The resurrected Surtr's body was rapidly getting bigger, and he was just the size of a normal person, and now his head had reached the vault dome.

"I'll settle accounts with you when it's over!"

Raast cursed viciously and tossed the goddess of death aside.

Then, with a wave of the shattering scythe in his hand, he rushed towards the Flame Giant.

Hela fell to the ground in embarrassment, rubbed Ziqing's neck after getting up, and coughed several times in a row to eliminate the discomfort in her throat.

"Damn Raaste, wait, I'll make you pay!"

After whispering this, she grabbed a sword flower and rushed towards the flame giant.

In less than half a second for the two of them to rush towards Surtr, his body more than doubled in size, easily smashing through the obstacle above his head and appearing outside the treasure house.

Compared to the ordinary people, Raaste, who is already huge, is at most at the same level as his knees.

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It's not knee-high anymore...

Surtr's body continued to grow, and the Treasury of Odin, located underground, was now a small pit for him.

With a slight leg lift, you came to the ground.

And this is far from the end, the flame giant who has seen the light of day seems to be completely unrestrained, and it grows unscrupulously and savagely, and even the towering Asgard Palace has been surpassed by him.

Eventually, a behemoth more than 300 meters tall appeared in Asgard.

The clear-cut burly body had lines like lava, and the scorching fire burned wildly all over his body.

The temperature emitted from the surface of the body can affect the earth from Asgard.

Two huge black horns bent upward, as if they could pierce the sky.

He held a reddish sword of fire in his hand, and wherever the blade reached, a raging fire would surely ignite, and terrifying waves of qi would soar into the sky, dyeing the sky a strange red.

"Tremble before me, Asgard!"

"I'm coming to settle accounts with you!"

Surtr wielded the greatsword in his hand, wreaking havoc on everything that could be seen around him, and in a few moments, half of Asgard was reduced to ashes under his sword.

"The Point Guard Is Here"

The magnificent and gorgeous Asgard Palace naturally did not survive the disaster, and was knocked down and collapsed in the first place, almost being razed to the ground.

At this juncture, Hela was not so eager, and observed with great interest the appearance of Raast and the Flame Giant, and always felt a little similar.

Could it be that they are actually the same race?

Raaste could see what she was thinking through her eyes, and scolded, "Hmph, stupid woman! ”

"Lao Tzu is a noble dark descendant, what is he!"

"Yes, yes, yes." Hela replied, "You're much more handsome than this stupid guy." ”

In the face of the compliment of the goddess of death, Raaste did not have a good face at all: "No matter what you say today, I will kill you mercilessly later." ”

Hela glanced at him and commented, "Hmph, boring man." ”

With that, a thick, dark green thorn sprang up from the ground, sending her into the air.

Standing at the tip of the thorns, she summoned her divine power, summoned spikes, and flew towards the flame giant's heart.

The spikes swelled rapidly in the air, and in a few breaths, they turned into sharp javelins hundreds of meters long.

The javelin entered his body, causing Surtr to smack his body, and a terrible scream came out of his mouth.

But Hela didn't have long to be happy, and then she saw the flame giant pull out the spikes that pierced through her body as if nothing happened, and then slammed the giant sword with a glowing red light at her.

"I am the end of Asgard!

！ ”

Hela was so frightened that she forgot to dodge.

"Nothing is enough, there is more than failure!"

A rough voice sounded from behind him, and Layast, who ran up from the ground along the thorns, directly crashed into the goddess of death who was stunned in place.

Then, without slowing down, he leapt to his feet, slamming into the center of the flame giant's brow like a missile.

Surtr, who had been hit hard, felt as if he had been hit by a falling star, and his body staggered backwards, and it was only with great difficulty that he could maintain his balance.

The creature, which was not bigger than a palm to him, actually knocked out a crack in his indestructible skull.

Surtr clutched his head in one hand and howled, wielding his greatsword in the other.

His brain was still buzzing, and it seemed like it could burst at any moment.

"Damn worm, I'm going to burn you to ashes!"

In fact, Raaste is not feeling well now, the effect of the force is mutual, just now, he was about to fall apart after the collision.

After all, Surtr's skull, his crown, can withstand the burning of the eternal fire, and you can imagine how hard it is.

However, Raaste is now more worried about whether he will fall to his death, he has been in free fall for a while, and it is estimated that he is not far from the ground.

He was ready to break a few bones, but at this moment, dozens of thorns broke out of the ground and supported his body.

Although Raaste is still falling, it is better than landing directly.

"Well done, Hela!"

"I take back what I just said, you're not useless!"

Hela did not reply and continued to control the upward growth of thorns.

"That's it, the hero sees it the same way, Hela!."

Battle-spirited, Raaste immediately got up and jumped back and forth between the thorns, and in a few moments, he appeared in front of the flame giant again.

Because the distance between the two was close enough, Surtr subconsciously reached out to grab him.

Unexpectedly, Raaste seized the opportunity and jumped directly on the giant's arm and climbed along the arm to the shoulder.

Then, holding his scythe aloft, he jumped again.

"Kneel before the great incarnation!"

"I am the Destroyer of Worlds!"

"Me! Be! Rayast!

！ ”

The Darkspawn laughed wildly, plunging the scythe, glowing red, into the crack in the flame giant's brow.

In the next second, a continuous cracking sound sounded, and in an instant, Surter's skull crown was covered with dense cracks.

"No ————!"

"I am the Lord of Asgard, the Twilight of the Gods, and I don't deserve to die like this!"

The Flame Giant threw down the giant sword in his hand and tried to hold down the crown in a panic, but he didn't dare to actually touch it, for fear of destroying it.

Raast didn't give him a chance to struggle, and with all his strength, he finally pressed the slender scythe blade completely into Surtr's body.

Immediately after hearing a terrifying loud bang, the crown completely shattered into countless pieces and fell in all directions.

Without the blessing of the crown, Surtr could not withstand the damage of Raaste, and the giant scythe cut through the giant's flesh and cut off his bones without much effort.

From the center of the eyebrows down, first the bridge of the nose, the corners of the mouth, then the chin, and finally the chest to the lower abdomen.

By the time Layast hit the ground, the Flame Giant had been almost split in two, and the contents of his chest were clearly revealed, and his broken sternum was slumped diagonally on it.

The hot magma gushed out of the giant's body, only to be extinguished before it could hit the ground.

The fleeting feeling is like his short life.

Surtr's massive body collapsed with a bang, quickly losing all its temperature and turning into a pile of black rock.

Rayast twisted his stiff neck, shook off the remnants of the lava from the scythe, and slung it over his shoulder.

"You're mediocre, you're out of the crowd."