Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Surtr's throat bobbed as he glanced at the slender holy sword in his hand, then looked up.

A storm of light is replacing the sky as far as the eye can see.

The Holy Lance Rungomminiad, the storm anchor that tears the sky and holds the earth together.

Without the Great Temple to shield it, the brilliance of the Tower of the End was truly displayed before everyone's eyes.

However, Ramses II was visibly weakened, and it was no surprise that he would not survive this attack.

Gazing at the godlike Lion King in the sky, Surtr's holy sword was enveloped in golden light.

The Holy Sword is not as powerful as its opponent, but it can still provide some slight obstruction.

"Don't even think about it! The Sword of Victory Revolves!"

A disgusting sound came from ahead.

A crimson sword light shot out from the ruins, forcing Surtr to change his target and swing the holy sword forward.

The sword light clashed with Xiao Jie's holy sword in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, the gorilla-like knight transformed into a speeding train, wielding a Cavendish, and in the blink of an eye, covered a distance of nearly a hundred meters, attacking Surtr.

A tremendous force traveled through the sword, and the soles of the shoes plowed two long furrows into the ground.

"You're like a persistent ghost!"

Looking at Gawain in front of him, Surtr gritted his teeth and said.

Why does this guy always have to show up and cause trouble at times like these?

Judging from the aura emanating from him, the curry sticks hadn't caused him much harm.

That's true. The power of the opponent's Noble Phantasm is not low either. After the Holy Sword was neutralized, the power transmitted to the opponent was probably within their tolerance range.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

After being disturbed by the other party, in just a second or two, the brilliance of the Holy Lance overshadowed the sun's light and shone brightly in the sky.

"A light emanating from the end...! It is the anchor of the storm that tears the sky and connects it to the earth! -- Shining in the spear of the end!!"

The Lion King's song resonated clearly in the minds of everyone present.

Here, the light of the Tower of the End descends from the sky.

It's too late.

Surtr dodged Gawain, who was like a persistent leech, and squinted at the sky.

"Pharaoh!!!"

On another battlefield, Nitob roared, trying to charge forward, but the Knights, the most skilled defenders of the entire Round Table, clearly wouldn't let her have her way.

"Heh, I never expected to be forced to this point. Although your qualifications as a god are not comparable to mine, I have to admit that you are stronger now."

A slightly resentful voice came from within the pillar.

“I didn’t expect to see that starlight here. In that case, I’ll leave this to you. Nitocris has found a reliable partner.”

As he spoke, it was as if he were experiencing a final burst of energy before death.

As Ramses II's magic continued to rise, so too did the heat, like that of the sun, surge forth. The golden pillar emitted a blinding light, and the distant sun seemed to be pulled to the surface of the earth in an instant.

A disc of the sun appeared in front of the pillar.

So flashy.

Aside from the immense magical power that was impossible to assess, Surtr only had this one thought left in his mind.

The environment, which had been dim just seconds before, became brighter than if it had been illuminated by spotlights after these two appeared; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a battle between two light bulbs.

But its power is far beyond what a light bulb can match.

That was a power that even she and Gawain's Noble Phantasms combined couldn't match. Even though Surtr had extremely high resistance to heat, she couldn't help but get goosebumps all over her body at this moment.

But she knew this was the other party's swan song, the power brought by burning their spiritual foundation, which, simply put, was sacrificing their life.

They really didn't leave themselves any way out.

Given Ramses II's strength, leaving wouldn't have been impossible.

But even if they could leave, they probably wouldn't do it.

He shouldn't be the kind of person who would choose to live a life of ignominy even when his country is destroyed.

Like the divine light of violence itself, a spear of light shot straight into the sky from the very end.

Two completely different kinds of brilliance met in the sky.

Pure, two immense energies clashed and annihilated each other; the collision of forces caused the surrounding space to shatter under the strain.

The explosive torrent of magic leveled everything around it, and even those outside the attack range were inevitably swept up in it.

The dazzling light briefly occupied this area.

Surtr squinted and backed away, bracing himself for the incoming attack.

Suddenly, something was swept away by the impact and flew towards her.

He instinctively wanted to swing his sword, but stopped at the crucial moment, caught the other person with his hand, took something off his body, and quickly threw it into his backpack.

The torrents of energy canceled each other out, and after a stalemate, the sun on the left finally succumbed.

The magnificent golden pillar was swallowed up by the light at the end, along with Ra and the earth.

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Twenty-Nine - Another Day Alive!

The flat desert was transformed into a basin.

