Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"That guy didn't do anything bad to you, did he?"

"Please rest assured, seniors, you can enjoy my performance from below."

Jibril smiled brightly; this was her first time using her new power, and she was naturally excited.

The brilliant halo above his head turned pitch black, and a terrifying black light burst forth from within him, causing the spirits to surge and the space to tremble.

"Why does it feel like Jibril has suddenly become so strong?"

Raphael is currently below, and from this angle, it's clear that Jibril's aura instantly overwhelmed the other Skywings.

"Didn't you say you were being abused every day over there?"

Seeing Jibril's appearance, Raphael suddenly began to doubt Azriel's words.

"Abuse! It's definitely abuse!"

Azriel was furious. Placing her there and binding her was nothing short of torture.

"It was that guy who forced Little Jeep to fuse with the divine essence. Thanks to Little Jeep's extraordinary talent, he not only survived but also greatly improved his strength."

Azriel describes Jibril's ordeal in a language full of subjectivity and prejudice.

Raphael felt that the truth was probably not like that, but he didn't care and showed a surprised expression.

"Jiburier fused with divine essence? Does that mean she's now considered a divine being?"

"Probably, I'm not sure."

Azriel shrugged.

"Oh?"

From within the throne, Artesius made an unexpected sound and then laughed.

"Hehehe, interesting, really interesting. Come on, extra-character, let me see how much you've grown outside."

As soon as he finished speaking, he remained in the position of supporting his cheek, and with just the raising of his right hand, Abant let out a mournful cry, causing time and space to tremble.

Meanwhile, outside, in the sky, thick clouds transformed into a pitch-black storm, and beyond the planet, a dark halo completely enveloped everyone's world.

No Game No Life Zero: Chapter 47 - A Fierce Bombing!

"Tsk, these Skywing race lunatics!"

Ronnie stared at the sky, speechless. They were the ones who started this fight, so how come the outsider ended up causing the biggest commotion?

However, this is indeed very much like the Skywing race.

They barge into other people's battlefields and then declare war on everyone. Those lunatics, whose minds are consumed by nothing but war, cannot be judged by common sense.

But now that they're here, they can't back down.

"We can't lose to them either! Marrow Burst, all missiles fired! Target: the Forest Elf fleet!"

"Damn it! This is getting more and more chaotic, this is my territory!"

Sink was scratching his scalp so hard it was almost raw.

She didn't know who would win this round, but she knew that after this attack, the forest elf nation was probably doomed.

With so many weapons, tearing the entire continent apart would be a piece of cake.

"Senior, should we retreat?"

"Blake asked."

"Retreat? Retreat what! Where can we retreat to in this situation!"

Sink's tone was unusually agitated.

"We're coming too! Even if we die, we'll take those moles with us! Void Zero Blessing, Unleash All Spells! Bombard those mole warships!"

Even if we don't want the Star Cup, we must kill the goblins. This perfectly reflects the forest elves' attitude towards goblins.

"Understood! Void Zero Protection, activate!"

Magic and technology, the combined power of both forces, soared into the sky.

Meanwhile, beneath the dark ring, Jibril held her head high, a look of ecstasy on her face.

"These ignorant ground crawlers dare to bare their fangs at us. You'll have to pay the price for this arrogance with your own bodies."

Jibril's lips curled into a wild smile as she uttered a loud, arrogant remark.

Inside the temple.

Artesius clenched his right fist, and the entire temple began to shake violently. A terrified buzzing sound echoed in the air, as if he were holding something terrifying in his palm.

Golden pupils pierced through space, locking onto their target.

then.

He swung his arm down.

"Divine Strike".

The halo expanded, and the pitch-black power that blotted out the sky surged downwards like a tidal wave, making the entire sky seem to be falling.

The three forces converged in the air.

In a short time.

A blinding light instantly enveloped the entire world. Space crumbled inch by inch.

It is clear that the power of black overwhelmingly crushes the other two colors.

The energy converged, then expanded outwards with even greater ferocity. The power of the divine strike was greater than the combined armaments of the two races. The surging power spread outwards in an astonishing manner, as if a god were displaying his majesty to this land.

"So powerful! Quick, activate the ship's defenses!"

"Permanent Fourth Protection activated!"

A cacophony of noise arose from both fleets.

