Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Holding the flaming sword to his side, Surtr generously poured in magic power, concentrating the light and heat.

The same applies to those in front of them.

"The Sword of Victory Revolves!"

A soaring chant rose in the air, only to be drowned out by a deafening explosion.

The scattering impact dispersed the disturbing sandstorm, and the surrounding rocks melted rapidly like sugar cubes in a hot pan, while the gravel quickly transformed into transparent crystals.

The entangled flames swiftly transformed the land into a form befitting themselves.

"Tsk."

From the still lingering flames, a sound of someone clicking their tongue could be heard.

Surtr's figure descended from the sky, followed closely by a golden-haired knight as bright as the sun.

Cavendish swung down from above, without any skill, just pure numbers.

Exhaling a breath of foul air reeking of sulfur, Surtr had no intention of engaging in a sword fight and instead poured magic into his sword once more.

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Twenty-Seven - This is Levantine

"The Sword of Victory Revolves!"

Another sun rises over the earth.

Surtr and Gawain rapidly altered the desert's terrain, causing the surrounding temperature to rise continuously, the earth to melt, and the pungent smell of sulfur to permeate the air.

The sound of metal clashing echoed in the distorted air.

The red and white figures tread on the lava beneath their feet, swinging their swords at an almost imperceptible speed.

Immediately afterwards, another surge of magical power was released.

Surtr's slender body was thrown back by the point-blank impact, her shoes leaving a long mark on the crimson ground, her purplish-red eyes fixed on the unharmed figure in the firelight.

"Damn it, how can there be so much magic power?"

She couldn't help but speak up.

But considering that the other party's Master is most likely the Lion King, it's not surprising at all.

The reason why many Servants from the Age of Gods are weaker after being summoned than they were in life is largely related to the amount of magical energy generated, in addition to the limitations of the framework called Spirit Origin.

Servants have no physical bodies and their self-generated magical power is extremely limited. They must be supplied with the necessary magical power by a battery called the Master.

This forces them to be very careful in the use of their strength.

Like Little Sun, who can drain a top-notch magician in ten seconds with his full power.

Gawain was also a follower.

He, who should have been limited by his Master's magical power, is now able to use his Noble Phantasm at the same frequency as Surtr.

Keep in mind that Surtr is a living person, and a fire giant at that, so his magic recovery efficiency is only slightly worse than that of dragons.

Even with this, there's still no way to overpower the opponent with magic.

It can only be attributed to the strength of the opposing Master.

After all, he is a living god. How could someone who can unleash a super attack like Holy Judgment as if it were a normal attack lack magic power?

"This is all thanks to the great power of my king. As long as I am here, you will never have the chance to get close to my king."

Gawain stood solemnly at the temple's only entrance, sword in hand.

After a brief but intense exchange, Gao Wen realized that he could not defeat his opponent in a short time.

Rather than thinking about how to defeat her, holding her back until our king returns might be a more prudent decision.

"You used to guard the gate in the Holy City, and now you're still guarding the gate here. I think you and that gatekeeper must have a lot in common."

Surtr looked at Gawain, who stood like a gatekeeper. She had tried to directly break in, but all her attempts had been thwarted.

Three times Gawain's strength wasn't just improved; all his abilities were enhanced, and his attribute values ​​could be said to completely surpass hers.

Moreover, even if you get inside, it's pointless if the other party follows.

He slightly raised his head, gazing at the crumbling temple in front of him.

In just a short while, the temple before him became increasingly dilapidated, and attacks could even be seen emanating from within. Surtr wouldn't be surprised if it were to explode at any moment.

She couldn't see what was going on inside, but she felt that Rabindranath II was probably close to his limit.

Honestly, I don't know how I could be of any help in that kind of battle if I went in myself, but at least I could distract the Lion King a little.

But the prerequisite is to deal with the guy in front of you first.

Surtr shifted his gaze slightly and glanced at the battlefield on the other side.

Lancelot and Chaldea, along with Nitocris and Sphinx, were locked in a fierce battle, their fighting relatively minor compared to what was happening here.

Surtr thought Lancelot had probably gone easy on him.

But this is fine too, as long as they can hold each other off. If she were to face the two strongest opponents at the round table all at once, she would also have some difficulty.

There is only one problem.

This is the tough nut to crack.

Conventional firepower is no match for her opponent; the power of her magic amplification is not much different from that of her opponent's Noble Phantasm, and she is probably even weaker.

Moreover, she suspected that even if she were hit head-on, given the opponent's tankiness—enough to withstand a silver arm—it wouldn't necessarily be a big deal.

Does she have any other means of output?

There are still some.

Thinking this, Surtr sheathed his Flame Sword and took out a noble-looking knight's sword from his backpack, holding it in his hand.

She has never used this sword since she bought it.

The reason is naturally that this sword is not very compatible with her own attributes, but in terms of power, it is still much stronger than the Flame Sword.

Gawain's eyes widened.

