Chapter 547 – 546. Judgment (6)
Gurgling rumbling-!!!
-… Keueuuuuu…
Plasma rays can be seen pouring down on Surtur’s head.
Surtur’s huge body sways and is in pain. The armies of Ragnarok, Valkyrie, and Einherjar surrounding Surtur fight desperately. Of course, from my point of view, there is a way to fix that right away, but the reason why I don’t fix it is, as I said earlier…
I will make this place hell.
Because I declared that I would engrave a nightmare on them that they would remember for the rest of their lives.
And the one-eyed elf who came to visit me.
The leader of the knights of Elvenheim is coming to visit me.
And with an angry face.
In a state of compassion for trash that is not worth saving.
“I told you, this place would be hell.”
“… Did it have to be made into hell like this!!!”
“Hey, Runius. I’ve given them enough chances. No… What else should I do here? As soon as Carnesia found out that I was carrying her, she immediately dragged me out and tried to kill me, saying that it would be a mixture of dirty blood. In fact, that’s what these people are. It was their last hope and salvation, but they dragged it down with their own hands and went into the pit of hell with their own hands. Don’t you have the heart to save those who were about to commit suicide?”
“Is this suicide? Is this suicide? The whole thing, not being able to die, coming back to life right before death, dying and then going crazy, going crazy, going crazy again, going crazy because you can’t die – is it suicide!?”
“If they hung their own heads on the gallows, wouldn’t that be suicide? But, my anger toward them is not weak enough to end with death.”
In this terrible situation, as I watch Surtur and that bastard fight, I hear screams echoing around me, and the people I have designated as allies are in an etheric state unaffected by this call, that is, looking at the same screen. However, it is now in a completely different place.
“No, what… Are you now worried about the lives of your compatriots, who you didn’t really care about? Now? If that’s the case, you should have come at me from the beginning and plunged your sword into me.”
“Are you the type of person who will die if you stick a knife in your head!?”
“I’m saying it’s better to show your will by slashing with a knife rather than just shaving off the snout. I don’t need to listen to these chirping birds. From beginning to end, they brought about the disaster with their own hands.”
“Can you say that there was really no intention after setting a trap?”
The intention was to set a trap and kill anyone caught. But, that can be easily refuted.
“It was enough because I got caught, and it wouldn’t have been enough if I didn’t get caught. The latter is someone who can at least recognize that it’s a trap that I set, right? He’s not an idiot, so he’s worth keeping an eye on. But you, you’re suddenly passing by and someone tells you they’re giving you money, so you follow them. “If you tell me to come and follow along and lose money, don’t you at least think about doubting that someone else wouldn’t do something good for you for free?”
Oh, they can’t do that because they are flower gardeners.
Putting aside my hatred of Kanf, that’s just how life is. If someone buys you meat for no reason, unless that person is your mother or someone who loves you, it is someone who has set a trap to eat you.
The guy who got caught is a stupid guy, but the guy who set the trap is a bastard.
And I’m an asshole.
And, the people who got caught are also bastards.
“Why do children have to suffer like this…”
“… Guard… Captain?”
“… Huh?”
What are you doing?
Of course, at least I didn’t have to worry about everything. At least those who were trying to adapt to the new order, and those who were adapting to it and trying to escape when they sensed something was wrong, were being safely protected.
Naturally, that number is about 1% of all elves.
About 15 children in 10 male and female couples.
Yes indeed.
Of all the Kampfs, only this one is sane. Among them, most of them cooperated properly when I went to collect taxes. What else…
You know.
How much Carnesia was suffering in this sick neighborhood.
“I think they survived because they are not idiots. And… This is a warning to the survivors. Oh! By the way, I am not showing the R-19 to the children, so don’t worry.”
Even adults can’t stand it, so why not show it to the kids?
Elven Haim, where hell unfolds in real time.
And the fight between Surtur and our little girl fighting on top was gradually coming to a conclusion.
