Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"No, it's probably because I was summoned by the Pharaoh. Now that the Pharaoh has disappeared, I can no longer maintain my physical form."

Nito looked down at his fading hands, his voice low and dejected.

“I am truly useless. I was supposed to serve the Pharaoh, but not only did I fail to accomplish anything, I also watched helplessly as the Pharaoh died before my eyes. Perhaps disappearing like this is a good choice.”

Nito muttered to himself, almost burying his head in her chest.

"Hey, don't just shut yourself off."

Surtr's face showed a troubled expression.

"Rama II is already dead, and our fighting strength is already insufficient. If you were to sacrifice yourself for no reason, it would be a huge loss."

"Please don't address the Pharaoh so casually; it's disrespectful."

Nito's expression turned serious for a moment, then fell back down.

"But even if I were one more person, it wouldn't change anything, would it? The enemy is one that even the Pharaoh couldn't defeat."

"At least it still has value as cannon fodder; even self-destructing one's spirit origin can cause some damage."

Surtr is saying heartless things.

"It wouldn't be so bad to just die like this."

Nito's will to die suddenly intensified considerably.

“Miss Surtr, please stop joking at a time like this. Miss Nito, we really need your strength.”

Mashu silently stopped the outspoken Surtr and said sincerely.

“That’s right. We were able to escape unharmed thanks to Nito’s support. Please stay and help us.”

Ritsuka knelt on the ground and nodded heavily.

Perhaps sensing the sincerity in his words, or perhaps not wanting to disappear so meaninglessly, Nito took a deep breath.

"I understand. Then let me be your ally for the time being."

She reached out her hand to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Nito certainly doesn't want to be launched as a suicide device at any moment.

Of course, that's a joke.

As a combatant, Surtr would have to bear an additional burden of magical energy if he signed a Servant, which is completely unnecessary.

The contract was successfully signed.

Nitot's body solidified again after acquiring the possession object.

The reunion of a lost companion is naturally a joyous occasion. At the same time, after leaving the Sun King's territory, Ritsuka received a communication from Chaldea on her bracelet.

"Fujimaru, how did it go? Did you see the Sun King?"

The slightly relaxed atmosphere immediately turned somber again.

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"Eh!!! The Lion King killed the Sun King! Isn't this terrible?!"

After a brief explanation of the current situation, Roman's unrestrained shouting came from the bracelet.

"Yes, doctor, so could you please speak a little quieter? Also, please don't stand so close to the camera; I can even see your nostrils."

Ritsuka squatted on the sand and covered her ears with her hands.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Roman sat back down and began cleaning up the spilled coffee on the table with a cloth, talking as he did so.

"I'm just too surprised. I never thought that even the Sun King, who possesses the Holy Grail, couldn't defeat him. The Lion King's strength is truly beyond imagination."

"Yes, the aftershocks alone almost sent us to our deaths. True gods are truly terrifying."

Ritsuka decisively expelled the goddesses of the Third Singularity from their divine status. She hadn't quite grasped the difference before, but now it seemed there was no comparison between the two.

"Even among the gods, the Lion King is at the upper level, so it's normal for him to have this kind of strength. In fact, it's thanks to the fact that the main battle took place in the Great Temple, otherwise the scope of the impact would be much larger."

Surtr has the right to speak on the fighting power of the gods; even among the Norse gods, only a few can defeat the Lion King.

"Miss Surtr, you'd better not say anything more, or I might become withdrawn."

The more Ritsuka described it, the more she felt that the Lion King was an invincible opponent, and that her two or three little cats were no match for her with one hand.

The opponent's performance just now was even more terrifying than Solomon's when we met in the Fourth Singularity. Although Solomon was also invincible, at least he didn't create a huge crater with an unknown radius of kilometers with a single blow.

For most people, including Ritsuka, breaking through craters is undoubtedly one of the best standards for measuring combat strength.

In terms of performance, The Lion King still has it all figured out perfectly.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, but the atmosphere among the group was icy silent. Although no one said it aloud, everyone present felt the same way.

Ritsuka looked up at the sky, feeling that her restoration of humanity might have to end here, and bid farewell in her heart.

Goodbye, Dad, Mom; goodbye, Doctor; goodbye, Leonardo da Vinci; goodbye, Chaldea; goodbye, world.

"pain!"

Suddenly, Ritsuka felt a sharp pain on the back of her head. She clutched her head and looked at Surtr with teary eyes.

"What are you doing, Miss Surtr?"

"No, I couldn't help myself when I saw that you looked like you wanted to say goodbye to the world."

Withdrawing his hand, Surtr showed no intention of apologizing, and looked at the somber-faced crowd before him, saying...

"It's not time to despair yet."

His words attracted everyone's attention.

"Does Miss Surtr possess some kind of tool that can turn the tide?"

Ritsuka asked expectantly.

The words clearly imply that Surtr is a player who relies on item-based gameplay.

