Miss Surtr will ignite the world

So that's how it is; that garment is some kind of defensive treasure.

He understood the cause and effect in an instant, but the enemy's attack was already imminent.

The dim, yellow blade slashed toward his throat, Tristan leaned back, and at the same time, his fingers plucked a note.

A loud bang rang out in front of them, the sound transforming into a shockwave that exploded between the two.

The sword was forced to rise, and Tristan's body was blown away like a kite outside the city wall.

But Surtr seemed to have anticipated this.

A true hero kills with his eyes.

A crimson beam shot from his eyes, striking Tristan's body directly in mid-air, before he could adjust his posture.

hum! ! !

It happened faster than ever before, and the sound of plucked strings rang out.

A violent explosion rang out from the city gate tower.

On the ground, Bedivere ran, listening to the explosions behind him, and thought to himself.

"Miss Surtr, please be alright."

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Ten - Don't Run Away!

Bedivere stopped in his tracks.

Before him stood a line of black-clad knights, surrounded by a dark-haired man who looked like he had died from overwork, all gazing at Bedivere.

“Agravin”.

Bedivere looked at the man in front of her with a serious expression.

"Bedewell, I never expected that even you, the least likely person to betray, would choose to betray the King."

Agraven showed a regretful expression. Neither of them were skilled knights in battle, and they had relatively more contact in private due to their work. Even Agraven, who was known as the Iron Knight, could not help but have complicated feelings as they faced each other with swords drawn.

"I simply followed my heart."

Bedivere pointed his sword at his opponent.

“These Calibur Knights were modeled after that traitor, but they were also given a berserk state. You can’t defeat them with your strength alone.”

"If we surrender now, perhaps we can ask Wang to show leniency."

Agguiwen advised.

“Thank you, Agravan. But my decision will not change. Although I am not as good at fighting as others, I am also a Knight of the Round Table.”

Bedivere remained unmoved, looking into Agravure's eyes.

"Yeah."

Without further ado, since the other party didn't appreciate it, there was nothing more they could do.

On the city walls, the blazing firelight overshadowed the sun in the sky.

Fire against fire, sword against sword, clashing in mid-air.

Surtr took a half step back, frowning in displeasure as he looked at the gorilla that had suddenly appeared before him.

This was the first time she had lost to someone in a contest of strength.

hum.

Her ears twitched slightly, and the sound of wind cutting through the air came from her side; arrows sharper than ever before were shooting towards her.

This was an attack powerful enough to break through her defenses.

A flame was separated to fight it.

Tristan, probably due to some kind of blessing, suddenly went from a fragile marksman to a tank, and even with half his body charred, he was completely unaffected.

Now Gawain has arrived, and it seems that knowing she has clairvoyance, the opponent's tactics have become quite cautious, focusing on defense and letting Tristan deal damage.

It has to be said that the combination of a tank and a marksman is quite disgusting.

Gao Wen is really hard.

Surtr's flames, which could make Cú Chulainn scream in terror, had absolutely no effect on Gawain except for slightly torn clothes. No wonder he could withstand the Judgment head-on and not die.

There wasn't a three-fold increase back then.

Leaving aside the attack, Miss Surtr herself admits that she is no match for defense.

She suddenly remembered the pain she felt when facing Gawain while playing games back then: Even in reality, are you planning to torment me as well?

Surtr grinned angrily.

But she had no intention of engaging in a prolonged stalemate. When Gawain's sword touched her again, she took the initiative to retreat, leap off the city wall, and abruptly ended the seemingly endless brawl.

Tristan stood on the city wall and plucked the strings of his harp.

Crimson magic surged between his fingers, and an invisible blade roared as it pounced on its prey in the air.

But it was consumed by the intense heat of the fire before that.

"Don't even think about running!"

Gawain reached the wall, roared, and jumped off. But having learned from her previous experience, this time she landed carefully before rushing towards Surtr.

Meanwhile, on the ground, Agravure, standing behind the Knight of Purification, looked up and saw a meteorite falling towards him.

"Tsk, even Gawain and Tristan couldn't stop her?"

With a look of disgust on his face, Agguiwen retreated backward, raising his arm with his palm facing the direction of the newcomer.

One after another, dark chains emanating an ominous aura shot out from behind, attacking the approaching figure high in the sky.

The chains came into Surtr's view. He sheathed his sword behind his back, his body tumbling lightly in the air like a bird, narrowly avoiding the chains, and then crashing down like a meteor into the ranks of the Righteous Knights.

Bedivere, who had just killed a purgatory knight, blocked the impact with his hand. Before he realized what was happening, he felt someone pat his shoulder and heard Surtr's voice in his ear.

"Come on."

Beside the city gate, the sounds of swords clashing against shields and Mash's painful sobs rang out simultaneously.

