Miss Surtr will ignite the world

fsn: Chapter 53 But then again

A towering flame rose between the man and the dragon, and the heat and shock spread outwards.

The air was distorted by the high temperature, and the hard soil and rocks underfoot quickly melted into a reddish-brown liquid.

Medea promptly raised a shield in front of the group to protect them from the aftershocks of the conflict.

Not long after, from the center of the flames came a painful dragon roar.

He put down the flaming sword, and the flames dissipated.

Immediately following, a strong wind arose.

Taking advantage of the brief gap in the wave, the giant red shadow soared into the air.

Surtr squinted and could see that the flesh and blood of the Sleepless Dragon's front half had been charred black by the flames, its scales had fallen off, and its flesh and blood were exposed. The already ferocious dragon head became even more terrifying, and its hasty breath and dragon scales were not enough to completely block her flames.

However, with each breath, the other person's injuries began to slowly heal.

It seems that this is not a serious injury for the dragons. Their enormous magical power gives them endurance comparable to that of giants, allowing them to recover from injuries in the blink of an eye. In terms of scale, they are not on the same level as other creatures.

That's better.

The stronger she is, the more help she will receive. It would be very disappointing if she were killed so easily.

In the sky, the intense pain ignited a rage, and the golden eyes on both sides of the dragon's head burned like fire.

An orange-yellow glow emanated from his thick, long neck, and magic power ten times greater than before gathered in his throat.

Come again.

Then so.

Surtr held the flaming sword with both hands on her right side, pouring all her magic power into it, concentrating the light and heat onto the blade.

He steadied himself, and then swung his sword sharply upwards.

The flames of destruction transformed into a torrent, colliding with the dragon's fire.

one more time.

A surge of flames exploded in the air, and the intense heat and shock swept through the entire space.

It was as if a natural disaster had swept through.

Even the mirrored space itself was cracking and teetering under the weight of the conflict.

"Who's winning?"

Ilya squinted, her vision obscured by the firelight, making it impossible for her to judge the outcome.

But soon, she heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Boom!

The charred, enormous body fell from the sky, and the aroma of roasted meat emanating from it made Ilya unconsciously swallow.

I'm really craving roasted dragon meat, what should I do?

At the heart of the high temperature, the earth is melting.

Surtr, unharmed, trod on the blinding lava. Before her lay the charred dragon, lying prostrate on the ground.

High judgment.

The opponent's strongest attack, a breath attack, had a negligible effect on her, but her flames could actually cause damage.

Struggling to get up, a thick arm flowing with lava pressed Surtr's massive head firmly to the ground from deep behind him.

In terms of strength, the giants are clearly superior.

"Do you want to surrender?"

Surtr stood before the dragon's head, staring directly into those golden pupils that burned like flames.

His gaze revealed resentment and a deep fear.

Both are users of fire, but the other's fire is more powerful than theirs.

Even the body's own healing speed slows down when faced with wounds caused by flames.

Like the authority of a god, it destroys itself.

It is enough to instill fear in any living being from the bottom of their heart.

But as a dragon, her pride wouldn't allow her to submit so easily.

A muffled gurgling sound came from his throat. Although he couldn't move his mouth, Surtr could still understand what the other person meant.

"Gu, kill me!"

It seems they have no intention of surrendering.

"Well."

Surtr said coldly, since the other party is not even afraid of death, what reason does she have to refuse him?

It's a pity she can't be a dragon knight; she can only be a dead dragon knight.

He passed over the opponent's head, placed the blade of the Flame Sword on the scales on the neck, and slid it up and down, creating dazzling sparks.

It seems they are considering where to make the incision.

A chill ran down his spine; the fear of impending death surged from his neck into the sleepless dragon's heart.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Suddenly, a terrified cry came from ahead, and Xiaoshan struggled violently, almost breaking free of his restraints.

Aren't you afraid of dying?

"What's wrong? Have you changed your mind?"

Surtr tapped the charred scales twice with his sword and asked.