Even more than that, I felt like Frey was good at fighting. Well, it is said that he could have dealt with Surtur to some extent if he had had a proper sword, but his power would not have been weak at all.
You may lose heavily, but even so, a war is never fought alone.
The outer shell of the being that is the flame itself is completely shattered-
I call in Trowell, who is there crying. To be precise, the entire outer shell, the entire shape of the earth.
“Hey, I see you again, Trowell. But honestly, I think it would have been better if we had never met.”
-… Yo…ㅅ…ㅗ…ㅅ…
“… To be honest, I wouldn’t have expected this, but I think it’s premature for you to die here and now. That damn Odin bastard created shackles that will bind Surtur to the point of destroying your elemental core, and I can’t undo this yet. You can make the next spirit king be born, and in return…”
-Like us-
-Chaos-
-You become a spirit.
Sylphid, Elaim, and Ifrit appeared and spoke to Trowell. Naturally, the Spirit King is the spirit of nature, the will of nature itself. Nature may gradually die. Especially in a world like today where magic exists, the death of the Spirit King, or death without a successor, is the same as the death of the earth.
If there is no wind, the air becomes stale, and if there is no water, there is a drought.
If there is no flame, there is cold, and if the earth dies, nothing can grow from it.
“… Well, I don’t need your consent from the beginning, so what’s important to me now is that I don’t give up if this land dies, right? So, let’s put your opinions aside and become the Spirit King of Chaos. So, um… In this case, I Should, I say turn it off?”
In fact, from the beginning, we thought we could just get along like cows and chickens, but unfortunately, this is a world where all the gods have turned around. I expected them to do something like this, but I couldn’t help but be amazed at the people who did such crazy things with the intention of killing the planet itself.
Well, among the remains of Trowell, the damaged core of the Spirit King is restored, and starting from that core, another spirit hatches. Other earth spirits retrieve it, and soon Trowell, with his venomous appearance, is restored to its original state. It took shape.
And…
-… What have you done to me!!!
“To be exact, I did this out of the belief that this planet should survive, rather than your will? To be honest, no matter what you say, this is the planet where I was born, and for that reason, you can be considered as a sacrifice to restore [Natural law] So that a new spirit king of the earth can be born. Are you teasing me, Spirit King?”
-I never asked you for help-
“So. That’s why I did it my way. The other lives that have to be destroyed because of your stubbornness are none of my business, but I don’t want the planet I was born on to be destroyed, and if I try to ask anyway, you’ll just say fuck it like you are now. Why,
The gods hit you in the back
You don’t want to admit it?”
-… Tsk-
Well, whether it sucks or not, the facts don’t change.
While she was still intact, she was struck in the back by the gods and turned into shackles to restrain Surtur, and as a result, she suffered serious damage. A collab of great excitement created by that crazy maniac who was determined to kill me by any means regardless of whether this planet dies or not. Sometimes I think I’m crazy, but I can’t keep up with the crazy actions of the gods.
It is said that in order to maintain her existence, Ishtar sacrificed all of her followers and became a demon.
Well, it’s good.
“Lunius.”
“… Why?”
I know they are incorrigible.
I know that they are foolish people who want to protect, even at the cost of death, the existence that was their only salvation in order to satisfy their greed and vanity. And, I know that these are such crazy bastards, that they are in such pain right now, that they are asking for help, please kill them, because they cannot overcome the pain, and their nature is not much different.
They say people can change, but at least not these bastards.
My reason has made a clear decision and is warning me.
“… Do you really want to save it? But, the results won’t be very good. Still, do you want to move? Do you want to save it?”
“Is there a way?”
“Just 50 pieces. Including [Yours].”
“…!”
I simply make a scroll and throw it to Lunaus. 50 photos, including my own.
