Soul fusion

"Generally speaking, this kind of unilateral agreement can't be called an 'agreement,' right? I don't know what you consider an agreement, but for us humans, only a mutual agreement can be considered a 'agreement.'"

Bai Mo shattered the Magnetic Field Power's attraction to Ophelia, and as he spoke, a raging fire erupted from Surtr's body.

"Not human... an outsider? Have you fallen into madness like me, mistaking yourself for human? Leave this planet, this is none of your business!"

Surtr roared, the flames on his body intensifying. But Ophelia was right behind Bai Mo, so he didn't attack directly. He hadn't yet fulfilled his promise to Ophelia; she had to live.

Ophelia seemed to have seen through Surtr's intentions as well. Before she could recover from her thoughts, Bai Mo turned her gaze to the distance, to the dried-up ocean, a thousand meters deep, just the right size for a battlefield.

"I'm sorry, but once this force arrived, this matter became inextricably linked to me. We can't fight freely here; how about we go fight over there?"

"Good."

As soon as the words fell, a deafening roar erupted from the distant seabed, the Sword of Flame roared, and frost, like a drawn sword, covered the seabed. Behind Bai Mo, two figures appeared.

A wolf's head sprouted from Surtr's left shoulder, and when it opened its massive maw, a chilling current surged forth. The dried-up seabed instantly transformed into a frigid ocean, turning the area into an ice age in a flash.

The Wind of Niflheim, the near-absolute-zero storms that Fenrir once devoured, carrying a portion of Fenrir's Magnetic Field Power, met head-on with the Great Blade Martial God's Selfless Demon Blade.

"Lady Skadi, is it possible to influence this cold wave?"

Ortlinde, Riding Gullfaxi, was the only one who could observe Bai Mo's battle. The impact of their fight was too great, and Bai Mo was far too small compared to Surtr. Through Rune Magecraft, she synchronized everything that was happening here with each of her comrades.

At the same time, she remained vigilant, as if on guard against something. Skadi quickly provided her answer:

"There's no way around it. A simple cold wave could be influenced by my powers, but this is Fenrir's power."

As one of the very few beings in mythology to have slain the king of gods, Fenrir's power has an extremely strong effect against gods. Combined with Surtr's own ability to attack gods, the two powers together create a living Ragnarok.

A long, icy blue blade materialized from the giant wolf's skull, clashing with the Great Blade Martial God's demonic blade. Meanwhile, Bai Mo and the Oga War God attacked parts of Surtr Flame Giant Surt.

"You act alongside the Valkyrie; are you a warrior Valkyrie sought? Disgusting! Things that should be extinct have dared to extend their claws beyond the world! In that case, I will consider you part of the Æsir and annihilate you along with them!"

Laevateinn!

At this point, the body no longer mattered. Surtr's body, exceeding a thousand meters in length, was like a high-speed centrifuge, stirring up a fiery Storm that shot straight into the sky in Laevateinn's hands.

Bai Mo, however, was sent hurtling straight toward Surtr's left arm, the head of Fenrir, the Great Blade Martial God of War, by Oga War God's Whale-Killing Cannon.

The two of them landed on the blades simultaneously, unleashing their power to tear a gash in the condensed head of Fenrir from bottom to top. A chilling current surged forth. From afar, streaks of blue light appeared within the entire fiery tornado.

The mythical battle unfolds here. Ophelia, atop a distant mountain peak, gazes at the magnificent Storm and involuntarily gasps for breath.

"Good luck. It seems the soul within that giant's body hasn't fully merged yet, otherwise it wouldn't have been attacked by the giant's power."

A voice suddenly came from behind. Ophelia immediately activated her Mystic Eyes, while Sigurd shielded her behind him, watching the man who had suddenly appeared warily.

The man removed his invisibility cloak, revealing his harmless intentions. The Mystic Eyes of Postponement did not issue an alarm, and Ophelia breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young lady, being cautious is a good thing. Tell your servants to sheathe their swords. I'm not your enemy. I even have some connection to this place. If I had wanted to harm you just now... well, this is different from what happened with Mizuki Hitomi. It might not be so easy for me to succeed."

