Boom!
Asgard's ground suddenly surged upward.
Countless long spikes of black crystal burst up from the earth.
In an instant, this entire area was filled with razor-sharp black crystal formations, radiating a dark, dangerous aura.
Karl casually shattered the sharp protrusions.
Thor, meanwhile, kept dodging nonstop.
It was a series of near-death escapes.
Life and death were decided in a single heartbeat.
In Asgard, Hela had only just unleashed fifty percent of her full combat power.
If it was purely a matter of brute force…
Even if you added ten Thors together, they still wouldn't be her match.
Unfortunately—
A fight isn't decided by energy quantity alone.
Right now,
Hela couldn't land a single hit on Karl or Thor.
"You two little bugs—do you only know how to run and hide?"
"Show me your power and fight me head-on!"
The spikes on Hela's head lifted in furious irritation.
Beside her, the "seven steeds" of deathly power surged like an endless ocean tide—bottomless and inexhaustible.
Karl and Thor were like two flimsy boats in the sea, only able to be carried along by the raging tide.
Karl merely watched Hela in silence.
Seeing that,
Hela grew even angrier.
The deathly power on her body swelled even more violently.
Black crystal condensed directly into spears, shooting toward the two of them.
Dense spears—like a storm of arrows—so packed that there was nowhere to dodge.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The sound of air tearing rang out.
Thor instantly panicked.
Karl, however, remained calm and composed—
Like walking through a forest of blossoms, never brushing a single petal.
Golden light kept flashing.
Those black spears simply couldn't touch Karl.
And even when an attack couldn't be avoided,
Karl would lift the transparent Rift-Cleaving Blade in his hand and flick—
Turning the enemy's force back on itself to the absolute limit.
"Hela. The crazier a person gets, the closer they are to dying."
"Looks to me like you won't be far from death either."
Karl spoke flatly.
Hela didn't react at all, continuing to drive her terrifying deathly power.
Black crystal spears kept firing.
For a moment,
Thor was in complete disarray.
If his body weren't so tough, he'd have been nailed to a wall by now.
"Death?"
"From where I'm standing, the one who's going to die is you."
"I can't die!"
"No one can kill me in Asgard!"
Hela laughed wildly.
Rumble!!
Crack!
The ground suddenly began to quake.
Rocks and buildings shook violently.
The snapping of stone and the roar of collapsing structures rang in their ears.
Even Hela turned her head sharply.
Over there—
A giant covered in magma rose straight up from the earth.
A gray iron-forged crown sat on its head, and in its hand it gripped an enormous flaming red greatsword.
Lightning-and-fire patterns were carved into the blade.
Magma dripped from it without end.
"Odin!!"
"I have returned!"
"Today is Ragnarök!"
Surtur roared.
He swung the flaming sword to the side—
And the ground beside him was cleaved open by that sword, over a hundred meters long.
A grotesque gash was left in the earth, flames still burning within it, magma ruins scattered all around.
At this moment, Surtur truly looked like a monster.
That colossal power warped everything around him.
Everything nearby was flattened into a wasteland.
But now—
Hela was already crazy.
Why would she care whether the enemy in front of her was Karl, or Surtur?
Dozens of black spears studded with barbs shot toward Surtur.
Those black spears pierced straight through Surtur's body.
But—
Surtur acted as if he felt nothing at all.
"Asgard must be destroyed today!"
Surtur bellowed.
He hefted that massive sword—over a hundred meters long and tens of meters wide—
And swept it toward Hela.
Smack!
Like swatting a fly, Hela was sent flying.
Those spears imbued with black deathly power cracked apart and shattered completely.
Surtur didn't even seem to notice that "little fly," and began wreaking havoc everywhere.
The last scraps of buildings Asgard still had left were all swept away by Surtur's blade.
Asgard turned into scorched earth burning with flames.
And Surtur's power only grew more unrestrained—
Like a nuclear weapon on the verge of detonating.
Karl immediately made his decision.
He grabbed Thor, and Loki—who had finally managed to sneak over.
"We should go. Staying any longer isn't a good idea."
As he spoke,
he opened a Portal…
And stepped through in a single stride.
Thor and Loki exchanged a look, then hurried after him.
In the next instant,
the three of them appeared in Outer Space, who knew how many light-years away from Asgard.
Karl swept his hand.
A System Interface Screen appeared before them.
Displayed on it was the scene on Asgard.
Surtur—like a monster—was rampaging on Asgard, destroying everything in madness.
Thor at the side looked like he was about to cry.
While they watched Surtur go berserk,
all of Asgard began to tremble.
Even Karl's magic started vibrating slightly.
That was enough to show just how terrifying the energy upheaval on Asgard had become.
They watched Asgard shaking more and more violently.
Hela stood atop an incomparably huge black crystal pillar that shot straight into the sky.
Around her were over a hundred gigantic spears.
At the spear tips, black luster flickered—dangerous to the extreme.
"I am a god!"
"Go die!!"
Hela let out a crazed roar.
With a wave of her hand,
more than a hundred spears—each as thick as half a meter—shot toward Surtur.
Pshk!
Pshk!
They stabbed straight into Surtur's body,
piercing him clean through.
"I am Ragnarök!"
Surtur roared back.
He gripped the enormous flaming greatsword with both hands,
and thrust it down toward Hela below.
At the tip of the Twilight Sword, astonishing energy fluctuations erupted.
The violent energy tide that spread outward surged beyond Asgard itself.
That terrifying tide spilled into the universe.
Even Hela's pupils suddenly shrank.
Then—
Surtur drove that sword down.
An unimaginably horrific burst of energy detonated.
A point of white energy light expanded—
And all of Asgard looked like a supernova erupting.
That floating landmass was erased by crisscrossing annihilating energy.
The shockwave spread outward—
So far it felt like it could cross hundreds of cosmic scales.
Meteorites, small planets, fragments clinging around Asgard—
All were forcibly erased by that overwhelming power.
The magnificent Asgard, hanging in the universe…
Was destroyed by Surtur's single sword.
In the entire universe—every existence capable of sensing this region's presence—
For a moment…
The universe trembled.
(End of Chapter)
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