Miss Surtr will ignite the world

If it weren't for the Little Star Cup's blessing, he would probably have died in the very first collision.

Why is there such a vast difference between the two divine beings?

I shook my head. Now is not the time to think about such things.

The sword light was blocked by the surging tide of weapons, but Okan clearly saw that Surtr was heading straight for him.

It seems she'd rather deal with herself first?

"Go! Crush her!"

He waved his arm, and countless weapons poured down from the Gear Planet. The dense barrage of artillery fire fell like a torrential rain, completely enveloping Surtr's figure.

A violent explosion rang out high in the sky, the dazzling light almost blinding people, and even the air itself was scorched and distorted.

But amidst the dazzling flames, a black figure suddenly burst forth.

Surtr was unharmed, wielding his flaming sword to cleave and sever the approaching weapons one by one. His figure moved like lightning, rushing towards Okan with unstoppable momentum.

She was still somewhat wary of that little star cup, so she decided to get rid of it first.

With blades dancing wildly, Surtr's every strike carried the power to shake a planet. Wherever the black and red flames passed, time fell silent, space tore apart, and all defenses were mercilessly swallowed up and reduced to nothingness before that ethereal flame.

Okan frowned. The Little Star Cup granted him limited omnipotence. If the opponent's attack exceeded the energy limit that the Little Star Cup itself could withstand, then even if he possessed the concept of "omnipotence," it would ultimately be of no use.

Talking about concepts without discussing scale is always a sham.

At this moment, Surtr's attack had almost reached the limit of the Little Star Cup's tolerance.

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, the planet constructed of metal and gears exploded under Surtr's ferocious attack, fragments flying everywhere. Surtr gave Okan no chance to catch his breath, his figure flashing as he charged straight towards the Forging God himself.

"Tsk!"

Okan couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement, but he didn't panic. The small star cup in his hand shone brightly, and a power armor with a strong steampunk style instantly took shape and steadily draped over his body.

He gripped the heavy hammer that had appeared out of thin air in his hand, and instead of relying on ranged attacks, he engaged Surtr in close combat.

On the other hand, the God of War is certainly not a bot.

Pure destructive intent gathered in the spear of light in his hand, and with earth-shattering power, he thrust it straight toward Surtr and Okan.

The golden light was like destruction itself; wherever it passed, time stood still and space collapsed, as if it wanted to completely pierce through and crush everything in front of it.

Destruction, ruin, calamity—in terms of authority, the God of War and Surtr share a considerable degree of overlap.

This attack seemed to transcend the constraints of cause and effect and order, carrying an unparalleled sense of oppression. It made the two people who were fiercely fighting feel at the same time that there was no way to avoid it and nowhere to escape.

Faced with the threat from the God of War, Okan immediately created layers of heavy metal shields, stacking them in front of him to block the destructive spear of light.

But Surtr didn't even glance at the impending attack.

Relying on his powerful physique, comparable to that of the stars, he launched another attack while Okan was distracted in his defense and revealed an opening.

The sword strike, powerful and heavy, landed squarely on Okan's shoulder.

Click.

The heavy power armor shattered and exploded instantly under this sword strike, the sharp blade embedding itself deeply into Okan's flesh and bone. Dark despair, like venom, spread through the wound into his body, bringing Okan extreme cold and excruciating pain that penetrated to the very marrow.

Is this guy crazy?

Inside the visor, Okan's pupils widened, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror.

They don't seem to have any grudge against each other, so why would they take a blow from the God of War and still try to cut themselves?

Bang bang bang!

Metal shields shattered under the impact of the spear of light. The golden spear, undeterred, pierced through the last barrier, its destructive aura instantly engulfing the entire earth, lifting a corner of the planet, and finally disappearing into deep space.

No Game No Life Zero: Chapter 50 - The Meaning of Living?

A floating continent hurtled through the air at breakneck speed, while behind it, destructive energy waves, like mad dogs that had caught a whiff of meat, relentlessly pursued it.

