Miss Surtr will ignite the world

The evil dragon roared.

A powerful pressure unique to the dragon race emanated from the magic array, sweeping across the entire mirrored space.

Even the three people who were furthest away felt their hearts pounding, as if they had encountered something terrifying.

This is the dragon seed.

It is also at the pinnacle among the many fantasy species, a being on a completely different level from humans.

The sheer pressure alone is something that ordinary magicians cannot withstand.

When the light faded, what appeared in everyone's sight was a ferocious monster nearly thirty meters long.

It was the size of a small mountain, covered all over with smooth, dark red scales that looked like a mirror. Its thick limbs were full of explosive power, and a thick tail that accounted for more than half of its body length dragged on the ground.

At the top of its ferocious head are a pair of huge black dragon horns, and its slightly open mouth is filled with teeth as sharp as daggers. It constantly exhales white breath with each breath.

Of course, that wasn't just breath; it was a magical power capable of condensing into mist.

Dragons can generate a lot of magic power just by breathing, so they would be great as a power bank.

The sleepless dragon that guards the Golden Fleece.

That's how the other person is referred to in legend.

A towering figure, seemingly capable of obscuring the sky, stood on the earth, its golden pupils looking down upon the crowd below.

It bypassed the group and its gaze fell on the Golden Fleece on the ground.

As if it had seen something disgusting, the dragon spat out a mouthful of phlegm.

Oh no, it was a mouthful of flame that instantly burned it to ashes.

What a waste!

"Master, the rest is up to you."

Medea silently retreated, shielding Surtr in front of her. With her strength, it was quite difficult for her to be under the dragon's nose.

"Ah."

Surtr nodded, stepped forward, intending to greet the other party first, to be courteous before resorting to force.

After all, it's not good to start with a "surrender or destruction" dilemma.

"have you eaten?"

She greeted the other person using traditional etiquette.

then.

He got bumped in the face.

fsn: Chapter Fifty-Two: Dragons Will Never Be Slaves!

"Oh."

Within the flames, Surtr faintly heard a mocking voice.

It seemed to be mocking a presumptuous little ant that dared to try and communicate with a noble dragon.

hiss~

It's hard, it's hard, my fist is hard.

She was too foolish to think she could still have a normal conversation with him. Shouldn't she have tried to reason with this kind of despicable person first and then resort to force?

Surtr will not rest until he pins her to the ground and teaches her a lesson that leaves her eyes rolling back and drooling.

'Master, even if you can't tame it, please ensure the corpse remains intact. You can then control it with magic.'

Medea gave a warning.

His words revealed his unwavering confidence that Surtr could defeat his opponent.

The Colchis dragon, also known as the "sleepless dragon" in mythology because it never needs to sleep, guarded the Golden Fleece in the sacred grove of the god of war until the arrival of the Argonauts.

Aside from not needing to sleep, this dragon has absolutely no achievements in legends; the only thing worth mentioning is its status as a descendant of Typhon.

It is still at the level of a mythical beast.

The offspring of Typhon, combined with the terrifying magical power and defense of the dragon race, are basically no weaker than top-tier Servants, but they are still not enough for their own Master.

And more importantly...

This dragon is a fire dragon.

The flames spewed by the opponent could easily melt steel. But the composition of their own Master... those who know, know.

If this dragon encounters the other side, it can only be said that it's extremely unlucky.

"Keep the body intact, right? I understand."

Surtr wore a creepy smile and reached out to push it outwards.

The flames covering her vanished without a trace, and at the same time, she held a black and red greatsword in her right hand.

The surrounding air was heating up, the magic was stirring, and a faint, pungent smell of sulfur wafted through the air.

With a leisurely stroll, Surtr approached the Sleepless Dragon, sword in hand.

"I was planning to have a proper talk with you and sign a contract in a peaceful way, but since you're courting death, don't blame me."

Since there was no animosity between the two sides, Surtr, being a pacifist, never advocated direct confrontation, but unfortunately, Yulong didn't know how to be sensible.

She had no choice but to teach the other party what the treacherous nature of society meant.

Surtr thought arrogantly.

?

Dragons are keen-witted creatures.

The changes in the environment did not blind her perception.

She could sense that the atmosphere, or rather the aura, of the little thing in front of her had changed.

