Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Ritsuka leaned forward and, with only a rough estimate, determined that the barrier was already five or six inches long. Well, Ritsuka wasn't very sensitive to distance, but it certainly wasn't short; it really was like a wall blocking the desert.

The scene is so obscured that it cannot be seen with the naked eye.

"This is only a small part of the Pharaoh's authority; there is no need to rely on the Holy Grail."

Nito said proudly.

"The power of the pharaoh is completely different from that of the kings of other countries. To their countries, the pharaoh is equivalent to a god. This is especially true for Ramses II. It is understandable that he could use godlike authority on his own land."

Roman explained that there was some noise in the air, which seemed to be due to a poor signal.

"But this sandstorm is indeed quite exaggerated. Its width alone exceeds ten kilometers. If it were the other side, it might really be able to deal with the Lion King."

"Of course, the Pharaoh is invincible."

"However, if there are sandstorms like this all around, wouldn't the people of Egypt also be unable to get out?"

Mashu asked a tricky question.

The phrase "closed-door policy" is quite apt here.

"Well, the Pharaoh certainly had his reasons."

Nito, who was initially excited, suddenly hesitated and gave a vague response.

"Is that so? I'm sorry, but that's true. After all, he was such a great person."

Mash sincerely apologized, which made Nitocris blush a little; in fact, she didn't know why the Pharaoh had done that. Well, perhaps she had a slight guess, but she tried her best not to think about it that way.

The Pharaoh was omnipotent.

That's right, that's it.

Nito clenched his fist, putting his unease aside.

As she drew closer to the Storm Wall, her dress billowed in the increasingly strong winds, and the sand and gravel on the ground were whipped against her cheeks by the gale.

Surtr's long, vibrant red hair was covered in dust from the sandstorm. She squinted, the raging sandstorm obscuring her vision like a veil, and even with her clairvoyant abilities, she couldn't make out what was inside.

"Whoosh, the wind is so strong."

Ritsuka mumbled incoherently, not daring to open her mouth, her hands tightly gripping the fur on Dami's back, as if afraid she would fall from the sky.

"Senior, please be careful."

"Strange, was the wind this strong before?"

Nito touched her cheek with her hand and tilted her head.

Filled with doubt, the group ventured into the storm. The azure sky was replaced by a hazy yellow sandstorm, and the blazing sun that had hung in the sky disappeared without a trace. The sphinxes landed on the sand, their large feet sinking into the soft ground.

“…Nito, see if you can get rid of this sandstorm.”

"Surtr asked."

The sandstorm before them had reached a point where even Surtr would find it difficult to enter. The fierce wind was like a knife, and there was no doubt that with their weight, they would be swept up by the gale simply by standing on the ground.

It was only thanks to the protection of the Sphinx that they were safe and sound.

"Oh, I understand."

Nito said this, raising his staff and chanting in words imbued with magic.

"Wind, temporarily relinquish your duties, and in the name of Nitocris, restore the clear sky here."

"..."

No response.

"How could this be? My permissions have no effect on the wind here?"

Nitot was astonished, as if in disbelief, and recited it again.

"Wind, temporarily relinquish your duties, and in the name of Nitocris, restore the clear sky here."

But there was still no response.

The raging sandstorm still filled every corner of the field of vision, the flying sand and gravel blocked the light, and the dim yellow clouds gathered overhead, creating a sense of oppression as if the sky were collapsing.

"Why? Have I been abandoned by the Pharaoh?"

Nito panicked, her eyes widened, her hands gripping the staff trembled slightly, and all sorts of guesses flooded her mind, filling her with unease.

"Don't overthink it. He's already sent a divine beast to rescue you. If he's going to abandon you, he'll do it when you get back."

Surtr comforted him.

"While what you said is true, it just sounds a bit strange."

"But then why is Miss Nito's power useless against this sandstorm?"

"Me too..."

Surtr was wondering when he heard an uneasy hissing sound coming from beneath him.

Then Da Mi's voice reached my ears.

"This is not the wind of the Pharaoh."

As the embodiment of storms and fire, the Sphinx is far more sensitive to these two things than humans.

"What do you say?"

Surtr was taken aback by what the other person said.

If it wasn't the wind from Ragnaros II, meaning this storm wasn't caused by Ragnaros II? But whose could it be?

The Lion King?

"..."

Suddenly, Surtr's thoughts froze, as if he had learned some truth, and a bad premonition surged into Surtr's heart.

The Lion King is planning something big, and he's gathering an army for it.

She got this guess in the morning.

Now, problems have arisen on La Er's land.

The answer is obvious.

Judging from the surrounding atmosphere, it seems the Lion King himself has arrived!

