Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"what?"

Jibril took it, her gaze falling on the long, blue, rectangular object in her hand.

"sword?"

Jibril gripped the hilt and drew the sword from its sheath; the gleaming silver blade reflected her expression of confusion and surprise.

"This sword possesses a very mysterious power."

"This is a treasure of our world."

Surtr explained.

"The sheath grants you a fairly high level of immortality."

"The sword is a ray of starlight. Regardless of its power, you will be victorious forever under the protection of starlight. With this, your success rate should increase significantly."

"Oh, right."

As if remembering something, Surtr took out a starlight similar to the Divine Essence from his backpack and had it wrap around Jibril.

"Now there are two paths. If you still fail, it can only mean that you have been envied by the heavens."

"Weapons forged from starlight, huh, your world is truly fascinating."

Even Jibril couldn't imagine how such a fantastical thing should be used.

but.

Thanks.

After saying this, Jibril held the sword to her chest, raised the Beast God's essence with one hand, and slowly integrated it into her body.

Surtr, standing before the other, tilted his head in confusion before a look of shock appeared on his face.

I finally realized what had just happened.

I go.

She actually heard this Skywing race say thank you! Has the sun risen in the west?

No Game No Life Zero: Chapter 42 I Am Invincible

Leaving aside the issue of the Skywing's sudden lapse in judgment, another Skywing, whose mind had been teetering on the edge, had already returned to her loyal companion, Abant.

Obviously.

Jibril's previous question was not just a question; after they were able to use the spirits, these winged creatures were not as obedient as they seemed.

In the center of Abant, a noisy commotion arose in the hall of the throne, which should have been solemn.

boom!

The main hall doors were suddenly pushed open, and a small, green figure rushed in from outside, tears streaming down its face.

"Waaaaaah! Lord Artosh! After all the hardships, Azriel has finally seen you again!"

As if she had seen her long-lost father, Azriel shouted and rushed to the edge of the platform, seemingly wanting to convey all the longing she had felt over the past few days through her loud voice.

On top of the Amyrlin Throne.

The towering figure, like a stone sculpture, opened its eyes. On its majestic face, its deep pupils, which seemed to take in everything in the world, were now reflecting the thing below the platform.

It seemed to reveal a hint of disdain.

An eerie silence filled the hall, and Azriel's voice seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, gradually fading away.

Standing up, Azriel patted her knees, bowed to the figure on the throne, and spoke in a much more formal tone.

"My lord, Azriel has been successfully returned."

"Hmm, what about the side story characters? Didn't they come back with you?"

The tall man finally looked at the pathetic thing below with a proper gaze.

"Yes, Jibril is still on infiltration missions."

Azriel was spouting nonsense with a straight face.

If you really go into hiding, do you think you can come back?

Artes really wanted to roll his eyes, but considering that this was completely out of character for him, he held back for the time being.

Something seems to have gone wrong with the original individual I created ever since Jibril was born.

"Alright, tell me what you've seen and heard during your infiltration."

After a fraction of a second of deliberation, Altshu decided to give her some face.

"Yes!"

Azriel's tone visibly rose a few notches, and what followed was an extremely subjective personal experience.

The focus is on depicting how cunning, treacherous, and ruthless Surtr is, and how Azriel, under duress, remains steadfast in her beliefs, outwits and outfights him, and ultimately escapes.

After a lengthy explanation, Azriel finally came to a conclusion.

"In short, an individual named Surtur is trying to weaken your power by stopping the war, while simultaneously hunting down gods and absorbing their divine essence to increase his own power."

The somewhat drowsy war god finally received a useful remark.

That is to say, he was lenient enough; if he had been in charge, Azriel would have been fired today.

The opponent's actions were not too unexpected; there are only a few ways to deal with the divine species.

However, there is one thing that I am quite concerned about.

War stroked his stiff beard and asked.

"You're saying she's now the Demon King?"

