I don't like the gods, I want to be a hero

But Seleus didn't feel offended, and floated smoothly in front of the fire giant, allowing him to look at himself.

Although it is impolite to look down at others, it is Serius who is rude to look down in a state like Soulte.

"Coupled with the movement of the two sons of Loki, and the changes in the flames during this period...the indescribable trajectory of fate, even I can detect a few clues from it."

"The trajectory of fate?" Seleus grasped something from Sirte's words.

"It's inconvenient to tell." Soult straightened his waist and shook his head. Obviously, he didn't want to talk about this topic with Serius.

"It's time to get back to the topic, warriors from foreign lands." Golden flames shot out from the human body structure outlined by the pitch-black objects, and the dim sky was covered with a layer of dazzling golden light.

"What is your purpose in coming to Muspelheim this time?"

"Please call me Serius, it's really rude not to introduce myself." Serius bowed his head slightly.

"As for my reason for coming... I accepted the condition of killing you from the wise giant Mimir in order to pray for the spring water of the fountain of wisdom."

Celius didn't hide anything...or maybe Soulte's unexpected performance made him unable to hide it at all.

"Mimir asked you to kill me...?"

Sirte's thunderous voice revealed a hint of surprise, and Serius, who was beside him, also expressed surprise.

When faced with a situation where someone is about to kill you, isn't the normal reaction to focus on the killer himself to avoid his own death?

But from Surte's words, the flame giant seemed to be more concerned about the hidden meaning of Mimir's move.

"For me who wants to kill you...how do you feel weird?" Seleus scratched his head, and his potential 'murderer' asked the 'victim' what he thought of the 'killing declaration' just now...

It's weird no matter how you think about it, like some kind of psycho killer.

"It doesn't matter at all." Surte raised the flaming sword in his hand, and then pressed heavily on the ground.

The spreading force cut out a huge crack, and the magma from the ground went straight to the sky, and spread wantonly after falling, burning everything they passed through with blazing flames.

"I am the original, and I am also the end. My mission is to burn the entire world. Therefore, it is normal for all creatures that depend on the world to kill me."

"Isn't this reasonable attitude a bit foul?" Seleus complained.

Because of Surte's words, he felt an inexplicable sense of guilt in his heart, although this did not affect him to kill the flame giant later.

"Then, before our swords meet..." Soult brought his massive head to Serius's face. "Can you tell me why you sought the Fountain of Wisdom?"

"For the sake of the attitude you've shown is very comfortable."

Seleus told Soult what happened during this period without any concealment, and then carefully recalled all Mimir's actions as requested by the flame giant.

"This is the whole story." After speaking, Serius grabbed a handful of ice from the iceberg next to him and put it into his mouth, then looked curiously at Surte who was in deep thought. "Did it help you?"

"I roughly understand Mimir's plan." Surte, who seemed to have figured something out, looked at Hela of the Underworld, as if he could see something through many obstacles.

"Can you talk to me?" Serius leaned in front of Sirte. "I'm curious."

"Although thank you very much for telling the truth, it's a pity that I can't repay your kindness." Soulte shook his head, and then with both hands, he pulled out the great flame sword that penetrated the earth.

"Also, I don't intend to give up my life so easily. If you want, please come and take it yourself."

"This is exactly what I want." Seleus pulled out Olympus, and the dazzling thunder directly extended out a thunder blade comparable to Surte's head.

Just as Surte's flames had no effect on him, Serius could only use the Thunder Sword from Zeus in the face of the flame giant king.

"Honestly speaking, I would be troubled if you directly hand over Mimir's purpose after you understand Mimir's purpose."

From Sirte's previous remarks, it can be seen that this flame giant attaches great importance to his mission of destroying the world, but if such an existence voluntarily gives up his life because of a few words...

The meaning that it represents cannot be described in a sentence of careful thought and fear. Maybe, Serius will desperately try to protect Soult's life.

"..."

Soult didn't respond, he just silently raised the flaming sword in his hand, and swung it heavily towards Serius.

The big sword is like an extension of the flame giant's body. The golden sword body is burning with bright magic flames. The amazing heat and high temperature cannot be completely restrained because it is too large.

They radiated out, causing the air around Surte to violently distort. The scene was distorted like an old film, and the projected image was also out of focus and blurred.

"Zizzi-!"

Endless thunder and lightning gushed out of Serius, making him look like a huge giant made of countless thunder and lightning, and the great sword Olympus in his hand also became extremely huge due to the soaring thunder.