As the light faded and the devastating impact gradually subsided, the cyclone formed by the high temperature, high pressure, and shockwave continued to linger around the earth.

On the verge of impact, the shield-wielding girl struggled to her feet, shook her dizzy head, and asked in some unknown direction.

"Senior, are you alright?"

"Barely acceptable."

On the ground, the girl, whose body was mostly buried by sand, raised her hand and waved weakly in response.

She wasn't injured, but Mashu's armor was a bit too hard, and the feel of it wasn't very pleasant.

Struggling to her feet, Ritsuka saw the terrible scene before her reflected in her eyes.

No, it wasn't exactly a terrible situation.

Rather, the land in front of us is much cleaner than it was before, when it was all gray and gloomy.

To put it simply, there is nothing left.

It means literally nothing at all.

The greenery, houses, temples, and even the sand and gravel underfoot have disappeared, revealing the hideous soil beneath which flows red slurry.

The country was wiped out within minutes of her arrival.

"senior......"

The overwhelming sight made Mashu's voice tremble.

Ritsuka unconsciously swallowed.

My gaze shifted upwards, quietly landing on the proud, blond figure standing in the sky.

A sense of powerlessness rose in my heart.

Even the Sun King, who was most likely to contend with them, was killed so easily. How can they possibly defeat them now?

This game has absolutely no balance!

The overwhelming impact left Ritsuka's mind in disarray, and she began to wonder if the Lion King would reserve a place for her in the Holy Capital if she tried to curry favor with him now.

The female pharaoh beside her was also in a state of confusion.

The king she served and the country she protected vanished before her eyes; such a shocking fact left her speechless.

"Retreat, Mash."

Ritsuka was the first to come to her senses. The death of Ozymandias was regrettable, but it was nothing compared to her current situation.

The opponent is already dead, so they are the only targets on the field.

She had no desire to experience what it felt like to be directly struck by a divine judgment.

Fortunately, Lancelot, who had been blocking their way, had disappeared due to the impact, so as long as they didn't attract the Lion King's attention, they should be able to escape smoothly.

It should be possible.

Right.

Okay, that might be a little difficult.

As soon as she finished speaking, Ritsuka met a pair of holy blue eyes.

His divine gaze remained unwavering, yet it clearly reflected the shadows of the three people on the ground.

Ritsuka felt a chill run down her spine as a bad premonition surged into her mind, and it immediately came true the next moment.

Without warning, golden light burst forth from the Lion King's fingertips and arrived before them in the blink of an eye.

Mashu struggled to raise her shield, while Nitocris unleashed the Mirror of the Underworld.

Mushroom-shaped clouds rose from the sandy ground.

But after the smoke and dust cleared, all that remained was a "small" pit.

Without saying anything, the Lion King withdrew his gaze and went to the edge of the basin.

After a while.

Two knights, along with the few remaining righteous knights, came before her and knelt on one knee.

"Congratulations on your victorious return! I am very sorry that we were unable to capture those rebels."

"It's alright. The objective has been achieved. As for the others, they are just minor details. Get up, go back and rest for a few days, and then we will hold the final holy exaltation ceremony."

As the Lion King spoke, he turned and walked toward the Holy City.

This battle was not without its casualties. With the home advantage and the Holy Grail, Ramses II was indeed a formidable opponent, and the cost to her was not insignificant.

A perfect state of readiness is required to hold a holy exposition.

"Yes!"

Meanwhile, in the desert, beside an oasis.

A purple magic circle lit up on the ground, and four figures appeared within it.

"Ouch."

The girl with short, orange-red hair fell to the ground, letting out a cute, pitiful cry.

She scratched her head, and a similar yet completely different scene came into view. She blinked, touched her still intact head, and let out a long breath.

Great, I've lived another day!

She doesn't know when it started, but simply surviving was enough to make Ritsuka happy.

"Miss Surtr, I absolutely adore you!"

Overwhelmed with emotion, Ritsuka hugged her savior's leg.

"Thank you, Miss Surtr."

Mashu was much more reserved, her face showing fatigue, as she politely thanked the red-haired girl beside her.

The subtle sensation on her thigh gave her goosebumps. She shook her head, pressing her hand against Ritsuka's cheek as she touched him.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

She didn't go straight back to the village. Nobody knew if the Lion King would just throw one of his big ones at her. Maybe she should wait a bit.

"I'm fine, where's the senior?"

"I'm fine too, Nito, Nito, why are you glowing?"

Ritsuka raised her voice slightly, and in her vision, Nito's body was radiating spiritual light, its solid form slowly becoming transparent.

"Could he have suffered some serious injury in the battle?"