It wasn't until more than ten minutes later that Abant, carrying the Skywing, gradually slowed down.

On its back, several Skywing creatures cautiously peeked out from behind the square mobile platform.

After confirming that she could no longer see the terrifying aftershocks of energy behind her, Azriel breathed a long sigh of relief, raised her hand and patted her unremarkable chest, her tone full of lingering fear, yet also tinged with regret.

"What a close call! If Abang hadn't run so fast, we would have been swept away and left with nothing but ashes."

"It's a pity that I couldn't see the master make a move up close."

Her tone was regretful.

"There's no way around it. In a battle of that level, even the slightest touch would wipe us out. You saw those races that got caught up in it, didn't you?"

Raphael shook her head; she cared more about her own life than watching the spectacle.

"Of course I saw it. As expected of the master."

Azriel stuck out her tongue, her tone light, and waved her hand.

"But we've come to another continent, so far from the battlefield, we'll definitely be fine, don't worry."

"Too."

Raphael nodded, his tense nerves relaxing slightly, and a hint of anticipation appearing in his eyes.

"Speaking of which, how should we celebrate when Master returns victorious? How about throwing a grand party in the temple!"

What? You mean what if Altshu loses?

Impossible, absolutely impossible! Their master is the strongest war god in the world, how could he possibly lose?

"Isn't this a bit too disrespectful...? Wait, why is it moving again?"

As soon as Raphael finished speaking, the previously calm gale turned violent again, howling and sweeping across the entire floating continent.

Raphael was puzzled, but the next second, Azriel interrupted him with a panicked shout.

"Holy crap! Something golden is coming! It's so fast! Run, Abang-kun!"

A dazzling golden light appeared at the edge of the horizon, already occupying half the sky, carrying a sense of overwhelming pressure, and rapidly approaching like a shooting star.

Having just relaxed, Abant had to go all out again, desperately fleeing towards the other side of the planet.

……

The lingering power of the Light Spear scorched a corner of the planet, and the rugged land had never been as smooth as it was today.

Before the golden light had completely dissipated from the sky, a black and red pillar of light suddenly rose from the ground, carrying a chilling aura and an aura of despair, and plunged straight into Altshu's bright golden pupils.

Almost instinctively, in defense and counterattack, Altshu thrust out the spear of light in his hand.

With a "pfft".

The crisp sound of the spear tip piercing through the armor.

That's Okan.

The opponent looked extremely disheveled, being swept along by the light cannon released by Surtr, like an out-of-control cannonball, charging towards the God of War together.

The figure of the God of War was struck by the light cannon and Okan's body, causing him to fall into deep space.

Within that cold, dark light lay not only a terrifying destructive power, but also a bone-chilling despair capable of eroding the very soul.

Bathed in this light, all hope in my heart was gradually swallowed up and annihilated. Even the thought of resistance seemed to be completely taken away, leaving only a deep-seated numbness and emptiness. Even struggling felt superfluous.

Okan was able to struggle at first.

As a divine being, and blessed by the Little Star Cup, he shouldn't have ended up in such a wretched state.

But the combined attack of the God of War and Surtr? It caught him completely off guard.

His mind was in chaos, and the dark power of despair seeped into his bone marrow through his wounds, spreading to his limbs and bones, gradually eroding his body and will.

Various thoughts flashed through his mind: rebellion, war, victory, forging the world with the Star Cup... As soon as these thoughts appeared, they were quickly swallowed up and crushed by endless despair, leaving not a trace, only apathy and abandonment.

They're all trivial things.

Meaningless, without motivation, at this moment he only had one humble thought left: just to live.

But soon, this humble thought was completely swallowed up by despair.

Living seems to have no meaning.

Even the theoretically immortal gods will die. As long as it is an object in this world, no matter how powerful or eternal, the final result will be nothingness.

Since we're going to die anyway, what's the point of struggling to stay alive?

Okan's vision dimmed, the light in his eyes gradually fading, and the thing called "hope" was disappearing completely from his heart, without a trace.