"I don't know if we can turn the tide, but at least we won't be completely defenseless."

As he spoke, Surtr took a golden cup out of his backpack.

"Isn't this your Holy Grail? What's so special about it?"

Ritsuka crossed her arms, wondering why the other person had suddenly taken this thing out.

“No, Fujimaru, this Holy Grail isn’t the one Miss Surtr showed us before; it’s the same one we collected in the Singularity.”

Roman explained, while a voice of doubt was heard.

"But wasn't it said that this thing was in the hands of the Sun King?"

"I thought the Holy Grail and Ramses II were shattered by the Lion King."

Ritsuka was equally puzzled, as it seemed she had been influenced by Surtr and the latter had started calling her by nicknames.

"They probably knew they couldn't escape this, so they decided to help us at the last minute."

Surtr speculated.

"I see. So you're planning to use the Holy Grail against the Lion King? Is that alright?"

Ritsuka's expression was somewhat strange. They had always been conquering singularities in order to retrieve the Holy Grail, but this time they actually had to ask for the power of the Holy Grail. Was this appropriate?

"It's fine to just use it. Perhaps you don't know this, but Chaldea has been able to maintain itself for so long partly thanks to the Holy Grail you brought back from the Singularity."

Roman explained.

"Is that so? Does that mean we should thank Solomon?"

Ritsuka was surprised, clearly hearing about this for the first time.

"You can't think like that. If the other side hadn't burned humanity, you wouldn't have needed to take such a risk... Okay, we've gone off on a tangent. Let's discuss how to use the Holy Grail to fight the Lion King. No matter how powerful the Holy Grail is, it's still just a huge source of magic. Even the god Ramses II transformed into couldn't defeat the Lion King. It's not an easy thing to defeat him by relying on the Holy Grail."

Roman steered the conversation back on track.

"Indeed, does Miss Surtr also intend to transform into a fire giant and fight the Lion King one-on-one?"

"It doesn't feel very reliable. Even if I use the Holy Grail to raise my Spirit Origin level, I don't even have a suitable weapon. It's hard to say whether I can defeat the Lion King."

Surtr shrugged.

Despite being a fire giant with incredibly strong offensive capabilities, her abilities are completely reversed.

Despite having a turtle shell on its head, its output can only be described as tragic.

Only the Holy Sword is passable; the output of the True Holy Sword... frankly, is only slightly stronger.

"I will try to design it and strive to come up with a solution as soon as possible."

Leonardo da Vinci's voice came through the bracelet.

This all-knowing person spoke with confidence and interest, as if he had met a researcher on a topic of interest.

"I'll help too. Although I'm not very skilled, I still have the skills of a magician."

Nito also spoke up; the title of "Queen of Magic" wasn't given lightly.

"Yes, you are far more skilled than I am in this regard."

Surtr had no objection to this; not having to think about these troublesome things actually made her feel much more relaxed.

"Then it's decided. Let's go back to the village now. They don't seem to be chasing us."

After a few minutes, they didn't see any spears of light flying down from the sky, so it seemed the Lion King wasn't planning to pursue them.

Mountainous areas.

In a simple village, inside an empty house, the figures of four people appeared from the air.

Before leaving, Surtr had marked the location of the village.

"No matter how many times I look at it, Miss Surtr's props are still so amazing."

Mashu sighed.

"Indeed. Let's go quickly. I wonder what Bai Mao and the others will think when they find out that Rai Er is finished. Ouch, that hurts."

"Be respectful to the Pharaoh and don't use those impolite words; it's too disrespectful."

Nitocris gently tapped Ritsuka's head, trying to correct his Master's skewed thinking.

"I think they'll be happy at first, then very troubled."

Surtr guessed, and stepped out of the house, trying to find his companions in the village.

But as soon as she stepped outside, she felt something was off.

The village in front of me seemed too quiet.

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter 31 Is self-destruction so popular these days?

Stepping outside, the empty houses around him made Surtr frown.

As the sun began to set in the west, its scorching rays gradually diminished, and normally this should be a time when villagers are more active, but there is no sign of such activity in the village at all.

"Strange, where did everyone go?"

Ritsuka scratched her head.

"The magic power in the vicinity is much higher than usual. If I'm not mistaken, someone has come to attack."

Surtr guessed, looked around, and fixed his gaze on a mountain peak outside the village.

The mountain peak bore the marks of battle and appeared much shorter than before, as if a portion of it had been forcibly shaved off by some force.

"What about the villagers?"

"There are no signs of fighting in the village; perhaps they just went there to take refuge."

Judging from the surrounding situation, it's at least not the worst possible outcome.

Surtr didn't want the villagers who had just provided her with Originium in the morning to be wiped out by the afternoon.

After wandering around the village, the group arrived near the battlefield.

The rugged mountains looked as if they had been plowed by artillery fire; the light yellow soil had turned scorched black, and the already desolate land was now a complete mess.

The battle appeared to be over, but a thick magical energy still lingered in the air.