Summon the Villain: Marvel.

Muspelheim, the world of fire, is surrounded by eternal flames. The sky is dyed blood red by the strong red light, and the air is filled with burning smell. Lava gushes out from the cracks on the surface, and the whole world seems to be in endless torment. In the center of this hellish scene, Thor and Loki are facing their most feared enemy - Surtur, the fire giant, the messenger of doom who is predicted to destroy Asgard in "Ragnarok".

Surtur wore a crown symbolizing his authority and held a giant flaming sword in his hand. The blade burned with endless flames, and every swing seemed to tear the air apart. His tall figure stood in the flames, his eyes filled with blazing anger, as if the whole world was under his control.

"Asgard's doom is certain," Surtur's voice was low and full of destructive pressure, as if it came from the depths of hell. "Even if the three goddesses of fate give new prophecies, they can't stop me. I will destroy Asgard and complete the destined war of destruction!"

His voice echoed throughout the world of fire, as if the world was responding to his oath. Then, Surtur raised the giant flaming sword high, the flames surged wildly, and terrifying flames rose from the blade. Then he swung it down suddenly, as if a sea of ​​fire was about to devour everything.

Loki stood beside Thor, his eyes grim, holding the Frost Box tightly in his hands. Frost power surged from his palms, forming a sharp contrast with the blazing heat of Muspelheim. Facing Surtur's attack, Loki did not hesitate at all, waving his hands to release powerful frost energy, condensing a huge ice wall to block the flames.

"Surtur!" Loki's voice was filled with sarcasm and disdain. "You think you are the master of fate, but you are just a prisoner bound by prophecy!"

Ice and fire collided violently in the air, the fire burned wildly, but the power of ice and frost resisted tenaciously. Although the environment was completely unfavorable to him, Loki remained calm and the power of the Frost Box was perfectly exerted under his control.

Surtur sneered, his eyes revealing undisguised contempt: "Loki, even you want to stop me? You are just a traitor who betrayed your own destiny. With your little frost power, do you think you can stop the destruction of fire?"

Loki snorted, his cold eyes not moved by Surtur's words. He once again activated the power of the Frost Box, and a large area of ​​ice spread out, quickly freezing a piece of ice in the flames. The interweaving of ice and fire caused the entire space to fall into a brief balance.

At the same time, Thor rushed towards Surtur like thunder. He held the Thor's hammer "Storm Axe" which had evolved from the Reality Stone, and his armor glowed with metallic light in the flames, like the God of War. Every step he took seemed to carry the power of thunder, and thunder could be heard faintly in the sky.

"Surtur, I don't want to kill you." Thor's voice was low and firm, with a complex emotion, "I have changed fate, Ragnarok will never happen again."

Surtur's laughter echoed like thunder. He swung his giant flaming sword and roared in response: "Change fate? Do you really think you can escape the prophecy? Asgard's fate has already been determined. No matter how you struggle, you can't change it."

The flaming sword slashed down at Thor with endless destructive power, tearing the air apart and engulfing everything with flames. However, Thor was not afraid, and swung the Stormbreaker in his hand. The two powerful forces collided in the air, making a deafening roar. Lightning and flames intersected in the air, sparks flew, and the whole world seemed to tremble.

"Nonsense!" Surtur laughed wildly, swung the flaming sword again, and roared: "Your struggle is meaningless! I will bring destruction, and you will witness the demise of Asgard with your own eyes!"

Thor's eyes flashed with the light of thunder, and lightning surged on his Storm Axe. Every time he attacked, he brought infinite power to resist Surtur's flaming sword again and again. Although the heat of the flames made the surrounding air distorted, Thor's attack was still as fast as thunder.

"Asgard is no longer the victim of the prophecy!" Thor roared, and the power of thunder burst out instantly. The lightning on the Stormbreaker poured down like a storm, directly hitting Surtur's body. Surtur's body shook slightly under the impact of the lightning, and the attack of the flaming sword temporarily stopped.

Loki took this opportunity and pushed the power of the Frost Box to the extreme with both hands again. A large piece of ice swept in like a tsunami, quickly freezing the flames under Surtur's feet and forcing him to retreat.

"Damn the power of frost... Damn the frost clan..." Surtur roared, and the flames under his feet made a harsh hissing sound under the cover of ice, and the lava around him began to solidify. But Surtur's power was still strong, and he swung the flaming sword violently, forcibly breaking the shackles of ice.

