Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"Mordred, you deal with the outsiders. Tristan, Gawain, come with me to kill the rebels!"

He did not forget his main objective this time.

"Tsk, really, they just left me all alone."

Seeing the group leave, Mordred clicked his tongue in annoyance, but he didn't intend to disobey their orders. His gaze, hidden beneath his horned helmet, fell on the two sneaky guys inside the city.

"Don't even think about running!"

With a grin, Mordred leaped off the city wall, crimson lightning crackling around her body as she shot towards the two girls like a cannonball.

Roman shouted a warning as the princess carried Ritsuka as they fled for their lives.

"A single Servant is rapidly approaching! Judging from the Spirit Origin reaction, it's Mordred, a Knight of the Round Table, but her strength is nowhere near the level of the one we encountered in London!"

Ritsuka wrapped her arms around Mash's neck and peeked her head over the other's shoulder.

"So fast!"

In their line of sight, a figure crackling with crimson lightning was rapidly approaching, and the distance between them was visibly decreasing.

There was nothing but flat ground all around, leaving no chance to hide.

"Mash, put me down quickly."

Ritsuka shouted that there was no way to leave now.

"Understood, Mash Kyrielight, commence the operation."

Her combat boots left long tracks on the ground, and a huge cross shield appeared in her hand. She held the shield behind her with one hand and put Ritsuka down with the other.

In less than a second.

Mordred had already closed in.

clang!

A dull thud came from where the sword and shield clashed, and the horned knight displayed a strength completely disproportionate to his slender arms.

As if struck head-on by a giant dragon, Mashu's arm buckled, and a look of pain crossed her face.

"Mordred, don't you recognize us?"

Ritsuka shouted from behind Mashu.

"Ha, why should I know you!"

In addition to his offensive efforts, Mordred also had a lingering response.

Once, twice, three times.

The clanging of metal against metal, accompanied by bursts of sparks, echoed in the night as Mordred's royal sword struck the shield like a storm.

The immense force caused Mash's arm holding the shield to go numb slightly.

Even though Ritsuka had used Command Spells, she was still forced to retreat when facing Mordred at full power.

For some reason, Mashu was unwilling to be enemies with these Round Tables deep down.

"But speaking of which, the magic you possess does seem somewhat familiar."

On the other side of the shield, Mordred looked at Mash with a confused expression.

The servant in front of her felt very familiar.

The familiar magic, the familiar hairstyle, but the gender that doesn't match my memory.

At this moment, extraordinary wisdom came into play. As if he had discovered some truth, Mordred grinned and said loudly.

"Ha, you shield-wielding guy, so you're actually a woman!"

There are quite a few people like this around us, and it's inevitable that some people will develop certain habitual ways of thinking.

For some reason, she felt that the orange-haired woman's gaze suddenly turned pity towards her.

It must be your imagination.

The pressure on his hands increased.

“But I didn’t expect you to be the stranger Agraven mentioned. No wonder you weren’t summoned by the King.”

"But unfortunately, you're too late. That woman over there must be the Master. Don't worry, I'll take care of you all cleanly!"

As they spoke, Mordred repelled Mash, and crimson sword energy climbed onto the King's Sword.

At the same time, Roman's startled reminder also reached his ears.

"Multiple magical reactions are rapidly approaching you."

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Nine - Please, nothing bad should happen!

On the outer walls of the holy city.

A deep gap appeared in the smooth, thick wall, as if someone had scooped a piece of pudding called the city wall with a spoon.

Broken bricks and stones flew in all directions, and in the center of the breach, Surtr dusted himself off and stood up nonchalantly.

"Bedwell, are you alright?"

She looked at the white-haired knight beside her, who was covering his head with his hands.

"Ah, barely passable."

Using the ground for support, Bedivere swayed as he stood up. He was uninjured, but his mind was not clear. It felt as if someone was stirring his brain with a stick, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

"The king did not attack again."

Covering his head, Bedivere looked towards the palace, where no more spears of light were being fired.

"Perhaps there's something that prevents it from leaving the Holy Lance."

She could see that the other person had already left the corridor, perhaps to prepare the Holy Lance.

Or perhaps it's just time to go to sleep.

Or is it that there's no need to take action personally to deal with them?

Surtr didn't know, but he was a great help nonetheless.

As she spoke, she raised her sword to her neck.

An invisible arrow of vacuum struck the dimly lit sword with a resounding boom, and the scattering wind ruffled her hair.