He raised his hand and waved, addressing Ortlinde had suddenly appeared behind him. Ortlinde looked at the newcomer warily, Gullfaxi's power coiling around her gun.

"Not an enemy, Ortlinde. You probably don't remember much of what happened before due to your amnesia. This is the outsider who once helped the Æsir. I guessed you were back when I saw the aerial magic activated."

Skadi's voice rang out, and then Ortlinde looked at her mount. Gullfaxi shook his head at her, confirming that there was no malice, and she put away her weapon.

"Sorry, I don't remember you at all. Since you mean no harm, I need to go back to watching the battle on Bai Mo's side."

The divine steed vanished in a beam of light, leaving Dongni speechless.

"This little girl seems to have grown up quite a bit."

"Sir, what brings you here? Surely it's not just to find a better spot to watch the game."

"Of course not. I have a plan to deal with that guy, but I need your help. But before that..."

He turned his head to stare at the enormous fire giant, his gaze icy. He muttered to himself:

"Since the souls haven't fully merged, that means you're still inside, Old Ghost, right? You actually dared to merge with that thing for that damn Blue dream? Damn it, why is killing you so difficult?"

The crimson lines on his forehead revealed the Electric Eye Dongni.

On the battlefield, facing Surtr, whose strength was clearly superior to his own, Bai Mo did not get distracted by anything else.

Breaking through the Branch of Destruction, Bai Mo and the Oga War God overlapped, and the doubled Orca Tyrant Fist slammed into Surtr's forehead. The giant's shell cracked, but the next moment, an explosion rang out.

Surtr detected Bai Mo's punch first, channeling immense energy into his brain and then detonating it like a bomb, thus maximally mitigating the destructive power of the Orca Tyrant Fist.

In their first exchange, neither side gained an advantage. However, Bai Mo discovered the problem.

"It seems you haven't fully absorbed Fenrir's soul yet."

With a flick of his Great Saber, he summoned the Mad Giant Shark, its blade gleaming with chilling aura, and gathered the two whose skills had waned. Surtr's face showed resentment in response to Bai Mo's words.

Ice and fire may seem like two extremes, but for the strong, they are not a problem at all. A strong person with a sufficiently high Complete Realm can even directly convert ice into liquid pure oxygen, further burning the power of fire. The effect is far greater than the fusion of ice and fire, achieving a miraculous effect of 1+1>2.

To possess such power, Surtr's Complete Realm must be quite high. Therefore, there is only one explanation: he did not eliminate Fenrir's soul, but rather temporarily suppressed Fenrir.

"Judging from your expression, it seems so, then..."

"You're right, human. Odin's soul also resides here. That damned Fenrir didn't kill him directly, otherwise I wouldn't have revealed my weakness and been sealed away by the Northern Europe gods."

But all of this ends here. My return to the Daichi heralds the twilight of all things. Perhaps you, as an outsider, cannot understand, but this is the law of everything, the predetermined fate.

"Your predetermined fate, your destiny, is it not to destroy Northern Europe?"

"Haha, what's the difference?"

"This guy, could he have been locked up for three thousand years and gone mad?"

Bai Mo looked at the somewhat deranged Surtr and clenched his fists. Humans could not understand gods, let alone such beings, but that was the truth.

As a creation of the world, Surtr is like a natural disaster, like a plague. For a tsunami, there is no difference between swallowing ten ships and an entire port of ships. For a virus, there is no difference between infecting one city and a hundred cities, or even all of humanity.

But it is clear that this Terminal Device equates the destruction of Northern Europe with the destruction of the entire world.

"Our battle will take a long time, but I can no longer bear to see this world, which should have perished, continue to exist. Ophelia, in that case, I will allow the mountain beneath your feet to endure for a little while longer. I will endure for your sake."

And you, outsider, when everything is destroyed, will you still continue this meaningless war for that so-called Valhalla?

As soon as he finished speaking, Surtr raised the Laevateinn in his hand, ready to plunge it into the Daichi and usher in the end of the world.

"Planet, end... return to ashes! [Radiant Sun, Sword of Flame]!"