"Do you really think you can reverse fate? I will destroy Asgard!" Surtur raised the flaming sword again, and the flames of the entire Muspelheim seemed to have gathered in his sword. The huge flaming sword became even more intense, and the heat wave came in his face. The temperature of the entire world instantly rose several times.

"Loki, get ready!" Thor said in a deep voice, the lightning in the battle axe in his hand surged again, and his eyes revealed endless determination.

Loki nodded slightly. The ice in the Frost Box had accumulated to the extreme, ready to join forces with Thor to launch a fatal attack again.

Surtur raised his flaming sword high, preparing to launch the final destructive attack. At this moment, Thor and Loki attacked at the same time - the power of lightning and frost burst out instantly and rushed straight towards Surtur. The frost froze the flames in the air, and the lightning hit Surtur's body fiercely.

"Asgard will not be destroyed!" Thor roared. The power of thunder and lightning was like a raging sea, finally tearing apart Surtur's defense.

Surtur's figure was shaky under the interweaving of lightning and frost, and the flames gradually dimmed. Although his body was still burning, his power had obviously weakened. His eyes revealed incredible anger and unwillingness.

"This is impossible..." Surtur muttered to himself, the fire in his eyes gradually extinguished.

"Ragnarok will never come again!" Thor's voice resounded through the world of fire like thunder.

With Surtur's fall, the flames of Muspelheim gradually subsided and the world returned to a brief peace.

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In the meeting room of Asgard, the atmosphere was solemn and dignified. The sun shone through the tall windows, reflecting on the beautifully carved stone walls, and the whole room exuded a sacred glow. Thor and Loki stood side by side in the center of the room, their eyes locked on Odin on the throne. They had just returned from Muspelheim, and the trophy in their hands - Surtur's crown - symbolized their victory in this difficult battle.

Thor held tightly in his hand Surtur's crown, the source of the fire giant's power, and a fiery glow emanated from the crown. Thor's eyes were determined as he reported to Odin, "Father, Surtur's threat has been temporarily lifted. Loki and I teamed up to defeat him. To prevent his power from reviving, I sealed his flaming sword deep in the lava of Muspelheim, and Loki used the Frost Box to completely freeze it."

Thor's voice was deep and firm, and he was obviously impressed by the battle. Although he returned victorious, he knew that Surtur's power was still not to be underestimated.

Loki stood beside Thor, nodded slightly, and added: "The flaming sword is temporarily frozen, but we know that such power cannot be imprisoned forever. Sooner or later, the flames of Muspelheim will revive again. We must always be vigilant to prevent Surtur's power from rising again."

Odin sat on the throne, his eyes were like torches, as if he saw through everything. Despite his age, he still exuded unparalleled majesty and wisdom. He calmly listened to Thor and Loki's reports, and a smile of approval appeared on his face.

"You have done well, Thor, Loki," Odin's voice was steady and powerful, his eyes revealing a deep thought, "It is necessary to seal Surtur's power, but this does not mean that the problem has been completely solved. Surtur is not just a destroyer, he is part of destiny."

Odin raised his hand slightly when he said this, and Thor immediately stepped forward and handed the crown to him. The crown still exuded a burning power in Thor's hand, but once it was in Odin's hand, it seemed to calm down instantly, as if it felt the suppression of a higher power.

Odin gently stroked Surtur's crown, his eyes gleaming with wisdom. He whispered, "Surtur's power cannot be easily destroyed, but we may be able to understand him or even talk to him in other ways." His voice was full of foresight, as if he had seen a corner of the future.

"Father, are you planning to communicate with Surtur?" Thor was a little surprised and frowned. He knew that Surtur was a very destructive being who lived only to fulfill the prophecy of Ragnarok.

Odin nodded slowly, with a thoughtful look on his face: "Yes, Thor. Not all enemies can be solved by force. Some forces must be controlled through understanding and dialogue. Perhaps, Surtur is the same."

Loki listened from the side, with a hint of curiosity and doubt in his eyes, but he did not refute. He knew that Odin never made decisions easily, and there must be deeper considerations behind his words.

Thor pondered for a moment, and finally chose to trust his father's judgment and nodded: "I understand, father. But if Surtur still refuses to surrender, we must be prepared to fight again."

Odin smiled and nodded, and responded calmly but firmly: "Don't worry, Thor. I am ready to face whatever fate has in store for me. You have fulfilled your responsibilities, and the rest is up to me."

The atmosphere in the conference room gradually returned to calm. Odin sat on the throne, gently holding Surtur's crown in his hand, as if his future destiny was intertwined with his own.