It's Not Good to Say Such Things

The amount was not large, and it did not engulf everything like the sea.

However, the flames filled the entire body the moment they flowed out, and then expanded.

A giant formed of fire rose from the earth.

The giant gripped his sword tightly, dodging the cannon fire, and in the instant the net was scorched, he unleashed a slash at the rain of spears.

All the spears then turned into burning iron and wood, and in the molten sword strikes, they became deadly Scorching Wind that swept towards the ranks of the guardians.

Their formation was disrupted by the Scorching Wind, and they could no longer protect themselves.

The giant then proceeded, trampling their blood and bones, burning them to ashes, and entered the dark blue stone city.

The stones shattered, and the flowing fire seeped into the earth, scorching the buildings.

"Nothing special," the girl said softly, slamming her fiery fist into the tower. Flames then spilled from every window, accompanied by charred bones. Before her lay a strange, diamond-shaped city, the burning Flame Sword easily igniting the streets and turning the numerous fishmen into scorched earth.

The weak merfolk died in droves.

The powerful merfolk gathered in groups and launched an attack on her.

The massive body became a disadvantage at that moment, so the flames receded and returned to the surface of the body, transforming into a solid defense.

The air was thick with blood—dark green blood, mixed with bone-chilling frost. It might have little effect on Laevateinn's immortal flames, but it offered considerable resistance and suppression to the mortal flames that emanated from them.

—I feel like I'm being targeted.

The girl thought, "It's just a fleeting moment."

—But what use is this level of targeting to me?

She gripped her sword tightly and charged forward, her body regaining its normal form. Enemies and their weapons were severed the instant they clashed with Laevateinn. The flames emanating from Laevateinn burned away every eye on the bodies of these fish-men.

Their power vanished instantly—both their internal strength and regenerative potential were burned away the moment they were eroded by the undying flames. Stepping over their charred corpses, the palace deep within the stone city came into view.

She saw Skadi, and the poor Miss Orca, covered in wounds, unconscious, imprisoned in a cage placed on the altar.

In front of the altar, a tall priest, his entire body shrouded in a heavy cloak with a diamond-shaped eye pattern marking the center of the cloak, waited.

She heard the priest's greeting.

"King of Kings." The priest bowed to her, his head bowing to the ground, and spoke in an ancient, abandoned language.

"Why are you not content with the land you rule, but instead unleash your desires upon the sea? Is it that after sweeping away the gods of the earth, you are still not satisfied and intend to repeat the ancient war here?"

It speaks each word clearly, but when put together, it becomes somewhat obscure and difficult to understand.

Miss Surtr tilted her head.

"First of all, I am not the King of Kings. Secondly, I have no intention of paying attention to your ocean. My purpose is to take this girl away and, incidentally, eliminate all those who harmed her. If you think this is a harbinger of war, then it was you who started it."

She raised her sword, pointing it at the priest's rising chest.

"I'll give you a chance since you can speak human language. Release Skadi, and I can pretend I didn't see you, and all living things in this city will be burned to ashes. But if you don't release her, I'll burn you to ashes in this inextinguishable flame myself."

This is a concession.

However, the priest's cloak fell off the next moment, and the enormous creature surrounded by countless tentacles and eyes was exposed in the girl's scarlet eyes.

Ah... well, it seems this guy thinks he hasn't conceded enough.

Then, thirty-five seconds later, the tentacles and eyes were consumed by the fire, and Miss Surtr, unharmed, tore open the cage that bound Skadi in the burning stone palace.

3/71, it seems this matter will take some time to resolve.

Chapter 158 It's Bad to Talk Nonsense

In the darkness, nameless things whispered among themselves.

—'The Lord of the Earth, the King of Kings, her gaze was fixed on the sea...'

A clear, rhomboid object, with countless eyes floating in one place within its crystal-like shell.

—Is war about to begin again? Just like a thousand years ago? Just like three thousand years ago? Just like three hundred and thirty thousand years ago?

A pale, winged creature, from whose wings flowed countless drops of yellow, murky pus.

—No, she's not herself anymore. She's forgotten, she's changed, she's no longer herself!

It is a thing with billions of roots, which are spliced together in a geometric shape, with each corner less than ninety degrees.

"But the sword is still in her hand! The sword is still with her! This is proof that she is still herself, and it means that the outcome will remain the same as before!"

A spiraling, entangled structure, with layers of butterfly-like structures coupled and spliced together.

"She will not lose, nor will she die. She cannot destroy us, and we cannot defeat her."

Bubbles gather together, thousands upon thousands of bubbles seal away a vicious dream, a dream that meets only one through a bridge.

—'But she was injured; she wasn't perfect anymore!'

Anger boils over, yet boiling only brings cold. Like a coiled, scaled, wingless dragon.

"—Wounds? That's just an illusion. Destroying her physical body means nothing; she can acquire a new body and regain her strength at any time. Her traces, her aura, reside in all things on earth, even in countless mortals in the sea. She has never been weak; we cannot defeat her."

The convergence of thousands of books, the gathering of billions of square and standard bytes, forms countless entangled and ever-changing spells.

"No, she was indeed injured. Her hand, one of her hands, was no longer whole. I saw it, I saw it with the eyes of my servant. She was no longer perfect."

The manifestation of the abyss, from the depths of the black ocean, extends billions of segmented tentacles that pierce the sky.

The discussion paused for a moment, then erupted. The silent darkness surged and burned, the turmoil of the Sea of Nothingness reflected in the realm of reality. Half of Terra's daylight gained a few seconds of night, while half of the slumbering life in the other half of Terra was plunged into an immediate nightmare.

—'Then prepare yourselves, prepare for war, prepare to face the Twilight Flame that will end all things.'

—'Perhaps we will all die in this battle. Perhaps...'

—'We can complete everything, we can return to the beginning.'

The strange phenomenon vanished, and the boiling, deep sea returned to tranquility.

However, the undercurrents beneath the deep sea never cease.