Surtr, the Giant King.
In Norse mythology, he was born from the wrath of the primordial giant Ymir, the very incarnation of the fiery realm Muspelheim.
The Swordbearer, known as the mechanism of mythic destruction.
In other words, the Giant King was the natural enemy of both gods and humans.
The previous Ragnarök of Norse mythology was ignited by him, as he unleashed apocalyptic flames that reduced everything to ashes!
He devoured Fenrir, the monstrous wolf who also wielded the authority of destruction.
Not only did he bring about Ragnarök, but he also sought to set the entire planet ablaze.
Back then, the Allfather Odin led the gods in battle against him.
Countless deities fell before they finally managed to seal him away.
However.
Even after his body and soul were sealed, the remnants of his apocalyptic flames continued to ravage the world.
Even someone as powerful as the Lostbelt King, Scáthach-Skadi, was utterly incapable of extinguishing these flames.
A faint trace of resignation flickered across her usually serene face. "The flames are consuming the world, leaving only enough resources to sustain ten thousand people. Perhaps after defeating Surtr, more lives can be saved."
Yes, this was the sole reason she had chosen to "preserve" humanity.
With the world engulfed by the Giant King's flames, the remaining resources could only support ten thousand survivors.
As for the giants, most of them relied on the lingering power of the Giant King to survive.
Merely devouring humans could never sate them, so they remained in a near-perpetual state of slumber.
Yet, the moment any source of warmth appeared near them, they would attack without hesitation.
This hunting instinct of the giants was something even Scáthach-Skadi could not suppress.
Her only recourse was to erect powerful defensive magecraft around each village to fend off their assaults.
"You must know why I've come here," Nameless inquired.
"Of course. You seek to destroy the Lostbelt, while I exist only to protect it."
Scáthach-Skadi nodded lightly, a faint smile gracing her lips. "Once the Giant King is defeated, we can settle our differences then."
Thus, two who should have been mortal enemies joined forces in that moment.
The audience was left utterly bewildered—
[Seriously, only you could pull this off, Nameless!]
[They actually teamed up?! Holy hell, I'm shocked for the next ten thousand years. Nameless, are you gonna team up with Goetia to fight the Alien God next?]
[Now I finally understand why Scáthach had to "preserve" humanity… But is survival like this even meaningful?]
[To save some, she sacrifices others without hesitation… Scáthach really does resemble that Kiritsugu Emiya guy.]
…
In the Einzbern Castle.
Watching the scene unfold in the video, Illya couldn't help but shake her head. "The Second Lostbelt… is truly cruel. In a way, she really is like Kiritsugu."
Cruel beyond bearing.
Cruel enough to grant people only twenty-five years of life before casting them aside.
What meaning did such a "future" even hold?
Her father, Kiritsugu Emiya, was known as the Magus Killer.
Once, in order to eliminate a target researching a zombie virus who was attempting to escape via airplane—
The Magus Killer acted without hesitation, killing the target.
But the virus was released, turning all three hundred passengers on the plane into ghouls!
To eliminate the threat, he then fired a surface-to-air missile without a second thought, blowing the plane out of the sky.
No survivors.
Three hundred lives—how many loved ones had been waiting for them to return?
"Indeed. No matter her intentions, her hands are already drenched in blood," Miyu murmured with a sigh.
This Lostbelt King is somewhat similar to the parallel world's Einzbern family.
Just like them, she wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice anyone to save the world at all costs.
From an ordinary person's perspective,
if you weren't the one being sacrificed, you'd surely revere such a figure as a formidable leader.
However.
You could also become the sacrifice!
Previously, when Mordred of Britain launched her rebellion, it was precisely because that perfect king would protect her people yet equally sacrifice anyone without hesitation.
When Mordred rebelled, countless others rose up in response.
Because they too feared becoming sacrifices!
Like sparks igniting a prairie fire, it instantly swept across all of Britain!
Illya asked curiously, "Will this Lostbelt King take the opportunity to ambush Nameless during the battle?"
She could feed countless subjects to the giants, watching them be devoured without batting an eye.
A queen so cold and merciless.
Striking during battle to eliminate future threats—that seems perfectly normal, doesn't it?
If it were Kiritsugu, he'd definitely act without hesitation!
"I don't know... With my brother's wisdom, this probably won't happen, right?"
Miyu frowned.
She wasn't confident either.
This queen was simply too ruthless, able to smile while sending her people to their deaths!
Under the gaze of all spectators,
Chaldea and the Lostbelt King discussed their objective.
Ophelia frowned tightly. "Your Majesty, this isn't the plan we agreed upon!"
She had come first, laying the groundwork to persuade the queen.
So why had things turned out like this?
"I originally thought you were sincerely helping me manage this Lostbelt, and I was grateful. But I never expected your Servant to be hiding Surtr!"
Scáthach-Skadi's violet eyes burned with killing intent. "He is the most hated enemy of our gods. We cannot allow him to live!"
The Giant King Surtr raised his world-ending sword, bringing about Ragnarök and slaughtering countless gods.
