Dragon Clan: Started by being picked up by Xia Mi, and then defeated the strong

Chapter 538: Only One, Surtel
With just one glance, Xia Mo recognized that the Fire Giant was an enlarged version of the Molten Core Giant. He was the manifestation of Levatin, in other words, Levatin's true body.

After being politely rejected by Xia Mo, Levatin roared and howled. The fires in the mountains sensed his wrath and all spewed out hot liquid rock, scorched gold and flowing stones. Thick volcanic ash covered the sky and blocked out the sun.

The eruption of a volcano is a scene that only exists in hell. All the colors of the world are taken away by it, leaving only the terrifying black and molten red. The winding and flowing magma seems to be the blood of the earth giant. The earth is dying and all things are wailing.

Xia Mo seemed exceptionally calm, for she knew that this earth-shattering power belonged to her.

During Ragnarok, Surtur held the flaming sword Levatin tightly and led the army of fire giants to charge towards the world tree. They crossed the magnificent Rainbow Bridge, invaded the kingdom of Asgard, and buried the gods.

The god Frey severely injured him, but Surtur also threw Levatin into the sky and finally set the world tree Yggdrasil on fire. The earth was charred and broken, and sank into the boiling sea. The world was destroyed.

After destruction comes rebirth.

A new world was born on the wasteland, in chaos.

Levatin stuffed all his reluctance, hatred, loathing and other negative emotions into Xia Mo's mind. In this way, he wanted to assimilate Xia Mo into one and occupy her strong body. From then on, he would be the real Surtel.

Xia Mo accepted Levadin's emotions generously and closed her eyes. She seemed to experience Ragnarok all over again, roaring for the war that shattered the world, and the desire to fight burned like wildfire.

you are me,
I am you,
I am Surtel.

Fire Giant Surtur!!
Levatin's bewitching voice sounded in Xia Mo's ears, captivating her heart. As long as Xia Mo nodded, she would be the leader of the Fire Giant Legion, the king of Muspelheim. The light and heat cast by the boiling mountain fires would be the salute of praise, and the end of power and authority would be within her reach.

But Xia Mo will lose her self-will, and her present and future will only have one name - Surtel.

"I reject."

Xia Mo uttered her answer and opened her eyes. There were no brilliant golden pupils nor captivating red eyes, only a pair of tranquil and distant eyes.

Suddenly, the gushing mountain fires went out one by one like lamps, the dazzling magma cooled into igneous rock, the swirling volcanic ash dispersed, and the moon and stars became sparse.

"Why?" Levatin demanded, "You need my strength! You can't live without me!"

The fire giant roared, trying to break free from the chains, shaking them with all his might, causing heaven and earth to tremble.

But it’s useless because…

"You're just a tool." Xia Mo said lightly, and the noisy voice in her head disappeared.

"I am Surtel, but remember there is always a premise, I am Xia Mo."

"I use you, Levatin, only because I find you useful. Without you, I still have other abilities to kill the enemy."

"You are trying to put your obsession above mine," Xia Mo suddenly raised her head, wondering from the bottom of her heart, "Are you worthy of it?"

"Qualifications, where are they?"

Levadin remained silent, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him, and his arrogance subsided. After a long time, he asked.

"Ambition, what is your ambition? Use your ambition to conquer me."

Ambition? Levatin's words really stumped Xia Mo. She had many plans and interests, which could not be considered ambition. What was Xia Mo's ambition? In fact, she had the answer from the very beginning.

"Return to peace," Xia Mo said, "There is a gap in my heart that cannot calm me down. I have been looking for my memory, maybe it can fill my gap."

"Before that, anyone who stands in my way will be my enemy, and I will defeat them, kill them, and turn their bones into ashes."

Levadin was silent again. He looked at this woman who had inexplicably inherited His power, as if He wanted to see through her soul and see her essence.

What disappointed him was that he didn't see any gaps, and he couldn't even see Xia Mo's essence. This indirectly showed how ambitious Xia Mo was, and perhaps it would allow him to see a more exciting story.

In silence, Levatin made his choice.

He raised his hand with his palm facing up and placed it in front of Xia Mo.

Xia Mo glanced at Levatin and walked up calmly. Her vision was raised. Levatin sent her to his shoulder and Xia Mo stepped on the shoulder of the fire giant.

"Tool? You are the first one to call me that," Levadin said in a loud voice, "and I will call you - Master."

Levatin, surrender.

Xia Mo hummed.

When the voice fell, the dormant volcano revived and reignited, and the world was brand new. In this molten world, Xia Mo learned the true name of Laevatain - the Branch of Destruction, Laevatain.

[Conceptual Armament, Branch of Destruction: Burns continuously, emitting light brighter than the sun, has a real killing effect on world artifacts]
So, does Surtur’s conceptual weapon really hurt?
Xia Mo was a little surprised.

In short, Xia Mo has completely mastered the power of Surtur and can be called a real Sister 42. This power is no longer the power of words but the power of origin.

……

Xia Mo opened her eyes brightly. When she stood up, she noticed that her other hand was held by Xia Mi, who was sleeping on the edge of the bed.

"Be careful not to catch a cold." Xia Mo muttered. Of course, she knew that Xia Mi couldn't catch a cold, but life requires some "common sense". Xia Mo didn't want to become a person without humanity.

Pulling her hands apart, Xia Mo carefully got out of bed and picked up Xia Mi in her arms like a princess. She lowered her head and saw the tears in the girl's eyes from a close distance.

Squeezed out when yawning?

Did I miss something?

Xia Mo tilted her head.

Put him to bed, cover him with a small quilt, turn off the lights, and go to sleep.

Silent all night.

The next day, Angé rushed to Tokyo to meet Xia Mo. They met in a cafe. According to Xia Mo, it was very safe here and there was no need to worry about walls having eavesdroppers.

Angé had no objection to this, nor was he afraid that Xia Mo would appease the eight hundred swordsmen by taking the smashing of cups as a signal.

He felt that there was nothing special about this cafe except that the female manager was a very beautiful lady and the decoration was tasteful.

"Principal Ange, let me be frank. I am the Dragon King," said Xia Mo.

Ange put down the coffee he was about to take a sip of, revealing a very complicated expression, one of surprise, confusion, and helplessness. Thousands of words could be summed up in one sentence: Not a buddy.

"I can guess it," Ange said, "but you tried so hard to hide it from me in the other world line, why are you speaking openly in front of me? Do you underestimate the old man's obsession?"

"First of all, I didn't go to great lengths to hide it. Secondly, I don't think it's necessary to hide it any longer. The world will be doomed before the Black King is resurrected. Let's not think about pushing and pulling the strings now." Xia Mo spread her hands.

“…Who is the enemy we are facing?”

"A god who can cross the timeline to fight us... Lu Mingze said so. He is almost a surrenderist. Lu Mingze, you should know him."

Upon hearing this, Angé frowned. He knew very well what level Lu Mingze was at. Even if the White King was resurrected, Lu Mingze was sure to kill him. Xia Mo said that Lu Mingze was almost a surrenderist... American swear word, how powerful is God?
(End of this chapter)