Moon World Can't Be a Love Game

"...very important person?"

Although the voice was still indifferent, the momentum surrounding Sigurd suddenly became passionate in the next second.

"I understand. Master, please wait here for a while, and I will be right back."

After all, Sigurd rushed down the snow mountain without looking back, and under the blessing of Rune, he flew to Surut's head in ten seconds, grabbed the magic sword Gramo in his hand and threw it out.

"The magic sword is ready! Taste the true power of the magic sword Gramer that you have not mastered, the existence that resides in my soul!

"Through this throw, you will fully understand!

"This is the dawn of destruction—

"——"Sky Wheel of Bad Calamity""

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"——The Sky Wheel of Bad Tribulation!"

Sigurd released the magic sword Grame, forcibly drew out the power of the sword, and threw the magic sword forward with both arms holding the hilt.

The flames from the sun are scattered on the sword of Demon Sword. This sword of King's Choice bestowed by Odin, a peerless weapon that will bring glory, jealousy, destruction and fate, gallops into Surut's eye socket.

"Ooooh Ophelia—"

Surut's wailing sound was deafening, and the flames at the place pierced by the magic sword dimmed, but his footsteps did not stop, and he was still advancing.

"Master?"

Sigurd asked Ophelia through the contract. The one who liberated the magic sword was still inserted on the giant's head, and he could carry out the second attack, but he would have to risk being burned by Surut's destructive flames. risk.

"..."

"Master?"

Sigurd asked again, as Ophelia was silent for several seconds.

"It's alright, Saber. Come back, you've done a good job."

"Yes, Master."

After receiving the order, Sigurd turned around and was about to retreat.

Sudden--

A powerful magical response quickly approached from the other side of the battlefield, menacing.

Sigurd froze in place.

Surprised, excited, and ecstatic expressions appeared on his face, making him look less indifferent.

Because he has sensed it.

The person who came was exactly the person he had been thinking about day and night.

"I'm sorry, honey..."

Arriving in front of Sigurd along with the sweet words, was a large lavender gun with a heart-shaped tip.

"I'm so excited to meet you...I can't help myself..."

A trembling voice that couldn't be distinguished from excitement or fear spewed out from the mouth of the silver-haired Valkyrie who appeared, and the intoxicating amethyst pupils were filled with a crazy flame called "Love".

"I can't help but want to get close to you, I can't help but want to kill you, I'm sorry, dear..."

The bearer, the goddess Brunhilde.

Condensed with all the love of the goddess, the shining spear pierced Sigurd's chest with a roar.

"My love, my ever-condemning, Brunhilde."

Sigurd called Brunhilde's name affectionately, gave up resistance, and faced the stabbing spear with his chest.

"If it's your gun, I'm ready to bear it at any time."

when--

It wasn't the magic sword Gramer, nor the two daggers at Sigurd's waist. The magic silver spear that Brunhilde stabbed at Sigurd was swung away by a dark blue sword with a brilliance and introversion. .

"Get out of the way, out of the way!"

Saron yelled loudly and jumped between the pair of enemies. When his body was stuck in the air, he still did not forget to stick out his ape arm, grabbed the barrel of the big gun, and threw Brunhilde, who was full of troubled eyes, into Zieg. Rude's arms.

Obviously, he did it on purpose.

Both Sigurd and Brunhild were flying in the air, and it was impossible to block his way no matter what.

But he is a kind-hearted man, and he hates others falling in love and killing each other the most. He forced to pass by with the mentality of being able to help and accumulating virtue for himself by the way.

It looks good.

"My love, although this is not my original intention, but I survived from your gun, which also proves my love for you."

Sigurd's smile had both the simplicity of a junior brother and the overbearingness of a hero, and it dazzled Brunhilde in his arms.

"Too close...I'm going to kill you...I'm so troubled..."

As Brunhilde said, she burst into magic power in Sigurd's arms, struggling with all her strength, but was immobilized by her strong arms.

"My love, if this is the proof of your love, then I am willing to bear it with all my strength."

Nordic style dog food that tastes great.

"Pooh!"

Saron was so choked that he couldn't help but spit, and his legs accelerated to catch up with the staggering flame giant in front.

Surut couldn't run anymore, and suffered a blow from the magic sword's liberation in a seriously injured state, which had already caused his body to collapse, and most of the flames supporting his body were extinguished, and embers kept falling on the ground.

"Ophelia..."

Can continue to move forward, purely relying on the belief in my heart.

"Ophelia..."

But this belief is not enough to support Surut to move on.

boom--

The giant fell to the ground.

"..."

Saron rushed to Surut's head, mentioned "Favour" and put it down, gave up the idea of ​​making up the knife, and looked forward.

There should be something ahead that can restore Surut, the memory connected to the plot, it should be the fantasy tree.

Swallowing the fantasy tree might bring Surut back to full glory, but he is destined to be unable to complete this journey, and there is no need to make up for it.

"Ophelia..."

Falling to the ground, Surut was still sighing Ophelia's name.

"Ugh..."

Saron sighed softly, thinking that this is really a poor child, but at this time, it is not easy to speak sarcastic words.

"Ophelia..."

Surut's huge head shook, his lower body had disappeared, and his upper body was gradually collapsing.

"Ophelia, found me, found me depressed in this world waiting to be cut.

"So, I just, wanted to do something for her, to give something back.

"I'm a mere flame, I can't do anything but destroy..."

"Stupid."

Saron cursed in a flat tone, forcibly interrupting Surut's review of his mental journey when he was dying.

"?"

Surprised emotions came from Surut's only surviving head, and it seemed that he was still a little depressed and puzzled.

"I said you're an idiot."

Saron honestly expressed his inner thoughts.

"This world has come to an end because of your rebellion against fate. If you really care about Ophelia so much and want to do something for her, why can't you rebel against your desire to destroy like you rebelled against fate? Even if You can't do anything if you destroy it, can't you learn?"

"..."

There was a long silence, followed by muffled voices.

"I never thought about that."

"Oh, never mind. Love always blinds."

Saron shrugged his shoulders, and did not continue to teach Surut, who had only half of his head left.

"So, is this human love? Ofelia..."

With a last call to Ophelia,

The final giant, fallen.

"Reminder: Surut is dead. The second phase of 'Ophelia's Awakening' is completed, reward: free attribute points*10"

"Reminder: To discover the complete power of the sun attribute, you can spend free attribute points * 20 to enter the special ability 'Nordic Sun God Power', and you can spend free attribute *3 to strengthen the sun mark, please choose."

I have no choice!strengthen!

Saron glanced at the system, and the panel showed that there are now 17 free attribute points, and it is hard for a smart woman to cook without rice, so he could only choose to strengthen the sun mark.

"Reminder: Strengthening is in progress, the remaining time is 2 hours and 59 minutes"

It's a pity that I can't live the addiction of the Sun God, but the overall rewards are quite generous and satisfying.

Moreover, Saron's real purpose is to clear the way for the arrival of Tiamat. Now that Surut is dead, he will naturally feel that the future is smooth.

but--

Skadi suddenly appeared in front of him, looking at the worry and concern in the other person's eyes, making Saron feel that things in the future may not be as easy as he thought.

I'm afraid it will be troublesome, troublesome...