As the sole survivor, she would stop at nothing to exact revenge.
Ophelia's frown deepened. "I've been sealing him with my Mystic Eyes all along. There's no way he could break free."
"No, you can't. After devouring Fenrir, that Giant King already possesses the power to end the world."
Nameless looked at her with pity. "Your so-called contract was nothing but deception. If you don't believe me, use your Mystic Eyes and examine your own soul!"
The Giant King, who already embodied the authority to end the world, had consumed Fenrir—who also held such authority.
This wasn't a simple one-plus-one equation but a fundamental transformation.
It allowed him to effortlessly crush the Norse gods, triggering Ragnarök and slaying powerful deities like Loki.
He forced Odin to seal him at the cost of his own life.
And that wasn't all.
He still sought to annihilate the entire planet, eradicating all life!
"My... soul?"
Ophelia froze momentarily.
Then,
following Nameless's advice, she hastily activated her formidable Mystic Eyes to observe her own soul.
When she had first summoned her Servant, the Giant King had forced his way into Siegfried's body uninvited.
To prevent accidents, Ophelia had expended a Command Spell to forbid him from suicide.
Now, upon careful inspection with her Mystic Eyes, she made a shocking discovery.
The Giant King Surtr had actually secretly fused with her soul through their contract, scheming to manipulate her!
His earlier obedient and compliant act when signing the contract was all a deception to lull her into lowering her guard!
Just as she was reeling in shock—
Sigurd suddenly launched an attack, aiming to strike Nameless down with a single slash.
But what shocked everyone even more was—
When Nameless drew his sword to block and attempted to repel him—
This great hero of Norse mythology, his eyes blood-red, charged forward and deliberately let the blade pierce through his chest!
Ophelia roared in fury, "Surtr! How dare you do this?!"
Indeed, the one controlling Sigurd at this moment was none other than the Giant King Surtr.
Through this underhanded trick, He had completely shattered His seal.
And escaped!
Light blazed above their heads.
This terrifying being who had once brought about Ragnarök soared upward, plunging into the sun overhead!
Of course, this sun was merely the false sun of the Lostbelt, not the real one.
Yet it still allowed His power to skyrocket instantly.
An enormous giant emerged from the sun.
Cloaked in flames capable of annihilating all existence, He stood atop the false sun.
His voice, carrying the weight of divine judgment, resounded across the heavens and earth:
"I am Surtr, the Doom of Fate, the End of All Things!"
"Unstoppable, Unopposable—"
"I, am the Calamity of Destruction!"
The Giant King who had once slaughtered the Norse gods and brought about Ragnarök had descended upon the world once more!
The explosive scene left countless spectators in awe—
[Damn, He fused with the sun?! How are they supposed to fight that?!]
[Holy crap, is this guy even stronger than Tamamo-no-Mae with all nine tails?!]
[Hard to say. Tamamo is just an aspect of Amaterasu, but this guy is the real deal—a world-ender who butchers gods like chickens!]
[This is insane, no wonder He wiped out the Norse pantheon! Someone call Tiamat for backup, quick!]
[Goetia, you should step in too! This guy's trying to steal your title as the world-ender—how can you, the King of Demon Gods, tolerate that?!]
...
With a dazzling, overwhelming display, the Giant King made His grand entrance.
In one swift move, He fused with the Lostbelt's false sun, unleashing apocalyptic flames to bring about the world's total annihilation.
No—
He wasn't just devouring the false sun's power. With absolute dominance, He also consumed and merged with the Fantasy Tree!
Ophelia shouted furiously, "You bastard! How dare you?!"
Her mission in the Second Lostbelt was to ensure the Fantasy Tree took root and flourished.
In truth.
Ophelia cultivated the Fantasy Tree solely to aid her captain, Kirschtaria Wodime!
She wanted the Fantasy Tree of the Second Lostbelt to become nourishment for his Fantasy Tree!
But now, this terrifying giant was devouring the Fantasy Tree without hesitation.
It sought to use the Fantasy Tree to completely break free from the constraints of the Lostbelt, thereby annihilating the entire planet!
The thunderous voice of the Giant King Surtr boomed: "Ophelia, stay with me forever. I shall protect you for eternity!"
After being sealed away by the gods, only this woman had formed a contract with him, allowing him to break free from the deathly seal.
Thus, in his own way, he sought to bind her to him forever.
"I refuse!"
Ophelia firmly rejected him.
His goal was the destruction of all life on this planet, making them inherently opposed.
Boom!
The moment she uttered those words, flames of destruction descended like a storm.
"After being sealed for three thousand years, exiled from the world, now you dare refuse me!" The Giant King fell into utter rage.
Flames of destruction rained down from the sky like a tempest.
Enveloping the entire ice city in their grasp.
Nameless raised his right hand, Command Seals glowing: "Mash, block this!"
"Leave it to me, Senpai!"
Mash raised her shield, unleashing the formidable power of her ideal shield once more.
