Miss Surtr will ignite the world

If we could really get rid of Sheila, that would be the best outcome.

she thought.

at the same time.

Several kilometers away on a cliff, a man with a wild smile stood Sheila, holding a telescope and looking down at the army that swarmed like ants on the ground.

My gaze is fixed on the front.

A figure that stood out from its surroundings.

Compared to the uniformed soldiers, Surtr's all-black dress was extremely conspicuous; she looked more like she was going on a picnic than going to war.

But after witnessing the earth-shattering battle between the other party and Esdeath, Sheila would never doubt the other party's strength.

If this kind of thing were put on the battlefield, it would be a nightmare.

But that's all for today.

Holding a Teigu that resembled the original Digimon in her hand, Sheila's smile gradually turned sinister.

Teigu Shangri-La.

By marking the target in advance, you can instantly move it to the designated location.

Moreover, there are no distance limitations; it can be activated instantly no matter where you are.

Large-scale legionary operations are difficult to conceal, and they also have personnel on their side who are very familiar with the Empire's terrain. Using flying dangerous species, it is not difficult to detect them if one is willing.

So all we have to do is mark their path and wait for them to come to us.

And now, the rabbit has arrived.

"Is there only one? I remember the intelligence said there was also a general."

"Hehe, they must be hiding and too afraid to show their faces."

Sheila's tone was full of pleasure; the feeling of being feared was truly irresistible.

Even if he's a general, he can only cower in fear under the power of his Imperial Arms. On the contrary, Surtr's swaggering around really annoyed him.

Are you trying to be even more frightening? Is this blatant disregard for his feelings?

Are you very confident in your abilities?

Even if he's strong in direct combat, his Imperial Arms won't engage in direct confrontations.

Even Esdeath was sent away, and you won't be an exception.

Defeated? Esdeath's record made Sheila quite arrogant, completely disregarding the possibility that it was a trap.

It's more accurate to say that it doesn't matter what the other party's intentions are.

The two sides are more than five kilometers apart, and there is also an altitude difference. The Imperial Arms can be activated at any time, so even if there is some backup plan, it is impossible for it to pose any threat to him.

Sheila was now beginning to anticipate the expressions of those guys' impotent rage.

The other party had already entered the marked location in sight.

"Now! Imperial Arms Shangri-La, activate!"

Without realizing it, he shouted out, and the Digimon machine instantly started up.

Through the telescope, a purple light shone at the forefront of the army formation. The black-clad figure on horseback was instantly swallowed by the light, disappearing without a trace before he could even react.

Behind her, the soldier at the front instinctively stopped, his face showing panic and vigilance.

Sheila could see the blank expressions on the soldiers' faces; they probably didn't even know where the attack had come from.

"That's all it is. It's completely powerless against my Imperial Arms."

Catching her breath, Sheila admired the expressions of the ants on the ground, and uttered a disdainful sneer at Surtr, as if this could cover up the ugly state of him being so frightened that he wet himself after witnessing the competition a few days ago.

It's a pity there's still one that's missing; otherwise, we would definitely send the other one away as well.

Never mind.

With Esdeath and Surtr, the two most dangerous people in the Empire, he has already dealt with them, so it is only a matter of time before he attacks the Imperial Capital.

"You can rest in peace now, Father. I will soon surpass you and become the master of this country."

Envisioning a bright future, Sheila tossed her hair with her hand, turned around, and strode away with an air of indifference.

Leave the place?

Sheila stopped moving.

Tick, tick.

Like water droplets falling to the ground, a small patch of land beneath Shera's feet was stained red by the splashing water, and the smell of rust permeated the air.

"what?"

A questioning sound escaped her lips as Sheila stared at her right hand, now gone, through eyes covered in crimson.

His expression contorted in an instant, his body collapsed to the ground, rolling like an insect, and a painful howl escaped his throat.

"what!!!"

Heart-wrenching roars echoed on the mountaintop, and tears and sweat seeped into the earth.

Interspersed among these sounds was the soft rustling of shoe heels hitting the ground.

Panting heavily, Sheila's gaze pierced through the darkness, and upon seeing the newcomer, she roared in horror.

"It's you! What are you still doing here?! I clearly saw you off!!!"

Before me stood a woman I knew all too well, dressed in a black dress and wearing a hood.

Without a doubt, it's Surtr.

Ignoring his roar, Miss Surtr strolled leisurely to the spot where the hand had fallen, a hint of disdain on her lips beneath her hood, and used her sword to lift the blood-soaked Shangri-La.

"Looks like it needs to be washed before it can be used. I might as well purify it with the Holy Grail later. After all, it was touched by scum, so there might be some strange bacteria stuck on it."

Miss Surtr muttered to herself before looking at the figure lying on the ground.

The other person's face was filled with terror, tears streaming down their face, a stark contrast to their previous high-spirited demeanor.

"It's just sending away a doll, look how capable you are."

Surtr mocked.