Surtr's gaze passed through the Flame Sword and landed on the blind man standing in the distance, plucking a longbow that resembled a harp.

The Lion King is gone, and the Round Table has arrived.

Followed by.

As I heard footsteps approaching, the sun rose in the sky.

On the other side of the city wall, a knight with short, golden hair like the sun gripped his sword and walked towards the two of them, stepping on the white bricks.

"It's Minister Tristan and Minister Gao Wenqing."

Behind them, Bedivere revealed the identities of the two men.

Surtr naturally recognized both of them.

But strangely, she clearly saw four just now.

I could vaguely see signs of a battle in the distance. The violent magic was most likely Mordred's, and the opponent was probably just those two sneaky guys from before.

If nothing unexpected happens, it will be Chaldea.

Where did Agguwen go?

However, that guy doesn't seem like the type to appear on the front lines.

It seems Chaldea won't hold out for much longer, so it looks like we can't just run away with Bedivere.

Moreover, with Tristan around, taking Bedivere flying is not a good option.

The opponent is a marksman who can be compared to a great hero.

Surtr is fine, but Bedivere's safety cannot be guaranteed.

"When the fighting starts, find a chance to run towards Mordred. Those two over there are from Chaldea, and they seem to be about to collapse. Once we reunite, I'll find a way to take you all with me."

Surtr said to Bedivere.

"By the way, don't worry about me later."

She reminded him.

"I see."

Nodding, Bedivere drew his sword from his waist with a complicated expression and looked at the knight in front of him.

"Bedewell, I don't know why you are here now, having failed to answer the King's summons, but now that you have seen the King, you must know why he did all this."

"Based on this, do you still intend to betray the king?"

Gawain stopped a short distance in front of the two, asking Bedivere as if to confirm, but his eyes were fixed on Surtr.

Although he wanted to focus his attention on his colleagues, the person in front of him was clearly the one who deserved more attention, and Tristan did not approach for the same reason.

The other party's skill can be more effective from a distance.

"Yes, the king has told me everything, and this is my choice."

As he spoke, Bedivere stepped back and came to the edge of the wall.

"It's truly heartbreaking that after so many days, I've had to kill another colleague."

In an instant, Gawain seemed to be possessed by Cui Beisai. He wielded his sword, shattered the ground, and his massive figure charged towards Surtr like a speeding train.

Even faster than him was a ripple in the air.

The vacuum blade tore through the air, shooting along Surtr's slightly turned cheek into the void behind him.

Taking a half-step back to dodge the blade that followed closely behind, Surtr fell as if he had collapsed, along with Bedivere, towards the foot of the city wall.

In view, Gao Wen peeked out from the city wall.

Then he leaped high into the air, wielding the Caledin and slashing downwards with the force of splitting a mountain.

But Surtr was the first to land. Gawain's figure was reflected in his crimson eyes. He seemed completely oblivious to the other's movements, twisting his body on his own, his long right leg whipping through the air with a loud crack.

boom!

Everything happened so perfectly; the blade swept past from the front, and her leg struck Gawain's side precisely.

The black shadow stretched across the city wall, flying for dozens of meters before finally stopping.

"Tsk, just like a stone."

Miss Surtr put her legs down and showed a look of disgust on her face.

The name "Three Times Gao Wen" is well-deserved; she knew it from that kick just now—his body was even harder than the formal dress she was wearing.

She even complained that her feet hurt when she kicked them.

As he was about to leave, Surtr suddenly stopped.

The next moment, a whooshing sound came from above, and the ground in front of them was torn apart by invisible arrows as if cutting paper.

This power.

Surtr narrowed his eyes, an idea forming in his mind.

Tristan appeared atop the city wall, his fingers plucking the strings of the demon bow Philnott like a harpist's.

Beautiful notes drifted from the sky, but hidden beneath them lay deadly danger.

Dozens of arrows were fired in a single second.

Blood-red magic surged between his fingers, and invisible blades wove a net that enveloped Surtr's head.

"Is the target me? That would save some trouble."

Surtr glanced at Bedivere, who was rushing towards the city gate, and muttered to himself, seemingly unaware of the arrows overhead. Flames burst beneath his feet, ignoring the attack, he tore through the arrow net and leaped up the city wall like a rocket, arriving in front of Tristan.

"?"

The blind man was so frightened that he regained his sight.

With his golden pupils wide open, he took a round of attacks head-on, and Surtr in front of him was not only unharmed, but his clothes were not even torn.