The Demon King's Will (Continued)

"My king, the title you have been given is 'annihilation.' This is because your power is so great and so destructive. In order to make the world aware of your power, Council of Sages think it necessary to spread your name widely, so as not to mislead or harm others, or to deceive some foolish people who do not know their place." She remained as calm as possible.

"Is that so?" Miss Surtr nodded. Then, she stretched out her hand towards the night sky.

"This is really going too far. Putting up warning signs like this... Although my battle with Surtr did cause a lot of damage, being treated like this still makes me a little angry. Hmm, a third of my good mood is about to disappear."

"I am so sorry, Your Majesty!"

"Why are you apologizing? They didn't say anything wrong." Miss Surtr waved her outstretched hand. "But you'll see now."

The next moment, the dark earth rose from the broken crater and soared into the sky. Immediately afterward, five-colored light and vapor surged like a tidal wave!

"All things in the world can be broken down into the Five Elements."

"In other words, everything that is broken and destroyed can be rebuilt through the flow of the Five Elements." — After all, there is no Originium Will in this land, which is something that still gives her a headache.

She opened her mouth, exhaled, and the five vital energies that had been reforged along with her physical body surged forth. They rose into the heavens, transforming into a colossal, pure light that revolved in five layers, soaring high in the clear sky.

Before the day ended, the earth welcomed its fourth rising sun. The entire western hemisphere was bathed in its dazzling yet gentle five-colored glow as night fell.

Then, recast.

The inner world influences the outer world.

The inner Five Elements influence the outer Five Elements.

The jagged, fractured landforms subsided, the volcanoes closed, and magma seeped back into the ground. Groundwater and seawater flowed into various parts of the earth, regulating salinity and transforming the fractured and shattered rock forests and volcanoes back into flat land.

The clouds were thick, a large amount of seawater evaporated, and then thunder was born, carrying a huge amount of nitrogen gas and rain as it fell to the ground.

Nutrients become abundant, and the vitality of the surface vegetation is thus rapidly stimulated. First, a large number of short-lived plants emerge and then die off. This produces nitrogen fertilizer and humus, transforming the barren land into fertile soil and allowing it to regain its vitality.

The land ravaged by the battle returned to its original state as if time had reversed. Mountains, rivers, forests—everything taken by the flames was rebuilt in a very short time.

The world is being reshaped.

Unbeknownst to them, the black, floating landmass had already reached the skies above Milan. This was the starting point of the battle, and also the most severely damaged of all the destroyed cities.

Then, a strong wind rose.

The disaster-stricken people and rescue workers on the ground screamed in alarm. The shattered earth and collapsed buildings were all lifted off the ground by a massive gravitational tide. The land was leveled again, streets were rebuilt, and high-rise buildings rose once more. And throughout this entire process, the resounding voice of the Seventh king of the land echoed.

"Let me state this beforehand: I have no pity for anyone who has died. I feel no remorse for anything that has been affected by the disaster."

"I don't care how many people suffer because of this, and I don't care how many people benefit from it."

"Because I am here simply because I want to be here, and for no other reason!"

The next moment, the five-colored fourth sun hung high in the sky. In the instant that all the damaged buildings were moved back to their original locations and stitched back together, all the corpses that had been shattered or even reduced to ashes by Surtr's sword were also moved by the Five Elements and five energies to the square in the center of Milan, repaired and mended, and arranged neatly.

The dead have not been resurrected, for their souls have long since fallen into the underworld.

And so, the Flame-haired Girl on the dark earth raised her sword once more.

"Is... is it power? My king, is this the power you gained after defeating the God of War?" Knight Erica asked cautiously, suppressing her breath—she could hardly believe what she was seeing.

"Don't think of everything as some kind of power. It's just a very ordinary technique for manipulating power. Following the rules, putting the broken clock back together... If Blue Bird can do it, why can't I?"

However, the Flame-haired maiden simply shook her head slightly, then turned around, drew her sword, and thrust it into the air to her side!

"And..."

A blue-haired youth with an aura of grandeur suddenly appeared in the nearby airspace, right above the end of the trajectory that Laevateinn had pointed out!

"My nemesis, I have returned from the Netherworld... What!?" The blue-haired god-like youth was pierced through the chest by a sword the moment he appeared!

"Isn't this the last step left?!"

At that very instant, the flames that ignited from Laevateinn seeped into the god's body—not to destroy, but to erode. This left the Persia god of war trapped in a state between life and death!

"You—!" The boy's eyes widened in disbelief.

However, the Flame-haired maiden simply responded with a faint smile.

"You're just an incarnation of a ram, resurrected from the dead. Why do you think you'd come back to life beside me at this time?"

The fire was intense and raging.

"Materials should act like materials. Since you're not obediently going back to mythology, then open the door for me!"

The next moment, a massive portal to the underworld opened outwards from Ullr's Ragnarok's center!

A surge of souls erupted, drawing in the departed spirits from the still-living bodies. In an instant, several repaired skeletons on the plaza twitched their eyelids, and life returned to them.

The God of War, scorched by the flames, glared and roared.

"Did you see through my avatar's power and fix me in the gap between resurrection and death, thus preventing the gates of the underworld from closing? However, since you need to maintain the ritual, you are unable to dodge or evade in any way!"

Space began to tremble, and wind, wild boars, white horses—several figures representing the embodiment of the God of War's power appeared above the floating, dark earth and pounced fiercely towards the sword-wielding girl!

"Overestimating yourself." The same assessment came from the girl's mouth for the second time. At the same instant, the knight girl, who had remained beside her and unnoticed by the gods, suddenly sprang into action. For the moment the gates of the underworld opened, the flames originating from Laevateinn seeped into the knight's body!

This is what it means to surrender one's body—the narrow sword wielded by the knight proved more effective than expected at this moment. The wind was cleaved, the wild boar was torn apart, and even the white horse, which was equivalent to an asteroid impact and could be killed even by a god of equal rank, was reduced to energy dust by the sword strike wielded by the knight against his own will!

The outcome is already decided—or perhaps it never changed from the beginning.

Surtr then reached out with his other hand and pressed it against the young god's head.

"Don't make a scene, kid."

With a flick of his five fingers, he unleashed force. Cracks, crackling with unstable energy currents, appeared on the young deity's forehead. And then...

A golden longsword emerged from the void—this was the power of the God of War, his trump card, wielded by the warrior's avatar, a golden sword capable of shattering divinity and sealing power. At such close range, there was absolutely no possibility of dodging!

"You've been careless, fool!"

The next instant, the blade was upon him!

The triumphant joy in the God of War's eyes was instantly replaced by disbelief. The golden sword, striking the girl's body, had no effect whatsoever, like a toothpick hitting a block of iron!

"How is that possible! You're not—"

Its words failed to completely leave its mouth.

Before it could finish speaking, its head shattered as crisply as a crushed egg. The surging flames of annihilation followed its remains into the underworld, allowing it to enter its second eternal slumber in the realm of death.

The power to be resurrected in the underworld cannot operate again while one has already fallen into the underworld.

This also means that this Persia war god has lost all his backup plans and returned to the Mythical Realm.