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Chapter 202: Surtur: Can't Think Of It? I'm Back!

On the nearest planet to Titan, a group of dark-robed sorcerers were carving intricate patterns into the landscape. These sorcerers, marked by their dark circles and ghostly appearances, were not ordinary practitioners but fallen beings who had absorbed energy from the Dark Dimension.

Over the years, this planet had been transformed into a massive magic circle, its surface covered in runes and symbols.

"You're done!"

With the final stroke completed, the sorcerers sighed in relief and looked toward Surtur, who loomed menacingly in the sky.

Since the destruction of Titan five years ago, Surtur had been wandering aimlessly, seemingly lost. The sorcerers exchanged glances, then unleashed a barrage of magical lightning toward him.

"Boom..."

To Surtur, this attack was akin to a mere mosquito bite, but it was enough to alert him to the presence of attackers.

"Roar..."

With a furious roar, the giant Flame Giant charged toward them. The leading sorcerer remained calm. This was their plan. They quickly activated the Sling Ring, opening a portal. They stepped through it and immediately appeared on a pre-arranged spaceship.

Losing his target, Surtur's rage escalated. He looked at the planet before him, raised his Twilight Sword high, and plunged it into the planet's core.

"Boom..."

A tremendous roar followed, and the planet shattered. At the same time, the runes across the planet illuminated brilliantly, enveloping Surtur's massive form in a blinding light.

"Roar..." Surtur thrashed wildly in the light.

On the spaceship, the fallen watched frantically. This was a Super Transfer Circle, the culmination of their years of effort!

For an entity of Surtur's power, ordinary sorcerers lacked the ability to teleport him.

Suddenly, many of the fallen began to freeze, followed by agonizing screams.

"Ahhh..."

Dark runes appeared on their bodies, spreading from their hearts and connecting throughout their veins. Their bodies convulsed violently as the dark energy, along with their life force and magic, was drawn out through the runes.

"Ugh..."

With the enormous energy extracted, the fallen aged rapidly and turned into mummies in an instant.

Dark energy might be powerful, but it was never truly one's own. Even if it granted temporary benefits, there was always a price to pay.

Even Kaecilius, who had once served Dormammu and destroyed the three Sanctums, faced his end when he tried to betray his master.

Dormammu was never a benevolent being.

With the sacrifice of these fallen sorcerers, the magic circle's energy surged, enveloping Surtur completely. With a final roar, Surtur vanished, leaving only the remnants of the shattered planet behind.

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Outside Asgard's atmosphere, the sky suddenly split open, an enormous Flame Giants emerged.

Even with the sacrifice of many fallen sorcerers, transporting a being as powerful as Surtur directly to Asgard was impossible. However, this proximity was sufficient. Surtur, sensing Asgard's aura, turned toward it and charged.

"I am the end of Asgard!"

With an arrogant roar, Surtur descended rapidly.

As soon as Surtur appeared, Asgard reacted. A piercing alarm echoed throughout the realm.

A golden stream of light shot up to meet Surtur, striking him in the neck and causing him to stagger.

Surtur halted, grabbing Carol Danvers and tossing her aside like a ragdoll.

At the same time, several enormous spikes, imbued with deathly energy, pierced his chest.

Hela had intervened.

"Roar!"

"Why is this behemoth back again?" Loki yelled frantically from below. "Damn it, it mustn't land, or we're all doomed!"

Heimdallr advised urgently, "Your Highness, we should inform His Majesty and let him make the decision. If there is no other solution, we can use the Bifrost, just as we did five years ago!"