Miss Surtr will ignite the world

It turned out to be the case.

Although the Elf Corridor collapsed, countless elves still exist, and the immense power they contain can still provide a huge energy supply for the God of War, including herself.

We'll probably have to wait until those elves disappear to weaken them.

Her gaze fell once again on the star-shaped cup that floated between the two of them.

"It seems the time has come to decide the outcome."

The moment the words fell, the blue ocean formed by the elves in the air began to rapidly shrink and converge in two different directions.

The once dim pupils of the God of War now shone with a dazzling golden light, more intense and sharper than ever before.

He raised his arm high, and a blinding golden light suddenly exploded around him. The dark, despairing power that had been wrapped around him was completely dispelled, and the aura of destruction swept over him like a tsunami, causing the surrounding space to distort violently and making cause and effect unclear.

At the same time, Surtr gripped the ground with his other hand and plunged the flaming sword into the fragments of earth beneath his feet.

The pitch-black flames of despair, centered on the Flame Sword, instantly spread outwards, expanding like a prairie fire, engulfing all the fragments of the planet beneath their feet in the dark flames.

The Flame Sword began to expand rapidly, growing larger, with the black and red flames on its blade becoming increasingly intense. Finally, in the vast depths of space, it transformed into a terrifying giant sword the size of a star.

Surtr's figure transformed into a towering flame, which reached out and gripped the hilt of the Flame Sword tightly. The black and red flames shot straight into the sky, colliding with the golden divine light of the God of War in the void and bursting out with dazzling light.

Hahahaha!!!

The God of War's eyes were burning with fervor, and he poured all his strength into the spear in his hand.

The spear instantly grew larger, transforming into a giant golden spear comparable to Levantine's.

"Come!"

Artesh let out a long roar, stomped his feet hard in the void, and shot towards Surtr like an arrow, carrying the golden giant spear.

Raising his flaming sword high, Surtr's gaze was fixed on the God of War before him. Every word he uttered resounded throughout the deep space, carrying the power to end everything.

"Levantin!"

No Game No Life Zero: Chapter 53 The One God (The End)

The God of War passed away peacefully.

A dazzling light, like a supernova explosion, shone from the dead silence of the deep sky, instantly tearing through the boundless darkness.

The sound was swallowed up by the ultimate power. The surging divine power, like an out-of-control torrent, expanded and raged in the void, completely tearing and crushing the surrounding space, turning it into a chaotic void.

Anything that tries to get close will be instantly crushed into dust by this extremely violent power, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.

The ever-dissipating elves meant that the God of War could not last.

But it's okay.

He is not alone, because...

Surtr passed away peacefully!

Well, perhaps it wasn't so peaceful after all.

When an opponent of similar strength is determined to fight you to the death, it's not surprising that you both end up dying.

After an unknown amount of time, the raging power gradually dissipated, and the violent deep space returned to its deathly silence. In that empty void, only a holy light stood firm.

Star Cup.

Even after enduring such a devastating impact, the surface of the crystal remained completely unscathed.

It floated quietly in the void, waiting for its master to arrive.

Suddenly, a slender shadow appeared silently in the void.

He was an old man with tattered clothes and a tangled beard.

Okan.

That old bastard is still alive.

"Hmph, in the end, they're nothing more than two brutes who only know how to fight."

Okan's lips curled into a smug smile.

The vitality of the divine species is quite tenacious.

As long as their divine essence wasn't completely destroyed, they would never truly die. And Okan's divine essence, from beginning to end, remained hidden deep within the goblin city, moving much faster than those winged creatures.

"Althos, and that red-haired girl... what was her name again? Never mind, I'll remember your contributions."

He rubbed his hands together, eagerly reaching out towards the star cup floating in the air.

"roll."

A vacuum cannot transmit sound, but the sudden, sharp pain on Okan's face clearly told him what he wanted to convey.

"Where did this little piece of trash come from, daring to steal my things?"

The dull thud echoed silently in the void. Okan's body was kicked away like a kite with a broken string, tumbling several times in the air before he could barely regain his footing.

He stared blankly at the red-haired girl who had appeared out of nowhere, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"You...you're already dead?!"

Okan's voice trembled, his tone filled with horror and bewilderment.

"Are you stupid? I will be resurrected."

The flames on Surtr's body had not completely dissipated, and he slightly raised his chin.

Although they are not used much now, the Twelve Trials are still there.

I have twelve vials of blood, and Altshu only took out one of them.

Too lazy to look at Okan's pathetic state any longer, Surtr reached out and grabbed the star cup that was floating in the air.

"My Star Cup!"