I already know the outcome of this. And, I know that what I am about to do is teabagging for them, and for Lunaus, it is a struggle to hold on to hope for the last time. Nevertheless, I respect those who know that their choice was probably wrong, hold on to a glimmer of hope, and do not give up until the end.
No matter how stupid that choice may be.
Even if you know that such behavior will not earn anyone’s respect.
I respect their attempts and actions themselves.
Those who believe that it is alive and that their will is no different from death if they do not do it even though they know it is impossible.
And at the end, you will get hope.
Or you might fall into the abyss of despair like me.
Nevertheless, I believe in those who are consistently upright.
That only they deserve to rise again even after experiencing failure.
“Go. Then, find someone who can be saved. And experience the despair there. Contrary to what you think, see for yourself how ugly bastards the intelligent beings are.”
“… Thank you.”
Thank you.
I was sent down to the pit of hell.
I made it go down.
So you don’t have to thank me.
Even more despair awaits.
Knowing the consequences of this, I am in awe of the one-eyed elf who threw himself into that fiery hell simply in the belief that he could save his people.
“And your choice is enough to put an end to these people being assholes who deserve to be judged.”
So, just struggle.
For the things you want to protect.
How empty it is to protect things that are not worth protecting.
It is truly pitiful and pitiful.
And then self-loathing comes flooding in.
Just looking at Amman, I am a bastard.
I know that those feelings are ones I have experienced before, and that I will definitely feel despair, sadness, and anger after everything I tried to save failed, and I saw their true nature when I came before them.
Nevertheless, even though we expect the same results, will there be a change? On his face – I quietly keep an eye on Lunaus.
And from afar, Haemin, who reveals his gigantic dragon body towards Surtur, pounces on him, absorbing all of Surtur’s heat, and pounces on the gigantic body. Surtur fiercely resisting, taking away heat and feasting.
A white dragon that preys on heat, energy, and plasma.
Is that the real appearance of that little boy?
It’s huge.
The magical power becomes tangible and Haemin, sitting on top of Surtur, emits a purple glow and struggles desperately to suffocate Surtur. The magical power takes the shape of a dragon and attacks Surtur as if he is going to eat him. I couldn’t help but be in awe while watching.
It looks like it is struggling against the monster that is the nightmare of the gods and the end of the age of gods, but as always, it is still 2% short.
Just like Thor, I plan to fill in the last 2% for that guy.
As if Surtur was not going to be taken lightly, he climbed on his body and tried to stab Levatein straight into Haemin, who was absorbing the heat.
As per the agreement I made with him, I fulfilled my [Promise] To take his Leviathan.
-… Yog-Sothoth!!!!!
And, in my hand, I hold the sword of Surtur, shrunk to my size. He lifts [Levatain] And grins.
“Now this sword is mine.”
Of course…
I just kept my promise.
So, let’s be preyed on quietly.
And due to that little boy’s desperate absorption, Surtur’s entire body began to lose heat and collapse.
That’s the correct answer.
The heat itself can be used as a weapon, and if it moves as an energy source, just eat it up and kill it.
In the meantime, you have to peel off the outer shell, shock it, and create a gap, only for the fireball to repair itself. And there is no end to that state. If it feasts on flame and energy, if it can be destroyed with that, Surtur will die. That is the result.
The Einherjar were all dead, and the Valkyries were all dead except for the few who survived.
Odin was eaten by Fenrir, and Thor also died.
-Do you think I’m going to die like this…!!!
And…
Once again, there is Vanir who will meet death here.
The car in which Surt’s last struggle was made towards Haemin.
Frey pulls Haemin away from the remains of Surtur and-
“… Thank you for your hard work, kid. Please take care of Freya.”
“… Pray!!!”
And Frey, who removes the exhausted Haemin and throws him to Freyja, sees the remains of Surtur, which had been protecting Haemin, pressing on Freya. After turning into a round sphere and surrounding Frey-
Kwaaaaang-!!!
Surtur was killed in an explosion along with Frey.
