Miss Surtr will ignite the world

This must be what they mean by a three-way balance of power.

Surtr, Okan, and the God of War.

Goblin, Forest Elf, Skywing.

Judging from the current situation, the three parties are roughly equal in strength, and if they were to fight, it is not impossible for all three to suffer heavy losses.

In the end, no one will benefit, and some lazy opportunists might even steal the spoils.

Now, the two sides exchange a few trash words from dozens of kilometers apart, then go home and find their own mothers, and then arrange a time to meet in the grove.

If one's mind is functioning normally, that's how one should think, right?

But the strange thing is, the people here aren't exactly normal in their minds.

Okan: With the Star Cup in hand, I rule the world. I am now invincible. Whether it's Surtr or the God of War, whether it's one or two, it makes no difference.

God of War: At the end of the divine path, who stands at the peak? Upon seeing the God of War, all paths become meaningless. Forgive my bluntness, but everyone else here is trash.

Surtr: What demons and monsters? Do you even know the value of the End Device? As a noble transmigrator, do you think she'd be afraid of you local natives?

The three non-human beings all felt they had a great advantage.

Why retreat when you could have easily wiped out the situation?

Today is the day I ascend to the one true God!

In an eerie silence, Surtr, without turning his head, spoke to the people behind him.

"Sherlock, Schubert, Sink, find a chance to retreat, and be careful to protect yourselves."

Having said that, she took a step forward and vanished from the spot.

"Ah, don't go! Demon King, please take me back first!"

Sherler looked dejected, as if the sky was about to fall.

On the other side, in Abant, a group of little girls fell from the sky and lay on the ground, looking as listless as pickled cucumbers.

"What was that just now? Why did it feel so much like the Demon King?"

As an individual created by the God of War in his early years, Raphael had many experiences fighting against the Demon King and was quite familiar with the feeling of despair he had just experienced.

But isn't the Demon King supposed to be unable to move? Why is he here?

“That’s Surtr.”

Jibril descended from the sky and explained.

"Ah, little Jeep! You haven't shrunk at all."

Azriel pounced on the other person in surprise.

"You mean Surtr?"

Raphael remained relatively calm, after all, it was normal for his body to undergo some changes after consuming the divine essence.

"Yeah, that guy somehow turned the Demon King into a god and then ate her divine essence."

"This...this can really be done?"

Raphael was shocked.

"She just can do it."

Jibril shrugged, and just as she finished speaking, a hearty laugh came from behind her.

"Hahaha, very good, very good. You can even use the power of the Demon King for your own purposes. My judgment was right after all."

Almost instantly, all the Skywing beings present stood up, turning in unison to look in the direction from which the sound came, their faces filled with reverence and disbelief.

A tall man with sixteen wings on his back stepped out of the entrance to the hall and arrived at the edge of Abant.

"My Lord! You actually came out!"

Azriel was so shocked that she could barely speak.

Since her birth, she has never seen him stand up from the throne; those who don't know better would think he has become one with the throne.

"If I continue to sit here, I would be underestimating my opponents."

"Altsch said, then turned to look at Jibril, a relieved smile on his face.

“Side character, you’ve grown very quickly.”

"I am far inferior to you."

Jibril possessed him, and said humbly.

"That's natural."

Artesian, however, showed no modesty whatsoever. His majestic, golden eyes fell upon the ground, like those of a dragon eyeing its prey.

"Today is the day I ascend the throne of the One God."

Okan's words were forceful and clear, as if he were stating certain facts, and the star cup in his hand shone brightly.

"Keep talking in your dreams."

The voice came from the void, and Surtr charged into Okan's front with his sword.

In a three-way battle, it's natural to first figure out the opponent's hand.

Now, Okanbi is more noteworthy than the God of War.

It's almost certain that the Star Cup in the other party's possession isn't genuine; it's probably a replica they created. As for its power, that will require testing.

The gleaming blade sliced ​​through the air, accompanied by a sharp, ringing sound.

call.

The sword swung down, cutting through the air, but Okan's body was still some distance away from her.

This is clearly not a mistake that Surtr would make.

At the same time, Okanah, whose mouth was hidden under his beard, opened and uttered a single word.

"die."

The words contained a kind of rule-like power, as if the whole world was trying to kill you.

That was a command far more forceful than the Dragon Essence Language. Even Surtr's muscles trembled involuntarily, and his internal bones creaked.

"This power is truly worthy of a device that looks exactly like the Star Cup."

Surtr took a look and praised it.

Okan: "?"

How could it have such power? Nothing happened at all!

what's the situation?

Okan was momentarily bewildered by his initial failure, but now was not the time to dwell on it. Surtr attacked again, his blade gleaming with a dark light, tearing a black rift in the space it passed through.