Even a weapon capable of slaying gods cannot withstand a single blow from a true god.

Ronnie remained relatively calm. Even in the face of this situation, he did not panic. His own god had personally come to the battlefield and would not stand by and watch them be swallowed up.

But it's different for the Forest Elf race.

Sink is already thinking about her own affairs. Unless Surtr suddenly appears, she has no one to rely on and can only pray that the defensive spells she developed are reliable enough.

Click.

A crack spread across the transparent shield.

That's it.

Despair was written all over her face, but suddenly, an even more desperate voice came from behind her.

"Ah!!! I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!!!"

He suddenly turned his head.

The source of the sound was a girl with large horns, standing beside the other person.

"Surtr!"

"Wow, this is really a perfect time!"

Surtr stepped onto the deck of the warship and exclaimed in amazement at the apocalyptic scene before him.

At my feet.

Scherer had already knelt down, clinging to Surtr's leg, his screams of terror heart-wrenching. He had only intended to come along to do some diplomatic work with his future partner.

"But why did we have to encounter something like this right from the start? Demon Lord, save me!"

"If you dare wipe your snot on me, I'll throw you at me."

"This is the power of the God of War. He truly deserves to be the strongest divine species."

Okan narrowed his eyes, marveling at his opponent's strength, and then reached out to try and erase the impact.

But, in the next instant, even faster than his movement, a pitch-black sun rapidly expanded before his eyes.

A feeling of despair instantly spread to the surroundings.

All races.

Those with weak willpower begin to tremble, their throats seem to be constricted by an invisible force, and even their breathing slows down.

Sink stood there, stunned, her gaze unconsciously drawn to the flames, but her biological instincts told her not to look.

It was a power that could inspire fear in anyone with just a glance.

Consciousness seemed to have been frozen at that moment.

The two dark forces collided in the air, but instead of the previous massive commotion, they were as quiet and still as the night.

It was less of a collision and more of a devouring, a nibbling away.

One side swallowed the other's power whole, like a bottomless abyss, until the power, the impact, and even the sound on the field all disappeared.

The black flames were dissipating, and the temperature seemed to have dropped a few degrees at that moment.

"What is that...?"

Only after the flames disappeared did anyone dare to speak, and even they themselves didn't realize that their voices were trembling.

"I have never seen such a terrifying power before. Just looking at it makes me feel that everything I am doing is meaningless."

"Was it created by the forest species? How do they have such powerful weapons?"

A commotion erupted on the battlefield, while on the ground, Surtr extinguished the last flame in his hand.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

The first use of the power of despair, combined with his own authority, produced an astonishing effect.

The flames seemed to return all existence to nothingness. Tsk tsk tsk, she's terrifyingly strong now.

Her gaze swept across the entire battlefield.

His gaze lingered on Abant for a moment, then shifted to the location of the goblin.

On the hull of the warship stood an unfamiliar old man, who, if I'm not mistaken, was Okan.

In his hand... was a dodecahedron.

"Depend on!"

Surtr instinctively cried out.

The shape, the texture—isn't that a Star Cup? Why is it in Old Deng's hands? Why bother with a hammer? Just throw it away.

The arrogance that had been fueled by gaining the Demon King's power immediately deflated.

Don't be fooled by how simple it seems to reveal the Star Cup; it's a cosmic artifact.

The power of this world is merely a drop from the Star Cup; the two sides are simply not on the same level.

It was this that she had sensed before.

But how did it end up in their hands? And how did they manage to do it?

After the initial shock, Surtr narrowed his eyes and pondered.

No Game No Life Zero: Chapter 48 The Advantage Lies With Me x3

"Lord Surtr, those damned moles dared to attack us, they don't take you seriously at all. Why don't we take this opportunity to teach them what peace is?"

Sink whispered in His Majesty Surtr's ear like a treacherous minister.

The moment the enemy boarded the warship, Sink felt his confidence instantly increase.

Goblins and winged creatures are nothing but cats and dogs in front of them. It would be best to teach those guys a painful lesson.

Something about your character seems off; you're like a villainous underling straight out of a wish-fulfillment novel.

Surtr's expression was somewhat subtle.

Her impression of this lecherous creature was getting increasingly skewed.

Pinching her chin, she turned her head to look at the goblin and Abant.

The atmosphere fell into a subtle silence after Surtr appeared.