bdsm-fiction Chapter 116 Fire Giant
Chapter 116 Fire Giant
Hela turned around and watched as her attack missed once again, her eyes no longer filled with shock but with fear.
"Interesting." Hela's smile grew even more maniacal. "You're much stronger than I imagined, but that's what makes it interesting. If you were too weak, I wouldn't even have the interest to fight you."
Hela raised her hands, and countless black swords condensed in the air, pointing at the Holy Lord.
"You think this is the end?" Hela's voice was filled with madness. "My power is limitless. As long as death exists, I will never be defeated."
The Holy Lord looked at the dense array of black swords around him, his expression unchanged: "Death?" The Holy Lord shook his head: "Your so-called power of death is nothing more than a child's toy to me."
The Holy Lord planted the Eternal Spear in the ground, clasped his hands together, and the power of the three talismans—Dragon, Horse, and Rabbit—manifested simultaneously, with three different lights intertwining around him.
Hela's expression finally changed.
She felt that power, that power capable of altering reality, and her power of death could not make a ripple in the face of it.
"What...what kind of power is this?" Fear appeared in Hela's voice for the first time.
The Holy Lord did not answer. She raised her hand, and dark red energy condensed in it: "Submit, or disappear."
Hela stared at the light in the Holy Lord's hand. She was certain that she could not withstand that attack; everything she had would vanish. As someone who controlled death, she knew very well that she wouldn't even have a chance to die in the face of this power.
Hela gritted her teeth, and the black longsword in her hand began to dissipate: "I surrender."
Hela's voice was very soft, but every word was clearly audible in the deathly silence.
The Holy Lord nodded in satisfaction, and the light in his hand began to fade: "A wise choice."
Hela knelt on the ground, looked up at Shendu with complex emotions in her eyes. Shendu walked up to her, and the power of the Mind Stone appeared in his palm, pressing it on Hela's head. Hela trembled for a moment, feeling something merge into her will.
Loki watched all this from a corner of the hall and sighed silently in his heart. Hela, the woman even Odin was somewhat wary of, didn't even last a minute in the hands of the Holy Lord before choosing to submit.
Loki took a deep breath; he was now glad he hadn't chosen to resist.
Wanda stood behind Shendu, looking at Hela on the ground with a complicated expression. Her thoughts differed from the others: "This woman won't compete with me for favor, will she?"
Hela's submission caused a huge uproar in Asgard. The nobles who had previously been subservient to Loki suddenly became obedient, and the generals who had previously protested in silence in their own territories returned to the Golden Palace to show their willingness to accept the new king's rule. This was not because of Loki, but because they were afraid of the man who had conquered the frost giants and made the goddess of death kneel in submission.
Muspelheim, the land of the fire giants.
This land has no frost, no darkness, only eternally burning flames and endless lava, and the air is filled with the smell of sulfur.
Surtur lived in the deepest part of this kingdom, with the Twilight Sword planted in the ground beside him, its blade burning with an eternal flame.
He is one of the oldest beings in the Nine Realms, older than Odin and older than the founding of Asgard. His mission is singular: to burn Asgard with the Twilight Blade and destroy the gods when Ragnarok arrives.
But now that Odin is dead, the timeline of Ragnarok has been disrupted.
Surtur sat atop a throne formed of solidified magma, flames burning over his massive body: "Asgard has a new king?"
A fire giant knelt before him, trembling, and said, "Yes, great Shultur, Odin was killed by his adopted son Loki, and now the actual ruler of Asgard is a man called the Holy Lord."
"The Holy Lord?" Schulter frowned, a sense of unease creeping into his unfamiliar name. "What is his background?"
The scout shook his head: "I don't know. He was incredibly powerful. He single-handedly defeated the entire army of frost giants and even made Hela, the goddess of death, submit to him."
A murderous glint flashed in Surtur's eyes. Hela, Odin's daughter, a being he even had to be wary of, had actually chosen to submit?
"Interesting." Surtur rose from his throne. "I want to see what this Holy Lord is capable of, daring to steal the prey of Ragnarok."
Asgard, the Golden Palace.
The Holy Lord sat on the throne with his eyes closed. He had not left the throne for three days since Hela had submitted. Wanda stood quietly behind him, guarding him.
Hela stood in a corner of the hall with her arms crossed, her eyes occasionally drifting towards the Holy Lord.
Loki sat on the smaller throne, seemingly lost in thought.
A guard rushed in from outside the main hall, knelt on one knee, and his face turned deathly pale.
"Your Highness!" The guard's voice trembled. "A large energy fluctuation has been detected on the Rainbow Bridge, heading towards Muspelheim. A powerful life signal is approaching Asgard."
The Holy Lord opened his eyes: "Surtur."
The Holy Lord has been waiting for the other party to come to him on their own initiative these past few days. The Frost Giants have submitted, Hela has submitted, and this key figure in Ragnarok will certainly not remain silent.
Loki's expression changed: "Surtur? That fire giant? What's he doing here?"
The Holy Lord rose from his throne and said calmly, "You've come to die."
Flames and lava intertwined on the Rainbow Bridge as Surtur walked across the flames toward Asgard, leaving a burning footprint with each step.
The aura emanating from the hundred fire giants behind him far surpassed that of the previous frost giant legion.
The Holy Lord walked to the forefront of the Asgardian army: "Surtur."
A glint of murderous intent flashed in Surtur's eyes: "You are the Holy Lord?"
The Holy Lord did not answer, but looked at him with disdain.
Surtur raised the Twilight Sword, flames shooting skyward and illuminating the entire heavens: "My purpose is simple, merely to fulfill my mission."
Surtur's voice was filled with arrogant arrogance: "Ragnarok, the burning of Asgard, the destruction of the gods. Odin is dead, but his death will not change my destiny. Asgard must be destroyed. This is fate, prophecy, and an unchangeable reality."
The Holy Lord's lips curled into a slight smile, his face revealing a mocking expression: "Unchangeable reality? There is no reality that cannot be changed before me."
The Holy Lord raised his hand, and a dark red light screen appeared in front of him. Surtur's pupils contracted slightly as he sensed the power that could rewrite reality.
Surtur scoffed, "You think rewriting reality can stop Ragnarok? Ragnarok isn't a matter of personal will; it's the law of the universe, the destiny of the Nine Realms. Even if you could rewrite reality, you couldn't rewrite destiny!"
The Holy Lord shook his head: "Only the weak believe in fate."