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The body of the revived Surtur was growing rapidly, and he was still the size of a normal person just now, but now his head reached the vault of the treasure house.

"I'll settle the score with you after it's over!"

Raast cursed viciously, and threw the goddess of death aside.

Then, waving the broken 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 relieve the discomfort in her throat.

"Damn Raast, just wait, I'll make you pay!"

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

It took less than half a second for the two of them to rush towards Surtur, his body more than doubled in size, easily broke through the obstacles above his head, and appeared outside the treasure house.

Compared to ordinary people, Raast, who was already huge, was at most equal to his knees.

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It's no longer knee high...

Surtur's body is still getting bigger and bigger, and the Odin treasure house located underground is now a small pit for him.

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

And this is far from over, the flame giant who saw the sky seems to be completely unfettered, growing unscrupulously and savagely, even surpassing the towering fairy palace by him.

Finally, a behemoth with a height of more than 300 meters appeared in Asgard.

On the burly body with clear outlines, there are lava-like lines, and the scorching fire is burning wildly everywhere in his body.

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

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

He was holding a red flaming sword in his hand. Wherever the blade touched, a raging fire would definitely ignite, and the terrifying air waves rushed straight into the sky, dyeing the sky a strange red.

"Tremble before me, Asgard!"

"I've come to settle accounts with you!"

Surtur swung the huge sword in his hand, wantonly destroying all the visible things around him, and within a short while, half of Asgard was reduced to ashes under his sword.

Naturally, the majestic and magnificent Asgard was not spared, it was knocked down and collapsed at the first time, and was almost razed to the ground.

At this juncture, Hela was not so eager, and observed the appearance of Raast and the flame giant with great interest, always feeling a little similar.

Are they actually the same race?

Raast could understand what she was thinking through her eyes, and scolded: "Hmph, stupid woman!"

"I am a noble dark descendant, what is he!"

"Yes, yes." Hela responded, "You are much more handsome than this stupid guy."

Facing the compliment from the Goddess of Death, Raast didn't have a good face at all: "No matter what you say today, I will kill you mercilessly later."

Hela gave him a sideways glance, and commented, "Hmph, boring man."

After all, a cluster of thick dark green thorns emerged from the ground, sending her into the air.

Standing on the tip of the thorns, she mobilized her divine power to call out the sharp thorns and flew towards the flame giant's heart.

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

The javelin entered the body, causing Surtur's body to be beaten, and a miserable scream came out of his mouth.

But Hela was not happy for a long time, and saw the flame giant pull out the spikes that pierced his body like a normal person, and then swung the giant sword with red light and threw it at her.

"I am - the end of Asgard!!!"

Hela was horrified and forgot to dodge.

"Incompetent bungler!"

A rough voice sounded from behind, and Raast, who ran up from the ground along the thorns, directly knocked away the Goddess of Death who was stunned.

Then the speed did not decrease, and he jumped up, hitting the forehead of the flame giant like a missile.

Surtur, who was hit hard, felt as if he had been hit by a falling star, and his body staggered back, trying to maintain his balance.

This creature, which was not as big as a palm to him, actually knocked out a crack in his indestructible skull.

Surtur covered his head with one hand and howled, while waving the huge sword indiscriminately with the other.

His brain is still buzzing now, and it seems that it may explode at any moment.

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

In fact, Raaste is not feeling well now, the effect of force is reciprocal, the impact just now made his whole body almost fall apart.

After all, Surtur's skull, that is, his crown, can withstand the burning of eternal fire, so one can imagine how hard it is.

However, what Raast is more worried about now is whether he will fall to his death. He has been falling for a long time in the form of free fall, and it is estimated that he will not be far from landing.

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

Although Raast still fell with all kinds of meat and vegetables, it was better than landing directly.

"Nice job, Hela!"

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

For the first time, Hela didn't reply, and continued to control the growth of the thorns.

"That's it, heroes see the same thing, Hela!"

Raast, who was full of fighting spirit, immediately got up, jumped back and forth between the thorns, and appeared in front of the flame giant again after a while.

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

Unexpectedly, Raast seized the opportunity, jumped onto the giant's arm, and climbed up the shoulder along the arm.

Then, holding his sickle high, he jumped up again.

"Before the great incarnation, kneel down!"

"I am the World Destroyer!"

"I! Yes! Raast!!!"

The Darkborn laughed wildly, and plunged the scythe, which was shining bright red, into the crack between the flame giant's eyebrows.

In the next second, continuous cracking sounds sounded, and in an instant, the crown of Surtur's skull was covered with dense cracks.

"Do not----!"

"I am the ruler of Asgard, the dusk of the gods, I shouldn't just die like this!"

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

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

Immediately after hearing a terrifying loud noise, the crown was completely shattered into countless pieces and collapsed in all directions.

Surtur, without the blessing of the crown, couldn't resist the damage of Raast at all, and the giant scythe cut through the giant's flesh and bones without any effort.

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

When Raast fell to the ground, the flame giant was almost split in two, and the contents of the chest cavity were exposed brightly, with the broken sternum hanging crookedly on it.

Hot magma spewed out from the giant's body, and it was extinguished before it hit the ground.

The fleeting feeling is like his short life.

Surtur's huge body collapsed, and soon lost all temperature, turning into a pile of black rocks.

Raast twisted his somewhat stiff neck, shook off the residual magma on the sickle, and carried it on his shoulder.

"You are mediocre, and you stand out from the crowd."