Damn, This Is Getting Me Fired Up!

—Then, let's fight.

Surtr took a step toward the city center. But as she took her third step, she abruptly turned her head to look at the other side of the street.

She seemed to sense someone with an umbrella watching her from the other end of the street.

However, what she saw was an empty street.

--illusion.

—It's rare to see someone so overstimulating their body that their inspiration has become excessive?

With each step, the air seemed to tear apart before my eyes. Using my breath as a springboard, each step in the air covered a distance of around a hundred meters.

Upon reaching the rooftop, the burning building silently went out, allowing the unfortunate people trapped inside to survive.

Upon arriving at the park, the burning trees escaped, and she absorbed the excess life essence into her surroundings. Some of it was absorbed and transformed into qi and blood. The remainder, along with the overflowing qi and blood, joined the essence and qi flower above her head.

She traversed the streets, crossed the frozen river, and the sea of fire that engulfed the city dimmed in her perception, gathering around her like birds returning to their nests. The mortals who were saved also expressed their gratitude—at least in the moment of being rescued, their gratitude came from the bottom of their hearts.

'Thank God... Gods protect us...'

'We survived, God, thank you for your grace...'

Whoever it is, I hope you will receive compensation...

Gratitude gathered and transformed into prayers, much like the incense of the East, and the modern faith of Western Europe also surged towards her like a tide, flowing into the Flower of Divine Will.

The power was expanding, but it remained under control. This was because in other worlds, she had repeatedly acquired power far exceeding this level.

Power... Power craves battle.

When she stopped, she saw a huge vortex of fire gathering in the city center square.

Someone shouted at her; it was one of the several energy sources she had sensed earlier. She turned her head slightly and saw a beautiful girl—long, golden-red hair, a bright red dress, a flawless figure and complexion, yet the combination gave her the confidence and pride of a warrior.

It looks familiar; I think I've seen this character somewhere before.

"Hey, Great Knight over there! Get away from there! Don't you know a god is about to descend?"

Great Knight? What a strange title... Ah, I remember now, so this is the world.

A world where mythical gods and earthly Lord of Fiends, known as God Slayer, battle fiercely on the land.

So, the god who appears here is...

The vortex of flames suddenly stopped, as if the arrival of the being was also waiting for her.

Then, a gigantic hand emerged from the vortex.

Hands, head, and a massive, mountain-like body erupted forth, exuding an unimaginable pressure. The woman in the red dress, along with her companions, were stripped of all will to fight the moment the giant appeared, almost crushed to the ground by an invisible force field as if being crushed by a mountain. From her bloodless lips came incredulous, terrified screams.

"Impossible!"

"Why, why would Surtr, the destroyer of Norse Mythology, who burns everything and reigns supreme over the gods, appear on Italy soil!"

At the moment she screamed, a crown of authority gathered on the giant's head.

The vast plaza was transformed into a pool of fire in an instant. Boiling lava overflowed in all directions.

"Indeed! Indeed! I am Surtr, the destroyer of all things. But I have come here not to bring about your destined annihilation."

The towering giant roared. His voice resounded through the heavens and earth, splitting the clouds and shaking the ground.

"This is my rebellion, this is my disobedience. Not the destruction of my duty, but the conquest of my own desires."

A massive, blazing sword rose from the vortex of flames and landed in its hand. The sword had a blade of pure, blazing white flame, and the tip of the sword pointed at the girl at the end of the plaza and the three flowers on her head.

"Come to fight! Come to slaughter! My kindred spirits, my My Other Self. Let us make our judgment with blood and fire."

"Determine who is Surtr."

The girl looked up, and the three flowers on her head converged into one.

"Who can make the judgment..."

The next moment, her figure appeared directly in front of the Giant King as space itself shattered. A fist and intent, as powerful as the collapsing heavens, suddenly descended!

"... possesses Laevateinn!"

Chapter 118 - Damn, it's on fire!

Besides the overwhelming aura and smoke, another hallmark of the peak of Martial Saint is the ability to condense one's own unique fist intent.

Unlike those martial artists who imitate celestial phenomena, nature, or mythical creatures like birds, beasts, dragons, and snakes, Miss Surtr's will, from the very first moment she began practicing, was destined to focus on only one thing.

That was herself.

It wasn't some powerful-sounding Heavenly Fist, nor was it some seemingly promising Sun Fist Intent. The fist she practiced and wielded was always exactly the same as herself.

—This is Surtr's Fist.

The instant the giant declared war, hundreds of thousands, even millions of tons of fist force, along with this ultimate pure power, slammed into Surtr's chest— the Disobedient One from the Mythical Realm neither dodged nor fled, simply watching this all-out blow penetrate his chest and splatter hot blood. Hundreds, even thousands, of intertwined and shifting fist forces tore and seeped into the god's body, yet all they earned was the Giant King's arrogant, maniacal laughter.

"Not bad, you at least have the qualifications to take action."

The Flame Sword was raised, unleashing a scorching tide equivalent to a solar flare that engulfed an area forty-five degrees directly in front of the giant. Rocks vaporized, buildings evaporated. Boiling flames destroyed all obstacles, spreading outwards and turning a quarter of the city into lava in an instant!

Being struck by the Flame Sword will surely result in death.

Because that is the end of the world, a decay that even the gods cannot escape.

Also because that Laevateinn was not the one that Surtr knew or had been hoping for.

Those mortal warriors who had miraculously survived the fiery pool, but were outside the direct range of this sword strike, huddled like quails within the fireproof barrier, trembling. Even without facing Laevateinn directly, the fear of death had robbed them of all fighting spirit and strength. Only the red-skirted, blonde knight girl, who should have been the heroine of a story, gritted her teeth, struggling to rise from the Divine Might, and pleaded for mercy from this destined destroyer of the world.

"God, have mercy on the innocent people of Italy." — If she could speak, that's what she would say.

However, just before she uttered her first word, the 'Great Knight' she had previously thought had been reduced to ashes by the Flame Sword suddenly appeared above and behind the Giant King's head!

A whip kick, a kick to the forehead.

No, the Giant King's movements were faster than lightning.

He sidestepped, drew his sword, and swung!

A massive chasm was torn open in the ground, and the resulting wave of energy blades pierced straight into the distant sky. The figure, still in a kicking stance, was cleaved in two by the blade, but instead of bleeding, its form shattered and crumbled like a mirror!