into the distant wilderness.