With the immense magical energy provided by the Command Seals, the resplendent walls of Camelot rose to defend the ice city.
At that moment.
Scáthach-Skadi made her move.
Upon her head rested an exquisitely ornate crown—[The Love Left by the Gods].
The final gift from the Norse gods, slaughtered by the Giant King.
The gods had taken the most beautiful treasures from the nine realms of the North, forging a single radiant brilliance.
A crown crafted for her, the most beautiful goddess.
As the crown manifested, Nameless and Mash instantly felt a surge of immense magical energy flooding their bodies.
Their power skyrocketed in an instant!
Immediately after.
Scáthach-Skadi unleashed another formidable Noble Phantasm—
[Gate of Skye: The Brimming Deathly Demonic Realm!]
The Noble Phantasm's power bloomed, bestowing upon Nameless the blessings of the Norse gods.
Granting him complete immunity to instant-death effects and fire damage, while doubling his combat prowess.
An overwhelmingly powerful BUFF effect!
Scáthach-Skadi smiled faintly. "You have been empowered. Now, go forth."
"Understood, thank you!" Nameless quickly expressed his gratitude.
At this moment, he was no longer alone—his body now channeled the collective might of the slaughtered Norse gods!
Under the influence of this tremendous BUFF.
Brilliant golden light erupted around him, transforming into countless chains that shot straight toward the colossal giant.
[Enkidu: Chains of Heaven!]
Countless gleaming golden chains encircled the massive Giant King, binding him tightly.
Surtr roared in fury, struggling to break free from this seal.
Yet,
having only just escaped his previous imprisonment, he had not yet regained the peak form that had slaughtered the gods.
Breaking free from the Chains of Heaven would clearly take time.
Just as Nameless prepared to strike.
Unexpected aid arrived.
Ophelia's eyes blazed with crimson light: "By the name of my Mystic Eyes, I sever your magical energy supply!"
Since this world-ending giant had been drawn here by the Servant she summoned.
Naturally, she had to personally intervene to seal it once more.
The Mystic Eye of Delay could be considered the pinnacle among all mystic eyes.
It could observe all possibilities and fixate them, thereby making them manifest.
This incredibly powerful mystic eye was her proudest asset.
But against this apocalyptic Giant King.
Ophelia had no choice but to recklessly overexert her mystic eye's power to temporarily sever the enemy's mana supply.
Otherwise,
if this giant were allowed to endlessly devour the power of the False Sun and the Fantasy Tree, not only would the humans present be annihilated, even the gods would be slaughtered!
She did despise Nameless, but only because she sought to carve a different path for humanity's future in her own way.
She would never allow anyone to bring about humanity's complete extinction!
Nameless looked at her and said softly, "Since you have such resolve, I'll set aside our past blood feud for now."
Exerting her mystic eye to this extent would cause irreversible and fatal damage.
Clearly,
this traitor of Team A still yearned for humanity's survival, aiding him in defeating the Giant King.
With all preparations complete,
Nameless manifested a card on the spot and began the summoning: "O Archer of the Sun from myth, lend me your power!"
Hum~
An intangible ripple descended from the void, enveloping him.
This ripple was ancient and profound, brimming with the primordial might of creation.
It was none other than the power of Yi the Archer, the legendary hero who shot down the suns.
His power now infused Nameless.
Under this power,
Nameless's hands radiated mana, projecting the divine armaments—the Sun-Shooting Bow and Sun-Shooting Arrow.
Drawing the bow to shoot the sun,
recreating the ancient myth of shooting down the suns!
The arrow loosed, a brilliant beam piercing the heavens, transforming into a blade that could rend all.
Instantly, it pierced through the apocalyptic being fused with the False Sun.
The Giant King Surtr roared in fury, "No! I will never forgive you!"
The False Sun behind him dimmed abruptly.
Boundless energy coalesced into a weapon of utter annihilation.
"Perish!"
The Giant King Surtr unleashed his strongest attack—
[Shine, Crown of the Sun—Loptr Laegjarn!]
With his Noble Phantasm, the Flame Sword, he launched the most terrifying anti-world strike.
To bring about the world's end!
Faced with this apocalyptic assault,
Ophelia did not hesitate to sacrifice her life, using a Grand Command Spell: "Sigurd! Block him!"
Ordinary Command Spells merely consumed stored mana.
But a Grand Command Spell consumed the user's life and soul, converting them entirely into mana to empower the Servant!
Under this enhancement,
Sigurd activated his Noble Phantasm once more, Gram transforming into annihilating flames to withstand the Giant King's strike.
And grievously wounding the colossal giant once again.
Boom!
Flames erupted across the sky, painting it crimson as apocalyptic fire rained down, threatening to consume all.
In this crisis, Scáthach-Skadi wielded her divine authority without reservation—
[Blizzard of Absolute Freeze!]
Infinite snowflakes bloomed, encasing the world in absolute frost.
Thus, she blocked the Giant King Surtr's devastating blow.
Nameless drew his bow once more.
A golden beam shot straight through the Giant King, utterly obliterating his colossal form!