The Demon King's Will

"My king, please forgive my sin. I have inadvertently disturbed your slumber, and I offer my deepest apologies!"

She saw the girl raise her eyes, and when those crimson eyes met her gaze, she felt a weight as heavy as if a mountain were pressing down on her—despite being a newly minted God Slayer, she felt the same terror as Disobedient Surtr her audience earlier. Instinctively, she wanted to speak up for herself.

"My king, my Erica Brantri. I am Great Knight of the Crimson Copper Black Cross, Italy magic society. Please grant us the opportunity to serve you and share your burdens."

Her words only brought her more intense pressure. When the Flame-haired maiden straightened up, she almost saw the word 'death' appear before her eyes.

She almost lost her composure and looked unsightly.

However, just before that, she heard the whispers of the Flame-haired Woman that echoed across the entire dark land.

"I'm in a very good mood right now. If you disappear from my sight right now, I can pretend I didn't see you."

Knight Erica was speechless.

She didn't know what she had done wrong. She just smiled miserably and decided to obey the king's orders. She had no idea how to get out of there. But since she had to disappear immediately, then jumping into the lava seemed to be the only option.

However, just as she was about to leave, she froze.

No, that's not referring to the right person. A mere knight isn't worth the king saying "pretend you didn't see it."

This wasn't said to her!

She turned around abruptly—

A blue-haired boy dressed in white, with a strange marking between his brows, stood not far behind her. The moment she saw him, an unimaginable terror washed over her, as if it were a tangible force. Before it could engulf her, it crumbled and disintegrated beside her like waves hitting rocks!

An invisible shield materialized on her body as the boy's aura dissipated—so that's it, the king's gaze wasn't reproachful, but protective!

The boy in white walked past her as if she didn't exist.

"You who slay my brethren, you fools of the earth. I am the victor, I am Ullr's Ragnarok, the commander of armies. I only crave defeat and will not surrender myself. I intended to awaken the ancient Baal of the Mediterranean to seek victory, but your skill has truly amazed and impressed me."

The boy clapped his hands with a light laugh.

Around him, multiple illusory figures with different appearances flickered incessantly. These were the ten incarnations of the God of War, corresponding to ten different levels of power.

"I'll give you one hand because you're a woman, but fool, are you going to run away?"

From beneath that handsome face came words of provocation and contempt. And just as he wished, the Flame-haired Girl had been slumbering on the black throne rose, leaning on her sword.

"You asked for it." The girl's face remained unmoved by the provocation. "I gave you a chance."

The next moment, she grasped the black and red greatsword.

Damn, over six thousand words... I should have split it into two sections.

Chapter 121 The Lord of Fiends's Will

The air fell silent for a moment.

Then, a flash of pure light.

Starting from a volcano on the Black Sea's border, a fiery line stretches outwards for nearly a thousand kilometers, pointing towards the Mediterranean. The sky and clouds are cleaved in two by this blazing line, and even the clear night in the Western Hemisphere is divided by the intense fire and light.

Gale-force winds, torrential rain, and atmospheric discharges created a thunderstorm. The twinkling stars against the dark sky were exposed to the public eye. And the extreme weather caused by this sword strike then descended upon the lands of the nations traversed by the flames.

Before the throne on the dark earth, the Flame-haired Girl stepped forward, lowering the sword she held. A burst of fire erupted before her, grazing the kneeling red-clad knight a hundred meters away without harming Erica. She then stepped forward, taking her second step.

As his toes touched the ground, his figure stopped in front of Erica, who was paralyzed with extreme fear and terror. And less than a meter to Erica's side, the two fiery feet of the God of War of War were slowly turning into decaying dust.

"Overestimating yourself." Miss Surtr casually waved her hand, and the resulting gale swept the remnants of the volcano, which had been shattered by the previous strike, along with the destroyed God's Foot, into the night sky.

The inevitable outcome is that anyone struck by Laevateinn's murderous intent, whether god, demon, or any other random entity, will only face death. This is true in Terra, and it is true in other dream realms as well.

—Although this is the first time such an attempt has been made in the dream world, is it a bit too risky to use the full power that this body can currently exert on the very first sword strike?

Miss Surtr tilted her head slightly.

Hundreds of tons of geological material, casually tossed into the sky by her, turned to ash with a single thought, their warmth carried only by a gentle storm as they swept across the land. Amidst distant screams, the welcoming ceremony on the opposite side of the volcano instantly lost its myriad lights, and the king's will successfully reached the rulers of Romania.

"Don't get in my way, get out of my way"—although Miss Surtr didn't care what was happening over there at all. But this interpretation does hold true and represents some of her thoughts.

So the extra people left.

It feels great.

Whether it's the peaceful, quiet night when my body has recovered nearly half its strength, or the End Flame flowing through my blood vessels and nerves, it all feels good.

She breathed lightly.

The reforged body remained unbound by the Great Secret Ritual, and its life level remained at the Upper Realm of Human Immortal, where one aperture leads to all apertures, as there was no need for overly intense combat at the moment. The emergency, life-threatening Rakshasa Demon God Art was also eliminated, no longer operating through conventional power-grabbing methods, but instead simply using Laevateinn's flames.

The End Flame, inexhaustible power. When emphasizing absolute output, its maximum combat power can approach half of its strength in Terra. However, if it doesn't go all out, it's approximately 30% stronger than its final state after defeating the Disobedient Surtr.

Not too much, not too little.

Clench your fist gently, and power will fill you with strength.

—Laevateinn flows through my limbs and bones.

—Hmm, thinking about it this way seems a bit erotic...but since it's Laevateinn, it doesn't matter.

She turned her head to look at the earth that had been destroyed and shattered because of her and Surtr.

"I just heard you call me king," she said, her eyes fixed on Erica Brantri, who was slumped not far to the side.

The Red-skirted Knight then snapped out of her extreme shock.

"Wow, he actually defeated the Persia God of War with just one strike—!?" She stammered, almost instinctively dropping her other knee to the ground as if serving a deity. Only then did Miss Surtr's words come into her mind.

"Yes, yes!" She quickly lowered her head. "I am Knight Erica of the Crimson Copper Black Cross of the Italy Magic Society. I pledge my loyalty to you on behalf of all of Italy and my society. The Seventh King of the earth, please tell me your name..." She actually knew the name, but dared not say it here.

"Surtr, you can just call me Surtr." The Flame-haired maiden remained composed. "And I'm actually the Seventh among the God Slayer ... It's a bit different from what I expected. But it's not all bad, at least it explains why you're here."

"Your subject is foolish..." Erica didn't quite understand what she meant.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Hmm... since you call yourself my subject, would you be willing to give yourself to me?"

"This..." The knight girl's cheeks flushed crimson in an instant. She glanced cautiously at Miss Surtr, and after realizing that she seemed to be at a disadvantage... or rather, at an advantage, in terms of looks, aura, and even strength, she lowered her head shyly. "If that's what Your Majesty desires... please, please, use me as you wish."

"I think your understanding and my expression might not be the same... Oh well, you'll find out soon enough anyway." The Flame-haired maiden waved her hand slightly, then casually asked, "What title did that Council of Sages me?"

The Red-skirted Knight took several deep breaths, her chest pounding as her hand pressed against it.