The hope of resistance, the hope for the future, even the hope of survival—everything was swallowed up by that dark power of despair, leaving no room for anything but boundless nothingness and numbness.

On the chest of his power armor, the dazzling dodecahedron, which had become dull with Okan's surrender, was now rapidly being tinged with a dark light.

boom!

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and a fine crack appeared on the translucent shell of the dodecahedron. Then, the crack spread out at an extremely fast speed, covering the entire surface like a spider web, until finally...

The dodecahedron shattered completely, turning into countless tiny specks of light.

The terrifying power contained within, once freed from the constraints of its outer shell, erupted and surged forth like boiling water, its violent energy sweeping in all directions. First to bear the brunt were Okan, already powerless to resist within his power armor, and the God of War standing before him.

Beneath the night sky, a white light shone bright enough to illuminate half the planet.

Surtr put down his flaming sword and squinted.

As the light gradually faded and she could see the scene clearly, she couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.

"Tsk, so he's still alive."

A tall figure slowly spread its wings, its divine power surging and dispelling the remaining power of despair.

Little Star Cup's face-to-face self-destruction didn't even scratch his skin. Maybe this guy's physical strength really is comparable to his own.

Artesu raised his hand and flicked the spear of light in his hand, throwing away the shattered remains of Okan, whose appearance had been completely destroyed and whose divine body was almost completely disintegrated.

The debris traced a faint arc in the air before disintegrating into countless tiny specks of light.

His face showed no sign of fatigue, but rather was filled with extreme excitement, his golden pupils gleaming with a burning fighting spirit.

As he slowly descended from the sky, Artesius spoke in a high-spirited tone.

"Good, very good. Now, all that's left is the fight between you and me!"

"A one-on-one duel, that suits me just fine."

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, the ground beneath Surtr's feet shattered instantly, and his figure vanished as if by teleportation.

The next second, the golden gun shadow and the black and red sword blade collided fiercely in the air, creating a deafening roar that shook the very fabric of time and space.

Once, twice, three times... the continuous collisions resounded through the heavens and earth. Two streaks of light, one white and one red, crisscrossed in the air, fighting from the scorched ground to the sky, and then back down to the ground. Each collision was accompanied by a world-destroying energy explosion, and the stars trembled violently, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

The surging divine power was unleashed without restraint, sweeping in all directions. Surtr blocked the attack with his sword and found that the power of his opponent not only did not decline in the slightest, but instead showed a tendency to expand more and more as the battle progressed, as if the more intense the battle, the stronger he became.

The more you fight, the stronger you get? Are you some kind of main character template?

Surtr couldn't help but complain inwardly, realizing that this situation was extremely disadvantageous for her.

She spoke decisively.

"The Realm of Despair".

No Game No Life Zero: Chapter 51 A Troublesome Idea

"The Realm of Despair".

The moment the words fell, an invisible barrier suddenly unfolded between the two, and the pitch-black domain instantly enveloped them. Without any warning, the heat and noise brought by the previous battle were completely dispelled by the extreme cold and deathly silence.

There are no ups, downs, lefts, or rights here, no boundaries of time and space; it's as if you've stepped into an endless, deep, cold void.

Temperature, sound, light—everything that could be perceived was completely erased in this darkness, leaving only boundless darkness and a despair that seeped into one's very bones.

Surtr stood in the center of the domain, surrounded by a thick, dark mist. She was like a black hole enveloped in despair, endlessly devouring all hope and life around her, and even light could not escape her pull.

But only one white figure stood proudly in this deathly darkness, unwavering in the slightest, stubbornly resisting the erosion of despair.

The God of War hovered in mid-air, slowly raising his head. His bright golden pupils pierced through layers of darkness, surveying this eerie domain. Finally, his gaze focused precisely on the dark figure in front of him.

He showed no fear, and his tone carried a hint of genuine praise.

"This maddening despair... is this the power of the Demon King after becoming a god-like being?"