Miss Surtr will ignite the world

He said to himself.

No sooner had the words been spoken than the howling of the wind came from afar, and the figure of a giant object was rapidly approaching through the turbulent yellow sand.

Again.

Even Gawain was secretly astonished. Just how many of these monsters did the Sun King raise? He himself had already eliminated nearly twenty or thirty of them.

If we add Lancelot's group, and perhaps those within the temple, there would probably be close to a hundred.

To be honest, he had never seen more fantasy species in his entire life than he has now.

The Sun King, who could organize such things into an army, was admirable even to his enemies.

With that thought, he gripped Caventine tightly, channeling his magic into it, and a thick layer of magic rose above the blade.

As the colossal object drew near, Gawain began to chant in a language rich with magic.

"The sword of victory rotates..."

His words came to an abrupt halt, as a crisis far more intense than the present forced him to stop what he was doing.

He suddenly turned his head and looked in the strange direction.

In the distance, on the storm wall that encircles the entire territory, a crimson light, like a paper cutter, tears through the wind and yellow sand.

A familiar feeling washed over Gao Wen.

But there's no time to think about it now.

Because, after breaking through the yellow sand, the beam of fire was rushing straight toward Gao Wen's location, shortening the distance between the two in milliseconds.

Change your goal.

Instinctively, Gawain made this decision.

Cavendish swung to the side, and the pseudo-sun sealed within the sword began to circulate. The magic clinging to the blade transformed into a blazing sword light, as hot as the sun, which collided with the destructive flames in front of him, creating an impact that nearly caused him to drop the sword.

"Hey Surtr, you look like you hit someone!"

A dark figure burst forth from the void created by the light.

The three sphinxes carried their pharaoh back to her loyal territory.

"Don't worry, he's someone who won't be hurt even if you beat him to death. In fact, it would be even better if he were killed."

"So, is the battle already underway, or has it already ended?"

Fully armed, Mashu looked around with an uneasy expression. Judging from the tragic scene before her, she actually leaned more towards the latter.

"Damn the Holy Knights! How could they have made such a mess of the Pharaoh's kingdom! Quick, to the temple!"

Nito's anxious face was filled with anger, and his gaze fell on the most conspicuous, dilapidated temple, a look of panic creeping onto his cheeks.

Upon receiving the order, Da Mi flapped its wings and rushed towards the temple gate like the wind.

but.

"Don't even think about going in and interfering with my king!"

Gawain's declaration echoed from the ground. His massive body, which had survived the explosion unscathed at close range, transformed into a cannonball, hurtling towards the high-speed flying Big Mimi like a thunderclap.

Turning around with all my might.

But its enormous size became a burden at this moment.

Gao Wen moved close to Da Mi's body as if by teleportation, and swung his sword. The cold sword light flashed through the air.

Sparks burst forth in the air, accompanied by the piercing clang of metal on metal.

The blade of the Flame Sword was pressed against Cavendish, and Surtr's suspended body was thrown back by the violent impact, his crimson gaze meeting his blue pupils in mid-air.

"Tsk, it's you again, Gao Wen."

With a look of disgust on her face, she hated these hard stones the most.

Seemingly unwilling to be left behind, another voice rang out amidst the raging wind.

"And me too."

The sound came from below.

A knight in purple armor flashed past in sight, his dark greatsword drawing an arc in the air, slicing through the air along with his wings.

The giant beast fell from the clouds.

Another troublesome guy has arrived.

at the same time.

Far away on the other side of the desert, a troop is marching among the mountains.

The silver-white knight wearing a horned helmet walked in front, followed by the overworked man and the blind man leading their troops.

“Mordred, are you sure those rebels are hiding in a place like this? We’ve already crossed three hills.”

Agraven looked at the knight who was looking around in front of him and couldn't help but ask.

Although the king told them to just follow Mordred, he still felt that the guy was unreliable.

“I have a feeling that they must be ahead.”

Mordred spoke with absolute certainty.

"intuition......"

It feels increasingly unreliable.

But before he could dwell on this thought for long, a girl's excited shouts came from ahead.

"Ha, I told you, following my intuition is always the right thing to do."

Agraven stepped across a patch of grass and, following Mordred's gaze, saw a simple village come into view.

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Twenty-Six - Childbearing

The simple village is hidden on the mountainside ahead.

From the outside, there is no magical barrier, but it is cleverly concealed by the complex terrain. It would be extremely difficult for a stranger unfamiliar with mountainous terrain to find it.

Although Agravan didn't really believe in vague intuition, Mordred had at least brought them this time.

Their destination was on the opposite mountain peak, and Agguiven was about to continue, but the next moment after taking a step, the sound of plucked strings came from beside him.

hum.

