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Guardian of the Ancient Kings

"Surtur?"

When Forseti and Hela left the Golden Palace, they looked up and saw a rapidly enlarging red dot in the sky.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Heimdallr said. "During the previous prison riot, Lorelei stole the Eternal Fire, and Surtur may have taken it back from her."

Forseti frowned. Could this flame giant be the disaster that Odin and the Ancient One had warned about before they died?

"I'm going to get the Destroyer!" Thor said, turning and heading straight for Odin's treasury. The Destroyer was Odin's armor, and now that Odin was gone, Thor had inherited this powerful weapon.

Not long after, Thor emerged from the vault in the Destroyer armor, silver metal covering his skin, hands of steel clutching his new weapon, the Gorehowl battle axe. Inheriting some of Hellscream's power, Thor, wearing the Destroyer armor and holding the Gorehowl battle axe, was in his strongest state.

Loki stood ready with his Frostmourne( made from power of casket of ancient winters), the coldness and death that pervaded him contrasting sharply with Thor's unyielding blood. All the warriors in Asgard were prepared to face the flame giant, which might be a doomed challenge. Tyr, the aged god of war, also regained his long sword and stood side by side with Hela and Forseti.

"Asgard, have you seen your doomsday?" Surtur's figure was clearly visible as he appeared in the sky of Asgard with a sword of twilight large enough to split a mountain. The fiery flames filled the void, causing everyone's sight to fall into a fiery red.

Forseti opened his Eyes of Reckoning, a trace of confusion appearing on his face. Surtur's power was weaker than he had imagined, only at the ninth level. Although the ninth level is very powerful, it is not enough to destroy Asgard, and it seemed a bit lacking. After all, Asgard was not as weak as it was in Thor: Ragnarok. Could Surtur still strike Asgard like in Ragnarok?

Forseti wasn't sure, but Asgard's choice was clear. As Odin had told him before his death, they must unite in the face of disaster and the enemy and fight side by side. He took a deep breath, his eyes solemn, as golden holy light surrounded his body.

These holy lights transformed him, turning his body and armor into a half-ethereal, half-corporeal form of holy light. In an instant, Forseti became a golden warrior like a spiritual entity, holding a great sword of holy light, with six wings of holy light extending from his back. This was the last spell on the sixth floor, guarding the ancient kings!

In this state, Forseti's strength would be improved in all directions, and he could change his body size at will. In theory, as long as he had enough mana, he could even become infinite. To deal with a giant like Surtur, a huge size was clearly necessary. So, after becoming the guardian of the ancient kings, Forseti's body began to expand rapidly, swelling to a height of several hundred meters, comparable to Surtur.

Surtur, who had just arrived in Asgard, roared and swung the Twilight Sword, but it was immediately blocked by the Holy Light Greatsword in Forseti's hand.

"Boom!" A loud noise erupted between the two giant swords.

"Who are you?" Surtur looked at Forseti, who was now larger than himself, in surprise. The people of Asgard were also surprised by Forseti's transformation, as it was the first time he had used the ancient kings' guardian form in front of them.

"Why did my brother-in-law become so big?" Thor couldn't help but ask.

"A spell," Hela said briefly.

"So why did my brother-in-law become so big?"

"..."

After becoming a giant, every action of Forseti consumed mana, especially attacks, so he needed to fight quickly. He grabbed Surtur, the six huge wings of light behind him taking them away from Asgard in a blink of an eye to fight in the void.

"No matter who you are, you will become charcoal for the eternal fire. I am Ragnarok!" Surtur declared, the huge Twilight Sword emitting an even hotter light, like a scorching sun rising in the universe.

Thor roared, flying out of Asgard with the Gorehowl battle axe, heading straight for Surtur, who was fighting Forseti. He leaped and slashed, appearing like a meteor above Surtur's head, and Gorehowl suddenly struck one of Surtur's horns.

"Boom!"

Like Hellscream, the power of this leap and chop was astounding. With a loud bang, the sharp blood roar slammed off Surtur's horn! The huge impact made the flame giant stagger.

"Impossible!" Surtur, now repeatedly defeated, held his broken horn in disbelief. "Odin is dead, Asgard shouldn't be my opponent!"

"Times have changed, flame giant." Loki appeared behind Surtur with Frostmourne in hand, piercing his burning skin with the icy, bone-piercing sword. Frostmourne left a wound dozens of meters long on Surtur's back. Though not too long compared to his size, Frostmourne's bone-chilling cold made it especially painful.

Immediately afterward, countless sharp blades condensed by Hela attacked from all directions, shooting at Surtur and turning him into a hedgehog in a blink of an eye. Forseti stabbed out the great sword of holy light, the shining edge pointing directly at Surtur's chest.

Surtur, overwhelmed, was immediately pierced through the chest by the great sword, with lava and flames pouring out like blood from the cracks in his body.

"Ahhh-" the flame giant howled in pain.

Seeing that he had almost no strength left to fight back, the people in Asgard were no longer content to just watch. The white-haired old god of war Tyr ignored his family's objections and joined the fight, and even Heimdallr joined in.

What had begun as the twilight of the gods turned into a group fight.

"Impossible, it's impossible, fate didn't tell me this!" Surtur, beaten by the gods, roared unwillingly.

Soon his struggles were in vain. Forseti's Holy Light Greatsword pierced his body multiple times, each time greatly weakening his breath. In the end, Surtur's body collapsed, the flames dissipating in the sky, leaving only a blackened head, a cluster of bright flames, and his Twilight Sword.

Surtur's head was very inconspicuous, like a piece of charred coal, almost invisible in the void. Fortunately, Forseti was prepared, and the Eye of Reckoning immediately fixed on the head that was trying to sneak away—Surtur's evil soul made it very conspicuous in the Eye of Reckoning's vision.

Forseti, now the size of an ordinary person, used the Holy Light wings to intercept Surtur's head: "There is no next time, flame giant."