"drink!"

The blue veins on Serius' arm exploded, and he swung the great thunder sword in his hand. The violent blade tore through the air, and he slashed up against the flaming sword.

"clang----!"

Amidst the loud bang, the space where the blades intersected was distorted. It seemed that the whole world was screaming in pain.

The hurricane rolled back, the earth cracked, and the iceberg shattered. In the face of the terrifying power of Sirte and Seleus, the whole world seemed to be turned into a purgatory.

It's clearly the land of fire, but even lava can't even burn, it's turned into the most complete fly ash...

.........

"Have you already handed it over?"

The wise giant Mimir by the fountain of wisdom suddenly opened his eyes. Even though he was separated by many obstacles, he seemed to be able to see the two of them who were fighting fiercely.

"It seems that Surte has understood what I mean." The old giant who looked away couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and then, as if celebrating, he scooped up a glass of the Fountain of Wisdom and drank it slowly.

The eyes full of wisdom became brighter, Mimir sighed, and turned his gaze to the center of Hella in the kingdom of the underworld.

"Desperate..."

Chapter 48

"boom!"

The thick arms made of countless thunderbolts held the top of the head firmly, like a sword of flames that wanted to cut the world in two. Under that huge power, even Seleus's mighty power that could move mountains and fill seas was too strong. Tiny as an ant.

"Whoosh-boom!!!"

The giant that Thunder turned into was smashed into the iceberg, but Surte's attack was far from over.

I saw that he raised the flame sword high again, and the vast and endless flames continuously condensed on the blade, blooming a dazzling light far exceeding a thousand suns.

"Be reduced to ashes under the sword of the end! Shine the sun, the sword of flame!"

Surte roared, and dropped heavily the flame sword that illuminated the world in his hand. The dazzling golden flame seemed to swallow everything in the world.

The glaciers were collapsing and the ground was shattering. Surte, who burst out with all his strength, showed his terrifying power as a primitive giant. Wherever the flame sword passed, the entire Niflheim was shrouded in golden magic flames.

"boom!!!"

Seleus, holding the Thunder Sword aloft, gritted his teeth. He carried his back against each other, and his feet firmly pressed against the bottom, trying his best to support the Yaoyang Yanjian that the flame giant king slashed at him.

"Crack it-"

An unnatural crisp sound came from the deepest part of the Thunder Giant. Immediately, one of his feet broke suddenly, his body tilted, and he had to kneel down on one leg, and continued to use his shoulders and arms to continue supporting.

Seleus had a broken leg, but the pressure from Soult continued to mount.

"Damn it!" Serius, whose face was distorted and ferocious due to excessive force, almost burst out these words through his teeth. "Why...Sulte's...power is so powerful, even Yemengarde can't match him."

The pressure on his body became heavier and heavier. Even though he had exerted all the divine power in his body to the extreme, Seleus could not resist the incredible power of Sirte.

It's like... an ant is trying to fight against the mountain above its head. The powerlessness and despair that can't make the opponent stagnate in the slightest no matter how hard it tries, is enough to make almost all creatures feel fear.

But...Selius, who bears the name of courage, is not among them at all.

"Metis! Can you analyze the source of Surte's power?" Seleus growled as the veins on his forehead were bulging, and he was about to explode.

"This terrifying power is definitely not possessed by Sirte himself. He must have some weakness!"

Not out of jealousy towards Surte's power, or based on other negative emotions, Serius really noticed the abnormality of Surte's power.

Soult, who bears the destiny and controls the fire of burning the world, has already stood at the pinnacle of the entire world. If he still has the power to surpass Yemengarde, the body of the big snake that can wrap around the world will lose all meaning.

【flame!This is Muspelheim, the country of fire, and Surte's home field. Here, Surte, the king of flame giants, can receive the blessings of the entire world. 】

"So there is a field bonus?" Serius gritted his teeth, and there was deep regret in his voice. "I should have thought of it earlier!"

[The surrounding glaciers that have turned into purgatory are enough to prove the horror of Surte's power...]

[But look at the feet of the Flame Giant King, the lava that has been flowing has not even covered the soles of his feet. 】

"That is to say..." Although all the bones in his body were moaning incessantly, the corners of Seleus' mouth could not help but rise. "As long as his body is isolated from the flames, he will lose the protection of the Kingdom of Fire, right?"