The figure holding the shield retreated several steps, panting heavily, his body trembling, clearly having reached his limit.

"Ha, you're really weak now."

Mordred let out a wild laugh, holding her sword with both hands, preparing to unleash her Noble Phantasm once more.

But her keen intuition told her something, and when she turned around and saw who it was, a mocking expression appeared on her face.

"Ha, what are Gawain and his gang doing? Can't they even stop a cowardly knight?"

At the same time, Roman's reminder came through Ritsuka's bracelet.

"There are multiple magical reactions approaching you from the left, including three round tables, and the other two are exactly the same as those previously detected above the city."

Ritsuka turned her head and saw a black-hooded figure and a silver-armored knight running quickly towards their location, close to the city wall.

If that were all, it would be fine, but behind the two, the blond Sun Knight and the black-clad Purification Knight were chasing them like mad dogs!

On the city wall, a red-haired archer was constantly plucking his bow.

"If you're not a sister, why did you bring the enemy here?!"

Ritsuka jumped up and down in a panic.

This place was already on the verge of collapse, and now it's even more dire.

From her perspective, Surtr must have come here seeking help because he couldn't handle those knights, but that was only because he himself couldn't hold out any longer.

"Mash! Let's run!"

Taking advantage of Mordred's distraction by Surtr, Ritsuka, without saying a word, hoisted Mash onto her shoulder and, with the momentum of someone being chased by Hercules, began to sprint.

"Wait! Sister, why are you running too?!"

Surtr opened his eyes wide in confusion, dumbfounded as Fujimaru Ritsuka rushed out carrying Mash with a speed that even Hercules couldn't match.

Meanwhile, seeing his prey escape, Mordred did not give chase, but instead pointed his sword at the two men running towards him.

In just a moment, the distance between the two sides was less than fifty meters, a distance that the servant could cross in just two steps.

Mordred grinned menacingly, crimson lightning crackling around his body. He stomped the ground, transforming into bolts of lightning that hurtled towards the two.

The target of the sword was Surtr.

Why are they all coming to me?

Surtr remained silent, turning his gaze away from Ritsuka.

Whether it's Gawain, Tristan, or Mordred, why are they all targeting her? Does that mean Bedivere should be the one to be attacked?

Miss Surtr felt that the group at the Round Table seemed to harbor some kind of malice towards her.

Of course, the truth is simply that Surtr was a far greater threat than Bedivere.

Mordred's ahoge (cowlick) stood up the moment she saw Surtr; who else would she hit but her?

Lightning flashed before his eyes, but Surtr did not stop. His flaming sword climbed onto the flames, increasing its speed once more, and collided with the lightning.

On the sand dunes.

"Fujimaru, I think the situation might not be as bad as you think. That magical reaction is even stronger than Gao Wenqing's during the day; perhaps it's coming to meet you?"

Roman guessed that he was right next to Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was desperately running away.

And the words had barely left his mouth.

Suddenly, a familiar silver-white figure flew past Ritsuka like the wind.

The figure stirred up a gust of wind carrying both heat and a tingling sensation before slamming heavily into the ground.

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Eleven - The Cutting of Justice

Let's leave aside the fact that Mordred was instantly killed.

In the desert ahead, the figures of solemn knights appeared one after another.

"Tsk, when did we get flanked?"

Ritsuka immediately retreated, and Mash jumped off her and raised her shield again.

At the same time, a warm, gentle voice reached my ears.

"Greetings, you two from Chaldea. I am Bedivere, and I have heard about you from Merlin."

Turning her head, she saw that the white-haired knight had already come to her side, maintaining a polite distance.

"Hello, I'm Fujimaru Ritsuka... No, is this the time to talk about this?"

Ritsuka echoed the other person's words, but quickly realized that she was still on the battlefield.

The next moment, the doctor's anxious voice came through the bracelet.

"Magic power is rising behind me, Gao Wenqing is about to unleash his Noble Phantasm! Get out of the way, Fujimaru!"

Behind them, it was only a dozen meters away.

Gao Wen stands tall on the earth.

"Don't even think about running away."

His gaze was fixed on the group of people in the distance. He pulled his arm back, and the Cavendish in his hand shone with a light as bright as the sun.

"The Sword of Victory Revolves!"

With unwavering decisiveness, he unleashed his Noble Phantasm. The blazing flames, as intense as the sun, transformed into sword light, carrying a power capable of cleaving mountains, and extended outwards like a rainbow.

"How am I supposed to dodge this?!"

Ritsuka loudly complained that there wasn't even a single rock around here.

"I will protect my senior."

Mashu pulled Ritsuka behind her.

Bedivere's gaze fell on the opponent's shield, which he also held in front of him, his silver arm raised.

But since Surtr is here, injured people and children shouldn't push themselves too hard.

"It's better to close your eyes."