Okan's face contorted in pain, his heart aching so much it felt like it was bleeding. He had been so close!

"It is my Star Cup."

Surtr spoke softly, his fingertips already touching the surface of the Star Cup, a feeling as if he could control the entire universe rising from the bottom of his heart.

She looked around. This former battlefield had been so badly destroyed that it was unrecognizable, with not a trace of its original appearance remaining.

So, it's time to deal with the aftermath.

Since it's an all-knowing and all-powerful Star Cup, handling such a small matter should be quite easy for it.

A dazzling white light burst forth, illuminating the entire chaotic void.

Okan squinted instinctively, shielding his eyes with his arm. In a daze, he seemed to see a giant brass clock silently appearing in deep space. The clock's hands were slowly turning counterclockwise to the left, one circle, two circles, three circles... With each circle, the surrounding void faded a little, and the broken traces gradually disappeared.

clang!!!

The bell tolled throughout the universe, and the next second, Okan's vision was completely swallowed by endless white light, and his consciousness also became blurred.

……

On Abant's back, inside the temple of the god of war.

“Master, we have arrived at the battle zone between the forest elves and the goblins, and we are ready to intervene in the battle at any time.”

Azriel knelt on one knee, head bowed, reporting to the tall figure on the platform.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... After a long while, there was still no response from the high platform.

The hall was deathly silent, so quiet that Azriel could hear her own heartbeat.

A hint of doubt arose in Azriel's mind, and she subconsciously raised her head.

Then, she saw a bizarre scene that stunned her.

On the face of her supreme, omniscient, and most esteemed master of the three thousand worlds, she actually saw "confusion".

She remembered that when she was leading a team to defeat Surtur, she saw him taking a bath amidst a Sky Strike launched by hundreds of Skywings, and he had the same expression on his face.

It's like seeing something completely incomprehensible, something beyond our comprehension.

how is this possible.

Azriel's expression gradually became confused.

But soon, she saw the confusion on Artes' face gradually fade away, replaced by a sense of relief, which eventually turned into a low and hearty laugh that echoed in the empty hall.

"Hehehe... So that's how it is. Did I lose?"

Countless unfamiliar memories suddenly flooded his mind—shattered planets, ferocious battles, and flames of despair. At first, these memories confused him, but after only a moment, he completely understood the cause and effect.

The strongest was swallowed up by the end.

Perhaps we should thank her.

Thankfully, when she reversed time, she did not erase the memory of this defeat.

So, can the strongest be called the strongest if it can be defeated?

Artesius fell into deep thought.

It was only then that he seemed to notice Azriel below.

"By the way, the original individual, what were you saying just now?"

Artesius's voice returned to its usual calm.

Azriel snapped back to her senses and quickly lowered her head.

“I…I said, we have arrived at the war zone, my lord. Are you…are you feeling unwell?”

Azriel felt she was asking an extremely stupid question: how could the God of War possibly be unwell?

"It's nothing, I just thought about a few things."

Artes responded calmly, and then, to Azriel's utter astonishment, slowly rose from the throne that resembled a golden toilet.

He walked down the platform step by step, his steps steady, toward the outside of the temple.

"My Lord! You have risen!"

Azriel's mouth gaped open, her eyes almost popping out, as if she had witnessed some medical miracle.

Where are you planning to go?

She quickly stood up and followed him, her tone full of curiosity.

Artes turned his head and glanced at this familiar who never thought before speaking, his tone calm but with a hint of expectation.

"Go and experience the power of omniscience and omnipotence."

……

On the bridge of the goblin-built giant warship, a tense and solemn atmosphere prevailed.

Ronnie stood in front of the observation window, gazing at the distant fleet of Senju warships, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips.

But then, as if he had received some kind of instruction, his expression suddenly changed, and he turned around sharply to look at Okan, who had appeared on the bridge at some unknown time, and asked in an urgent tone.

"Wait, Big Daddy! Why are we suddenly retreating? We're already here."

Okan remained silent, not answering his question, but slowly raised his hand, holding up the replica star cup in his palm.

Then, to Ronnie's astonishment, the crystal gradually transformed into sparkling specks of light, disappearing silently into the air like dust, leaving no trace.

Why is this happening?

Okan sighed slowly, his tone helpless.

"The Star Cup has already been taken by her."

"The woman you're talking about is..."

Ronnie suddenly realized what was happening, and his face instantly froze.

Meanwhile, on the Mori Elf warship.

Sink stood in the center of the bridge, looking into the distance with a puzzled expression at the retreating goblins.

"What on earth are these guys up to?"

Sink frowned, his voice full of confusion.