A startled gaze came from ahead, landing on the sword in Surtr's hand.

That knight's sword that he knew so well.

"Why do you wield the King's sword!"

Surprise mingled with questions.

Surtr was no nobody; one could roughly guess his information just by hearing his name.

Therefore, it should be absolutely impossible for the other party to possess that sword!

“You’ve mistaken it for something else. Although it looks very similar, this sword is actually Levantine’s.”

Telling a lie that's easy to expose, Surtr didn't care about Gawain's reaction. He gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, placed the longsword at his side, and poured scalding magic into the blade.

Golden light gathered on the sword, and Surtr stepped forward, chanting as he swung his longsword.

"Excalibur!"

A destructive light burst forth from the sword, transforming into a torrent that rushed straight toward the knight.

"The Sword of Victory Revolves!"

After a brief moment of shock, Gawain did not forget that he was on the battlefield. He pulled his arm back, and the crimson sword light swept across the battlefield, colliding head-on with the golden torrent.

The torrent of light clashed with the sword light, and the surging magic spread outwards.

Far from the battlefield, Lancelot and Mash paused their fighting, glancing out of the corner of their eyes at the incredibly familiar yet unfamiliar light in the distance.

Even though they are the same Noble Phantasm, the feeling they evoke can be subtly different when used by different people.

King Arthur's light embodied the aspirations of heroes and was the heart's desire of warriors. But in Surtr's hands, all that could be felt in this light was pure destruction.

This was not an evenly matched contest.

A brief stalemate.

Undoubtedly, the torrent of light broke through the sweeping sword light, engulfing Gawain's figure, extending all the way, and finally striking the bricks and stones of the temple, making the already crumbling temple even more dangerous.

I roughly sensed the depletion of magic power within my body.

Surtr made up his mind, then poured in magic power, intending to press his advantage.

But at that moment...

Like an earthquake, the ground beneath my feet shook violently.

A breathtaking magical force rippled outwards, causing Surtr to instinctively stop moving. Then, in front of her, a golden beam of light, dozens of times thicker than the one she had just emitted, burst forth from the top of the pyramid, breaking through the sandstorm and piercing through the clouds, temporarily revealing the azure sky.

The magnificent building in front of us has almost completely disappeared.

Even more astonishingly, a golden, pillar-shaped object, cracked like a tree trunk, suddenly appeared in the air.

Its size even exceeds that of the pyramids, as if it had just been transferred from another space.

"..."

Surtr watched all this in silence. Well, now it really is a Demon God Pillar.

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Twenty-Eight - Don't Stand on the Left When Facing the Wave

Surtr is not feeling very good right now.

As one of the biggest assets of this singularity, Ramses II is likely to encounter an accident.

In sight.

A golden pillar, even larger than the temple itself, pierced the heavens and the earth; its immense size was awe-inspiring.

The great god Amon La.

The trump card that Ra-2 prepared to deal with the Lion King, one of the highest-ranking deities in ancient Egypt.

This immense divinity could not be summoned in the first place, but by giving it a name and forcibly attaching it to the demon god pillar Amon hidden in the Holy Grail, one end of the divine power was able to descend upon the world.

Even though it was only temporary, it was still a power far exceeding that of a Servant.

At least Surtr wasn't confident he could defeat his opponent.

But this very monster was now covered in wounds. Its smooth, metallic surface was covered with charred lines, as ugly as dried tree bark, and its aura was visibly weak.

And the culprit is

The blonde woman wearing a crown stood defying gravity high in the sky, holding a silver spear in her wrist. Her silver armor was slightly damaged, but it didn't seem to be a big problem. Her holy blue eyes stared calmly at her prey, who was already on the verge of its limit.

It's obvious who has the advantage.

On the enemy's home turf, and with the opponent using their trump card, they not only gained the upper hand but also blew the field away.

Is this Lion King a bit too over-the-top?

Surtr truly felt that he was blessed by God to have escaped the Holy City safely a few days ago.

No, I should say thank you to the Lion King for sparing my life.

But now is not the time to lament the enemy's strength; the most important thing is to keep Ramses II from the Lion King's clutches.

Even if all else fails, we can leave the final blow to her.

As for defeating the Lion King, she has actually given up hope of it.

Just as she was thinking about random things, Surtr felt two gazes fall on her.

The viewpoint comes from above, firstly from the Lion King.

The other person only glanced at it and then ignored it.

The other path, the second path, features an eye-like pattern embedded in the diamond-shaped protrusion on the pillar, gazing at her and the holy sword in her hand.

She could see the changes in the other person's mind several times, but in the end, it seemed like they had made some kind of decision.

Without knowing the details, mind reading isn't very useful against beings of this level.

Before Surtr could think further, a vortex of magic began to form in the sky.

The Lion King made his move again.

Raising the holy lance aloft, golden light swirls around its spiraling shaft.

The raging wind stopped for a moment, was dispersed, and was immediately replaced by a vortex of light.