Distance is no longer an obstacle between the two.

Meanwhile.

In the sky, a tall man burst into wild laughter, and the world seemed to tremble at his laughter. A dark, raging wind danced wildly, and the man raised his clenched right hand.

"How could I miss out on such a spectacular battle!"

The God of War smiled, the power gathering in his hands was no weaker than the divine strike from before, and was even stronger.

The so-called divine strike naturally refers to an attack launched by a god.

It was just his basic attack.

For those good-for-nothings, we can just use the Skywing race to get by, but not in this battle.

He has always respected the strong.

Divine Strike.

Artes threw a punch at the two people in mid-air.

"Hmph, perfect, now I'll take care of both of you at the same time."

Surtr showed no fear, stopped his pursuit, raised his greatsword high, and a jet-black flame that seemed capable of devouring everything burst forth from the blade.

"You're the ones who deserve to die."

Okan snorted coldly, and as he activated the Star Cup in his hand, cannon barrels appeared from his side.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! Everyone! If you don't want to die, get out of the battlefield as fast as you can!"

No Game No Life Zero: Chapter 49 - Giving the Star a Haircut

Suddenly, a blinding black light shone on the earth, carrying a world-destroying aura. The war situation was completely rewritten at this moment. The fleets that were originally facing each other fled frantically in the opposite direction like frightened ants, fearing that they would be affected by the terrifying aftershocks.

"Waaaaaah!!! Help! I don't want to die!"

Sherler held Hugh's petite body tightly.

At this moment, even the fact that she was the only demon remaining on the forest elf warship paled in comparison to even a fraction of the fear brought about by the impending catastrophe.

This doesn't even qualify as a war.

Those three guys were aiming to destroy the entire world.

Boom!

A violent tremor came from the bottom of the ship, and a feeling of weightlessness instantly swept over his body. Sink's fingers gripped the handrail tightly, his fingertips turning white. He could only barely use magic to stabilize himself, and had no strength left.

At the edge of the horizon, a terrifying scene unfolded, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing.

The power unleashed by a single collision far exceeded that of the god-slaying weapons they had created.

boom!

In sight, the Fourth Protection of Eternity, a sealing technique that took twenty years to compile, was the strongest defense capable of even blocking Heavenly Strike. But now, it was like a piece of porcelain riddled with cracks, emitting a brittle sound under the terrifying impact.

The next second, the porcelain shattered with a crash, turning into countless points of light.

The surging energy surge, like a runaway beast, crashed into the warship's hull in an instant. The massive warship was like a small fish caught in a storm vortex, tiny and helpless.

Even if they are far away from the battlefield.

The ground trembled violently, tables and chairs overturned, and rubble rolled down, making it extremely difficult to even stand.

"What happened? Was it an earthquake?"

"Quickly! Everyone get out of the cave! Quickly!"

Urgent shouts rang out one after another. Clonis, supporting herself against the wall, staggered and followed the fleeing crowd toward the cave entrance.

But the moment she stepped out of the cave, she suddenly stopped, looked up blankly, and gazed at what she would see for the last time in her life.

The powerful races fled for their lives, desperately seeking a glimmer of hope. The weaker races, along with the land beneath their feet, were instantly swallowed by the energy surge and reduced to ashes. Even the lands furthest from the battlefield were not spared.

At the heart of that destruction, a figure with wings stood proudly.

"Hahaha!"

The man's laughter was like thunder, tearing through the heavy sky. His expression was unrestrained, as if he wanted to vent all the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for thousands of years at this moment.

He is the strongest god, the god of war.

Living alone high in the sky was truly boring. This exhilarating battle was the pleasure he had longed for.

Boom!

A power that made the planet tremble erupted from the earth, and scorching air currents swept across the clouds.

Surtr leaped into the air, her flaming sword slightly pulled back, the black and red flames swirling around it growing even more intense. The next second, she swung her sword fiercely, unleashing a black and red sword beam powerful enough to tear the earth apart, which hurtled towards the other two beings.

"it is good!"

Before he finished speaking, the God of War had already grasped a golden spear of light, its tip radiating destructive light, and swung it forward with effortless speed.

At the same time, a planet entirely constructed of gears appeared out of thin air. Endless steam spewed and swirled on the planet's surface. Battleships, giant cannons, Gundams... whether they were weapons already in existence or weapons that only existed in fantasy, they were created endlessly as the gears turned, densely packed and blotting out the sun.

"The power of these two is actually this strong..."

Okan's expression was grave.

The current situation is completely different from what he had imagined. He thought that with the Star Cup, he could defeat all his opponents in one fell swoop, but he never expected that everyone here would possess power no less than his.