A gust of wind whipped up his black hair, and an invisible blade of vacuum sliced ​​past his side, precisely cutting through something that was hurtling through the air.

Two wooden sticks fell from the air to the ground, the cut in the very center as smooth as a mirror.

"There are enemies."

The red-haired archer gave a simple warning, then raised his squinting eyes. Outside the village, a burly figure with short black hair stood against the sunlight on a protruding boulder.

A silver-haired knight stood beside him, sword in hand.

Hassan, who should have been a key member of the resistance, was nowhere to be found.

After all, it would be even stranger if those guys were discovered before they could take action.

"To be able to shoot down my arrow, it seems the opponent is also a formidable master."

Arash murmured, "Although that attack was mostly a probe, it was so easily shot down."

“That’s Tristan, a master of the bow. I have never seen a better archer than him.”

Bedivere said seriously.

Although the demon bow didn't look quite normal, the craftsmanship was indeed impeccable.

"If this were anywhere else, I would definitely be happy to exchange archery skills with him."

Arash said regretfully, drawing back his red longbow once more.

The fact that the other side was fully armed clearly meant they weren't there to negotiate peacefully, so there was no need for further dialogue.

I don't know how they found us right after we moved, but we can't let them up there no matter what.

The next moment, the vibrato of the bowstring and the sound of plucking the string rang out simultaneously.

Meanwhile, in the territory of the Sun King.

"Wow, I'm actually still alive. It's all thanks to Nitocris's magic that we survived."

Struggling to her feet, Ritsuka touched her head, relieved to have survived.

But the current crisis is not over yet, and a strong male voice came from the front.

The purple-haired knight stood on a ravaged piece of land, his dark sword pointing straight ahead, and addressed the group of people who had fallen from the sky.

"Judging by your attire, you must be the strangers the king spoke of. Now that I am here, your only fate is death..."

His gaze fell on the girl at the very front, and for some reason, Lancelot's voice gradually faded.

Familiar memories surfaced in my mind: that magic, that hairstyle, that shield, and that slightly disdainful expression on his face.

A white-haired figure vaguely overlapped with the girl in front of her.

He certainly wouldn't think of himself as having children like Mordred, who had a brain injury as a child, but the other man clearly had some connection to his awkwardly related son.

Lancelot was undoubtedly a knight of great loyalty, and in the current situation, he even unconsciously loosened his grip on his sword.

They changed their tune at the last minute.

"I will not allow you to disturb my king's battle."

The firm voice reached the ears of the three, and Mashu frowned.

"I don't know why, senior, but I always feel very unpleasant when I see that knight, and even my spirit origin status has improved a lot."

"Perhaps the Servant you possess has a grudge against him?"

Ritsuka guessed.

“That’s Lancelot, the first knight of the Round Table. Damn it, he’s here too.”

Nito's face showed an ugly expression. As an opponent she would have to face sooner or later, she was naturally no stranger to the situation in the Holy City.

Lancelot and Gawain, the two strongest knights of the Holy City, were present in person.

They might not be a problem for the Pharaoh, but for their side, they were clearly a formidable enemy.

"But we have no choice but to go. Nitocris will provide support, and Mash and the Sphinxes will hold him off."

Without further thought, Ritsuka quickly issued the order.

Even if we can't defeat him, we can at least prevent him from joining up with Gao Wen.

"Understood, senior."

Mashu responded with a tone three times stronger than usual, raising her shield to attack the knight in front of her.

On the other side, silvery meteorites fell from the sky.

Like skipping stones, it smashed through several huge holes in the ground, penetrating several houses, until it crashed into the huge stone at the bottom of the temple, raising a cloud of dust.

With a fierce charge but unable to fly, Gawain, lacking momentum, was easily thrown away by Surtr.

Immediately afterwards, the black shadow dragged its fiery tail as it swooped down from above and slammed into the same spot.

A small mushroom cloud rose from the bottom of the temple, followed by the sound of an explosion.

The sun-like knight stood in the center of the ruins, his dark blue cloak gone, his powerful muscles perfectly outlined by a black bodysuit. Cavendish held the sword horizontally in front of him, blocking the dim yellow blade from his body.

Are you the only two people at the round table who came this time?

Surtr tightened his arms, trying to overpower his opponent.

After a brief observation, she did not find any other round tables.

"No comment."

Gao Wen said this, his feet firmly planted on the ground as if rooted to the spot. The huge impact caused cracks to appear in the solid ground, and the veins on his thick arms bulged.

Surtr felt a force like that of a giant dragon coming from in front of her, and even she, who was most skilled in strength, felt a little strained.

While having clairvoyance might provide an advantage, defeating an opponent through close combat is clearly impossible.

So she decisively retreated, and Cavendish's blade drew a chilling arc in the air.