If she had previously seen the other person as an ant, in an instant, the other person transformed from an ant into a giant.

what happened?

The sleepless dragon's golden eyes filled with doubt and wariness as it lowered its body and assumed a fighting stance.

"That dragon isn't attacking."

Ilya watched the man and the dragon on the field.

The other party was so arrogant at the beginning, but now there is no sign of them attacking at all.

It's more like...

"That dragon is on guard."

Medea smiled mockingly, realizing that the other party had finally come to terms with the fact that she was the prey.

Surtr's increasingly skillful control over his power and the innate arrogance of dragons led the Unsleeping Dragon to initially misjudge his opponent's strength.

But when Surtr drew his Flame Sword, he realized that he was facing no ordinary opponent.

This is an opponent we need to go all out against.

That's what the dragon thinks.

A faint light emanated from his throat, power gathered from his mouth, and a faint glow of fire seemed to emanate from within.

The temperature in the air gradually rose, and Surtr began to run, sword in hand, toward the colossal creature ahead.

Flames surged from the front, far from the initial minor skirmishes; the terrifying energy contained within was no less than that of a small anti-military weapon.

This is what makes dragons so terrifying; with their magical power, they can unleash attacks of this level at will.

Surtr evaded it.

Flames and high temperatures cannot harm her, but the large amount of magic power carried in her breath is still a considerable problem, so there is no need to confront it head-on.

Even for her, competing with dragons in magical power would be asking for trouble.

Their small stature became an advantage at this time.

Surtr leaped high above the waves of flames, directly beneath the giant dragon's head.

boom!

With a muffled thud, an impact came from the lower jaw, forcing the dragon's head to rise and its massive mouth to close tightly.

His breath was interrupted.

then.

stab.

The flaming sword pierced through the soft part of the lower jaw.

boom!

Like TNT exploding in its mouth, scalding dragon blood dripped to the ground. The dragon shook its head, letting out a painful roar from its throat, and anger rose in its golden eyes.

Damn it!

Amidst the howling wind, Surtr seemed to hear these words.

Although the voice was unclear, it could be vaguely heard as a woman's voice, and the person speaking was undoubtedly the dragon in front of them.

Turns out she's a young woman.

Surtr became even more determined to train the other person until he rolled his eyes.

A whooshing sound came from the right.

The sleepless dragon's claws tore through the earth like tofu, and the flying dirt and rocks, along with the sharp dragon claws, attacked Surtr's petite body.

There is no intention to avoid it.

He exhaled a breath of scorching air, and the flaming sword, wreathed in flames, swung forward.

The flames transformed into slashes, melting earth and stone, burning flesh and blood, and evaporating blood.

It abruptly retracted its claws.

A gruesome wound had appeared on it, and although it was slowly healing, it was still horrifying.

Dragon offspring.

As the highest-ranking fantasy species, its physical and magical defenses are far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

In Norse mythology, Siegfried, the hero who slew a dragon, bathed in dragon's blood and obtained the Dragon Blood Armor, which could nullify B-level physical and magical attacks.

As a pure-blooded dragon, the Sleepless Dragon's defense is only stronger than its opponent's.

But even the dragon scales couldn't stop Surtr's slash; the power of that attack was unimaginable.

The sleepless dragon instinctively retreated, flapped its wings, and attempted to fly into the sky.

Their enormous size makes them easy targets on the ground; the dragons' territory should be the sky.

"Don't think about it."

Surtr isn't wearing her Black Swan gown right now, so it'll be difficult if she actually flies up.

Flames transformed into fire spears at his side, infused with magical power; each shot was equivalent to an A-rank physical attack, targeting the relatively weak wing membrane.

The wings that had just been spread out were forced to retract, and at the same time, a scorching heat, like a volcanic eruption, came from the ground in front of them.

The sword was wreathed in scorching, fierce flames, as if they were a natural disaster.

Raising his flaming sword high, Surtr asked in the wind.

"To submit, or to be destroyed."

"Croak! Dragons will never be slaves!"

With a roar, the sleepless dragon gathered immense magical power in its mouth, determined to resist to the very end.

"That's quite a backbone."

Surtr admired the arrogance of the Sleepless Dragon.

But all of this obviously comes at a price.