"What a joke! I am a pure-blooded dragon, a descendant of the Demon Ancestor Typhon. I would rather die standing than live on my knees!"

"Oh, then."

But then again!

Surtr raised her sword, ready to strike, but the once unyielding Miss Dragon suddenly changed her tone, her voice hurried, as if afraid that the other party would strike her dead in a flash.

The blade stopped one centimeter above the dragon scales. Surtr looked at his opponent and gave him a reminder.

"This is your last chance. If you try anything funny again, I'll just cut you down."

"...Fine, if you can agree to my conditions, I might be willing to submit to you. If not, then kill me."

Miss Long raised her head and spoke in a firm tone.

"Tell me about it."

Surtr nodded. Although she felt that if she threatened the cowardly dragon again, he would probably agree unconditionally, she wasn't that petty. As long as the request was reasonable, she wouldn't mind agreeing to it.

"First of all, you can't deliberately send me to my death."

Miss Dragon recounted everything.

"no problem."

"Secondly, I can refuse unreasonable requests."

"also."

"Third, you must provide meals; three meals a day are essential."

"Okay... I'll try my best."

Surtr glanced at the guy's enormous size, which was nearly fifty meters long, and felt that the request was a little difficult.

Let Sera have a hard time then.

carry on.

Fourth, the workday should not exceed eight hours.

Miss Long's tone suddenly became more serious, and it was easy to see that she valued this rule very much.

But Surtr tilted his head.

The request sounds reasonable and is within acceptable limits, since the Holy Grail War doesn't require fighting alone.

But she felt something was off, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Surtr nodded to the other person.

Seeing that the guy in front of her was so easy to talk to, Miss Long took the opportunity to make a few more similar requests.

Regarding salary, overtime pay, holidays, etc.

This made Surtr suspect that the other party might have specifically read the labor law before coming.

It's reasonable to suspect that this guy may have been abused in the past, which has caused him to have a psychological trauma related to finding suppliers.

Recalling the legend that the other party had guarded the Golden Fleece tirelessly for a hundred years, she suddenly understood why the other party burned the Golden Fleece to ashes as soon as he appeared.

I suddenly felt a little sorry for her.

Of course, while she sympathized, the increasingly outrageous demands still made her frown.

What a joke! This dragon actually wants her to pay her a box of high-purity gems every day as payment.

Even Rin Tohsaka wouldn't dare to think that way.

Sure enough, dragons are all greedy creatures.

She herself didn't have many.

And isn't this guy getting a little too cocky? Doesn't she realize that sparing her life is already a huge favor? How dare she push her luck?

stab.

A metallic scraping sound came from above, and Miss Long, who had been talking animatedly, immediately shut her mouth.

"Aside from not sending you to your death, the other conditions depend on my mood. Do you have any other objections?"

Surtr glanced at the other party coldly and unilaterally made a conclusion.

"Whatever makes you happy."

Miss Long opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to refute something, but after Surtr gave a soft snort, she lowered her head in submission.

He extended his scabbed claws and touched Surtr's palm.

Thus, the contract was established.

There aren't many restrictions; it's just about establishing a connection to prevent this guy from running away after he leaves.

"Oh, right, and this too."

Suddenly remembering something, Surtr clapped his hands and took out a golden rein from his backpack.

"Lower your head and put this on."

FSN: Chapter 54, Tarua, breathe fire!

Chilling!

Miss Long felt her whole body trembling.

What does it mean to put on the reins?

It means submission.

This guy in front of her not only wanted to subdue her body, but also wanted to conquer her soul.

To crush her will, to destroy her pride as a dragon.

She doesn't even dare to imagine what they might do tomorrow if they dare to set her up today.

I can't stand it, I absolutely can't stand even a little bit of it.

"Croak! A dragon cannot be insulted!"

He roared loudly.

Even if she might be roasted to a crisp by that terrible fire, she would still use her firm voice to oppose this demonic act.