The opponent is the King of Storms, so it's reasonable that he has the power to control the wind!

"Hey, are you still allowed to go in?"

Surtr asked downwards, his tone somewhat urgent.

To be honest, Surtr didn't have a clear opinion on whether the Lion King or the Holy Grail Ram II was stronger.

But now that the other country is surrounded, it can only mean that the Lion King has absolute confidence.

However, Nitocris is still alive. Since the other party was summoned by Ramses II, the fact that the other party did not disappear immediately proves that Ramses II is still alive.

But the condition obviously cannot be guaranteed.

Both sides now have a common enemy, so they certainly can't let the other side retreat here, otherwise what's the point of fighting the Lion King later?

Are we counting on her? Is she still that old man who can barely understand what she's saying?

Surtr thought it wouldn't work.

"No."

Da Mi also thought it wouldn't work; the wind here was beyond her control.

"Tsk, so useless."

Surtr was speechless.

"Surtr, have you discovered something?"

Ritsuka's question came from behind.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the Lion King is probably inside."

Surtr made a startling statement, and amidst the three astonished gazes behind him, he continued to ask.

"I'm planning to go in and take a look, but it's likely to be very dangerous. Do you want to come with me?"

"It is my duty to protect the Pharaoh."

"Of course, we've come this far, there's no reason to go back. Although we're weak, we might be able to help in some way."

Almost without hesitation, the three people present gave their answers.

"I see."

Surtr nodded, raised his hand, and grasped the Flame Sword in his palm.

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Twenty-Five - Trust Your Intuition

Flying yellow sand, the roar of a giant creature, and a terrified crowd.

The sun's brilliance was obscured by the storm, and heavily armored knights trampled foreign lands with their cold iron hooves.

As if swept away by a natural disaster, houses collapsed, farmland disappeared, and flesh and blood mingled on the ground before being quickly buried by the rising yellow sand.

In this desolate scene, a golden-haired knight, as white as the sun, holds a sword in one hand, with ravaged land before him and a magnificent temple behind him.

Like an iron tower, the knight stands upright at what seems to be the intersection of black and white.

Centered on him, a sun-like disc cast its light from the sky like a spotlight, showcasing the knight's mountain-like presence.

Beside him, a tiny figure was reflected in blood-red eyes.

A huge shadow was cast down from the sky.

He was enveloped by a swarm of sphinxes.

Each of these gathered divine beasts possesses a mystery and fantasy comparable to Servants, and is an embodiment of storms and fire, a born destroyer.

Gawain merely turned his head indifferently, his eyes widening as the crimson claws, amplified by the gathering of magic, loomed larger.

Even when faced with an attack that could easily tear apart his ether-based body, his eyes remained largely unmoved.

At the entrance to the pyramid, a sun-like radiance rises from Gawain's center.

Within seconds, the scorched limbs fell to the ground, the heat rising and distorting the surrounding light, leaving only Gawain's spotless body in the spot.

Sky-blue pupils swept across the devastated battlefield before them.

The Sun King's army has been largely suppressed. With his and Lancelot's combined efforts, even the enemy's divine beast army is rapidly collapsing.

Although the Sphinx is said to be comparable to a Servant, it is merely a troublesome opponent for them when they are giving it their all.

I looked up and gazed at the pyramids behind me.

Huge stone bricks were stacked together in a regular pattern to form a magnificent building that is 100 meters high.

This building is not a single structure, but a super-large temple complex composed of multiple temples.

In Egypt, it was the tomb of the pharaoh; here, it is the natural barrier of the Sun King.

The manifestation of Ramses II's royal power before his death is his most powerful Noble Phantasm.

But at this moment, in his eyes, this central temple was like a piece of porcelain about to shatter.

The building itself seemed to be groaning, its tremors from the inside out causing layers of stone to crumble away. A thick, terrifying aura of magic extended outward from the center of the temple, and one could vaguely see the lightning and golden light flashing within.

The entrance was right in front of him, but he had no intention of going in.

"Guard this place."

This was the order the king gave him before he entered the palace.

Despite his unease about the king personally intruding into the enemy's territory, Gao Wen had already given the order, so he would do his job well.

Standing at the entrance, he also understood that this was a battle he could not get involved in.

The sheer magical power emanating from it was enough to make him feel a heavy sense of oppression; rushing in would only hinder the king and accomplish nothing else.

No wonder the other side said that even if everyone at the round table attacked together, the only option would be total annihilation.

Gawain looked helpless. Despite being known as invincible under the sun, he was still too insignificant in the face of a battle of this level.

"I hope the king will return in triumph."