"A person, a doll?"

Akame ga Kill! Chapter 43: The Hunt

Yes, that was indeed just a doll.

She made it specifically from the Holy Grail before coming here; it is similar in nature to the statue of the First Emperor.

He would use the puppet as bait while he searched for Sheila's location from the sky. Since it was just a puppet, it didn't matter where it was teleported to.

However, exploring such a large area without knowing when the other side will attack is obviously wishful thinking.

Fortunately, Miss Surtr has a keen eye.

Her A-level clairvoyance allows her to foresee parts of the future.

However, rather than prophecy, her eyes function more like deduction, and her perspective is focused on herself, becoming increasingly blurry the further away she looks.

For example, an extremely ambiguous answer like "I might die in half a day, but I don't know the reason or the process."

Even so, as long as the other party has indeed targeted her, it is still quite easy to find their location in reverse.

Of course, she didn't intend to explain that much to the other party.

He slowly approached Xila.

"Wait! Don't kill me! I still have a use!"

Sheila collapsed to the ground like a stray dog, staggering backward with her heavy body. Pain contorted her face, but she still tried to shout loudly at Surtr, attempting to show the great god who held the power of life and death over her what little value she had left.

He wasn't killed immediately, so perhaps he still has a chance to survive.

"I know where the high command of the revolutionary army is. I can take you there! Just let me go!"

Without hesitation, Sheila betrayed her companion, a despicable act that was utterly reprehensible.

"She's quite sensible."

As if acknowledging the other party's proposal, Surtr stopped and spoke in a tone that praised his pet.

She did have this intention, which is why she didn't kill him immediately.

The other person's words were like a pardon to Sheila; he felt his pain lessen considerably. A shadowy glint flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly concealed and replaced by a fawning smile.

But before he could relax even a little, Surtr's voice rang out again.

"But that has nothing to do with me letting you go. It's much simpler to ask your brain directly than to ask your unverified statements."

Before Sheila could understand the meaning of the last sentence, Surtr's polite voice rang in his ears.

"Please tell me all the intelligence about the revolutionary army's strongholds."

Polite people are always more likely to gain the trust of others. Look, in just a few seconds, the arrogant Sheila opened her heart to Surtr.

She hadn't stopped him in time; he probably would have revealed the color of his underwear.

Let's skip this disgusting topic.

Fortunately, the coordinates of the revolutionary army's stronghold were stored in Shangri-La. It really saved us the time it would take to fly there, which was quite thoughtful.

[Raw Stone x5]

After setting Sheila and her ashes ablaze, Miss Surtr took a water bottle from her backpack, washed the bloodstains off Shangri-La, and then roasted it inside and out with her 'sacred' flames. After confirming that no strange bacteria remained, she began to try using it.

With the help of Shangri-La, Surtr can see the coordinates stored within it.

The number was quite large, and in terms of scope, it roughly covered all regions of the empire.

Theoretically, there is no upper limit to the coordinates that can be set, but the duration is limited and they will disappear automatically in about a week.

It's already quite long.

Holding the Imperial Arm, she initially thought it would need some "training" like a pumpkin, but she didn't feel any resistance after actually handling it. It seems she and this Imperial Arm have a good rapport.

Surtr nodded, quite pleased with this sensible attitude.

First of all.

Surtr activated his Imperial Arms and vanished from the spot.

The next moment, they appeared in the center of the army several kilometers away.

Because it had been anticipated, Surtr's disappearance did not cause much of a commotion; rather, it was her sudden appearance that elicited a reaction from the surrounding soldiers.

Putting aside the fact that she was almost stabbed to death by a hail of bullets, Surtr assessed the extent of her exhaustion.

Well, it's practically nothing.

For ordinary people, using Shangri-La would consume a lot of stamina, making it impossible to use continuously, but this was not a problem for Surtr.

What she has no shortage of is physical strength.

After a brief commotion, Najenda stepped out of the crowd and looked at Surtr and the Imperial Arm in his hand.

"Surtr, you're back already? And what's that in your hand...?"

That must be Shangri-La, right? It's only been a short time! Three minutes?

“Sila is dead.”

Surtr simply stated the facts.

“I got some intelligence about the revolutionary army from him, I’ll copy it for you later.”

"Um, okay, so what's next?"

Najenda nodded stiffly. Even though she was prepared, Surtr's efficiency still exceeded her expectations.

"I'll be using my Imperial Arms to cause trouble for those nobles in the Revolutionary Army, so I won't be joining you."

Unfortunately, this Imperial Arm can't carry many people; at most, it can only carry about ten. Otherwise, Surtr could just teleport them directly to their doorstep.

Meanwhile, on the other side, in a luxurious room at the Revolutionary Army's stronghold.

A man with a full beard sat on the sofa, with drinks in front of him and a beautifully decorated book in his hand. The book had a cover depicting a creepy one-eyed creature, and he was quietly flipping through it.