The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 451 Ragnarok
Surtur's towering body, like a mountain, cast a huge shadow over Asgard, like a giant moving volcano.

Every move he made carried the power to destroy the world.

The huge palm, wrapped in surging flame power, swung towards Hela rapidly in an almost violent manner.

"Snapped!"

There was a deafening roar, like a thunderclap exploding in my ears.
Hela was slammed back to the ground like an insignificant ant.

The moment Hela's body touched the ground, it was like a heavy bomb falling to the ground, creating a huge deep pit with a diameter of several meters. The surrounding ground seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, cracking into dense cracks.

After Surtur succeeded in his attack, without any pause, he raised high with both hands the greatsword that seemed to be born from the abyss of fire.

The blade of this greatsword is completely condensed from blazing flames. The flames violently roll and jump, telling an ancient spell of destruction, as if to drag the entire universe into this endless purgatory of fire.

"The terrifying law of fire."

Weiss stood not far away and couldn't help muttering to himself.

He could clearly feel that Surtur's existence was simply the perfect embodiment of the law of fire.

Every inch of his body flowed with pure and powerful fire power, and every wave of power was like a volcanic eruption.
No wonder he possesses such terrifying power.

Hela was somewhat dazed by this sudden and violent attack.
She is the renowned goddess of death. Over the long years, she has experienced countless brutal battles and possesses a stubborn and tenacious spirit that refuses to admit defeat.

Her teeth chattered and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes, full of hatred, still stared firmly at Surtur in front of her.

She used all her strength, mobilized every bit of the law of death in her body, and held up the sword blade that was pressing down like a mountain.

Her legs were shaking violently under this horrible weight, and she seemed to be about to collapse at any moment, but she still gritted her teeth and persevered.

Finally, one of her knees involuntarily fell to the ground. Under her weight, cracks appeared on the ground again. Those cracks were like hideous scars, spreading in all directions.

Asgard cannot be destroyed, she cried out in despair in her heart. She had just broken the seal and regained her freedom. This land was not only the source of her power, but also the place she longed to rule and establish supreme authority. She would never allow it to be destroyed like this.

"Thor, this is also your hometown. Can you bear to see it destroyed?"

Hela raised her head, her gaze passing over the smoke and chaotic battlefield, looking at Thor not far away.

Her voice contained a hint of reluctance, a hint of despair, and a hint of hope in trying to impress Thor.

There was a hint of vulnerability in her eyes at this moment. Although it was only a brief moment, Thor caught it.

Thor was also covered in wounds at this time. His armor was shattered, revealing the wounded skin underneath. Blood continued to seep out of the wounds, staining his clothes red.

He staggered to his feet, swaying a few times.

There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, which was the attachment and reluctance to leave his hometown, as well as the struggle with the decision he was about to make.

But after hearing Hela's words, the hesitation was gradually replaced by determination.

Hela was too powerful. Even if Weiss and I joined forces, we could only cause her some minor injuries and could not pose any substantial threat to her.

The only way to defeat her completely and end this terrible disaster is to destroy Asgard.

If Hela weren't so bloodthirsty and ambitious, Thor might be happy to have a sister. Together, they could protect Asgard, enjoy the peace and tranquility of this land, and pass on Asgard's glory and splendor. But now, everything is impossible. The gears of fate have begun to turn, heading towards an irreversible direction.

Under the continued pressure of Surtur's terrifying power, Hela burst out with her last strength.

Her eyes suddenly flashed with a strange light, which was like a ghost fire from the dark abyss.

The aura of death around him was like a raging black tide, surging and rolling wildly, as if to devour everything around it.

She howled to the sky, the sound like the cry of an owl at night.

Then, she thrust her arms upwards, and a suffocatingly powerful dark magic burst out from her body.

This force was like the explosion of a dark star, impacting everything around it.

Surtur was knocked back a few steps by the force. His huge body left deep footprints on the ground, and the surrounding ground collapsed due to the impact.

All of Asgard trembled and the earth groaned in pain.

Hela took advantage of Surtur's retreat and pushed the ground hard with both feet, causing the ground to crack instantly under her feet.

She was like a black meteor, soaring in the air with an unstoppable momentum.

The dagger in her hand flashed with a cold light, which seemed to be able to cut through space. Her target was directly aimed at Surtur's huge eyes.

This is Surtur's weakness. As long as it can be hit there, perhaps the situation of the battle can be turned around and the situation will be changed, which is extremely unfavorable to Hela.

Just when Hela's dagger was about to pierce Surtur's eyes, a dazzling light shield suddenly appeared in front of her.

Weiss had been paying close attention to the situation on the battlefield. At this critical moment, he quickly mobilized the law of light and compiled a light shield.

The shield blocked the attack for less than 1 second, but this short second played a crucial role.

This second allowed Surtur to react. He quickly adjusted his posture, and the sword in his hand drew an arc in the air, carrying powerful force and blazing flames, slashing horizontally with the force of thunder.

The greatsword cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound and sent Hela flying.

Hela's body was like a kite with a broken string, tumbling in the air, drawing a long arc, and crashing heavily into the distant mountains.

The mountain was hit by Hela, leaving a huge dent.

Surtur looked at everything in front of him, his whole body shining with bright fiery red light. In that light, there was a crazy fighting spirit, wanting to burn everything in Asgard to ashes.

It also means a sense of relief. He has been waiting for this moment for too long. Destroying Asgard is his innate mission, and now it is finally going to be accomplished.

"I'm coming, Asgard!!"

He roared again, and this roar seemed to shake the sky as if it was about to break, and the clouds were shaken apart.

Then he thrust the giant flaming sword in his hand through the ground of Asgard.

(End of this chapter)