"Uh, yes."

Azriel paused for a moment, then nodded, wondering why the other party would react to the Demon King.

Although it is very strong, the opponent is ultimately just a fantasy species. Is it more concerning than those god species?

That is certainly true for the God of War.

Devil.

It was a very special fantasy species. Its combat strength was not important, but its nature was quite unique.

The end of the world is an extremely grand concept.

The birth process of fantasy species and divine species is very similar. Both are manifestations of a certain existence. Those fantasy species do not have divine essence, or you could say they are just unlucky.

To be honest, the God of War thinks it wouldn't be surprising if a god-like being that symbolizes the end were to actually be born.

When Surtr became the Demon King, and considering the Demon King's act of devouring divine essence, he naturally thought in that direction.

A demon king of divine race is something to look forward to.

As he pondered, he suddenly paused, then slowly turned his gaze in one direction.

The gaze pierced through the barrier of endless space and landed on a continent beneath their feet.

A surge of power originated from that space and spread across a small part of the continent in an instant.

It was as if something extremely terrifying was born from it, but it quickly disappeared again.

What is that?

Even the God of War had never seen such a being before; it was as if some being beyond human intelligence had descended upon that continent in that instant.

That location...

If his memory serves him right, that place should be the goblin stronghold.

"hehe."

Sudden.

He laughed out loud.

Why is my lord laughing?

Azriel was puzzled, but then she gave her answer on her own.

"Ah, I see. They must be mocking Surtr's overestimation of his abilities, right? As expected, it's too wishful thinking for someone of his caliber to challenge our lord."

"...You really hate her?"

"I hate anyone who disrespects my Lord!"

Azriel puffed out her chest and gave a perfectly standard answer.

Altshu felt there was no need for him to pay attention to this emotional guy.

I looked away again, and the corners of my mouth unconsciously curled up once more.

Those little dwarfs seem to have made something quite interesting.

Since Surtr has brought this thing again, it seems that this great battle is coming to an end.

What a wealth of talent this era has to offer!

……

"Holy crap, Daddy! You actually did it!!!"

Beneath the Divine Furnace, Ronnie's jaw nearly dropped to the ground as he stared in astonishment at the massive power unit before him.

Are the gods that the goblins planted really that powerful?!

They can even make star cups.

He was just joking around.

Meanwhile, inside the Divine Fire Furnace.

Okan stroked his beard, staring at the dodecahedron in front of him, which looked like transparent crystal, his small eyes filled with great doubt.

How did it suddenly become a success?

Although it was embarrassing to talk about, even Okan didn't know why he created the Star Cup.

If his memory serves him correctly, he should be following his instincts to create the outer shell of the Star Cup.

then.

The moment the outer shell was completed, the power appeared immediately.

Could it have flowed from the real Star Cup?

There seems to be no better explanation than this.

Upon seeing this, Okan's eyes lit up, and he excitedly reached out and grasped the treasure that all the gods coveted.

All power is at your fingertips!

The moment he grasped it, Okan felt as if he had become the only god of this planet!

He's invincible!

No Game No Life Zero: Chapter 43 - A Thousand Forest Spirits, A Thousand Quirks

"Big Daddy! You really succeeded!"

Before the divine furnace, the old man appeared, and Ronnie immediately went to greet him, asking in surprise.

Seeing the other party's expression, Okan also showed a smug look.

"Of course, I am the God of Forging. There is nothing in this world that I cannot create."

talking.

As if showing off, a crystal-clear dodecahedron appeared in the palm of his right hand.

Its mere existence is enough to attract everyone's attention.

The same goes for Ronnie.

"This is... the Star Cup? The throne of the one and only god that the divine races have been pursuing has been forged just like that?"

He suddenly felt a sense of absurdity, wondering why he had even bothered fighting the war if he had known this would happen.

Tens of thousands of years is not as effective as the other side hitting the hammer for a week.