[Have you thought of a countermeasure so quickly? 】

"more or less."

A crimson light flashed in Seleus' eyes for an instant, and then, as if he had given up all resistance, he let the terrifying sword completely crush him.

"boom!!!"

The earth trembled, the sky collapsed, and the power of Soult's sword split open a bottomless and terrifying canyon in Niflheim. The fiery magic flames enveloped the ground, making it hard to tell where it was. On the other side is Muspelheim, the land of fire.

"Ha!" Surte, who actually hit the target, was not happy about it. He drew the sword back and poured endless flame power into it again...

Reminded by the flame, he knew that Serius was not killed by his attack just now, but turned into a crimson flame, and escaped the moment before he was pushed into the bottomless abyss by the flame sword's huge force.

"Um?!"

Soult, who was accumulating energy to prepare for the next attack, suddenly found that the blessing of the flames had suddenly disappeared without a trace. Under deep doubts, he could only stop his energy accumulating attack, and then lowered his head to look at his feet—— The connection point of the Land of Fire.

I saw that the continuous lava had been replaced by a piece of silvery white object exuding a strong divine light at some point.

Surte couldn't recognize the material of that thing, but judging from the fact that they touched his body but were not directly melted—he was in big trouble.

"If you don't get rid of them quickly..." Surte raised his flame sword, and slammed it heavily into the silver-white substance under his feet.

"If you succeed this time, I will have a headache."

Accompanied by a sudden sound, a crimson flame instantly ignited in front of Surte, and from the flickering flame, the figure of Serius appeared in front of the flame giant king.

I saw his right hand raised high, and after gathering enough creative power, he slapped the ground hard.

"Boom--!!!"

The ground shook again, and the silver-white thing covering the soles of Surte's feet suddenly rose rapidly, and in the process, it turned into layers of shackles and bound the flame giant.

"Huh-huh-this time...should be able to restrain him for a while."

Looking at Surte, who was still struggling to break free from the shackles of his creative power despite his constant struggle, Serius, who was gasping for breath due to the consumption of a lot of divine power, slowly closed his eyes.

"Next, it's the last blow."

Calm down, calm down, adjust your state to the best, and gather all the remaining power on the left eye.

"destroy!!!"

The left eye opened angrily, and endless destructive power overflowed directly from the eye socket, igniting a crimson flame, and then, it was both a flame and a thunderous destructive light that bloomed in an instant, grazing directly towards Surte's head .

Before the air current touched it, it retreated like a pilgrimage, and the earth let out a desperate cry.

As for Surte, who just broke free from the shackles, he could only watch helplessly as the shattered brilliance hit him...

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Surte, whose head was penetrated by the light of destruction, let out a painful roar, but before his consciousness completely dissipated, the golden pupils that were gradually dimming looked towards the deepest part of the Nine Realms unconsciously...

Chapter 49

With the flame crown dropped after killing Sirte... Although I don't know why a pair of horns are called the crown, it is indeed a symbol of the flame giant king.

Of course, Seleus also got the flame sword 'Branch of Destruction' that inexplicably became smaller after losing his master Surte.

However, although the size became suitable, most of the flame sword's power was lost like its suddenly smaller size, and the entire sword body was also dim and dull, with no form or spirit.

Serius had reason to suspect that this sword was actually a part of Surte, otherwise it would be impossible to explain the changes that took place after the death of the Flame Giant King.

"'Boss fight to explode equipment' and 'seller show and buyer show', this is a familiar and uncomfortable sight." Serius shook his head, then sighed softly.

"Forget it...Anyway, I planned to give this sword to Mimir as a token of defeating Sirte. This lost power just gave me an excuse to convince myself."

In short, Seleus, who fulfilled the wisdom giant's request, quickly returned to the Fountain of Urd with two tokens, and saw three goddesses who seemed to be waiting for him.

"Salute to you, warrior from a foreign land."

Before Serius could respond, the older, more majestic and calmer of the three goddesses stepped forward and nodded slightly to him.

"That's not necessary, respectable Uld, the eldest daughter of fate." Seleus hurriedly returned the salute. There is no simple god who has a relationship with fate, especially the three goddesses of fate in front of him.

"Excuse me, is the wise giant Mimir here?" Seleus shook the flame crown and the 'Branch of Destruction' in his hands. "I have fulfilled his request and come to ask for the cup of wisdom spring water that I deserve."