Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Despite his great fear, Cursed Arm still trusted and respected King Hassan quite a bit.

"Later we will also go to other villages to allocate manpower to attack the Holy City together."

"Are you referring to allocating manpower to the village's warriors? There's no need for them to participate in battles between Servants."

Surtr was being quite tactful; in her heart, she felt that an army composed of ordinary people was of little use.

It's not that I look down on them, but simply stating the facts.

Even the conquerors' armies struggled against individually powerful Servants. Especially Servants like Surtr and Gawain, who possessed area-of-effect damage, could potentially wipe out ordinary people who weren't even residents of the Age of Gods, as they might be caught in the crossfire of unknown AoE attacks.

In her view, it was a complete waste of life.

"Thank you for thinking of them, Miss Surtr."

Curse Wrist wasn't offended; he knew the other person was genuinely thinking of those people.

“I am also aware of the difference between Servants and ordinary people, but this is about our faith. The Holy City has been invaded and our faith has been trampled on. Those believers have been waiting for this day for a long time. They yearn to take back the land that belongs to them with their own hands.”

"If you are determined."

Surtr didn't try to persuade her further. She didn't have any particular faith, but she had seen some extreme religious fanatics online in her past life. She knew how much influence such things could have on people.

Since she wasn't very familiar with them, she just needed to respect them.

……

As the group walked along the road, the temple behind them gradually shrank in size as the distance increased until it could no longer be seen from sight.

After resting on the mountain for a night, the group finally returned to the village the following evening.

This time, no surprise attack by the Round Table was detected. After the last attack, the Holy City seemed to have become much more peaceful. Knights who were away were gradually returning, and even the Holy Expedition was gradually ceasing. It seemed that everything was ready.

War is probably about to break out soon.

After dinner, Surtr lay on the rooftop, bathed in the starlight falling from the night sky, his eyes scanning the panel that only he could see, trying to see if there were any items that could help.

But before she could wander around for long, she heard the sound of fabric rubbing together.

“You’re here, Miss Surtr.”

It was Bedivere. Although he didn't turn around, his gentle voice was very recognizable.

With that androgynous, delicate face, Miss Surtr thought the other person would look very good in women's clothing.

It's at least more suitable than a certain Wild Orchid.

"Bedivell, what's the matter?"

Straightening up, Surtr looked at the approaching knight and the item in his hand, tilting his head slightly.

"How did you remove that thing? Are you alright?"

There is no doubt that the other party is holding Surtr's Avalon.

Yes, it's from Surtr.

"The decisive battle is about to begin. You are our ace. You need this item more than I do."

Bedivere knelt down on one knee and handed Avalon to her.

"Your body... is about to reach the final stage. If something goes wrong, wouldn't all your efforts be in vain?"

Surtr didn't accept it immediately. If the other party died in the end, not only would her wish be lost, but her Originium would also be completely wasted.

Reality isn't a game; there are too many unexpected things.

“I am also a member of the Round Table. Perhaps I cannot compare with Gao Wenqing and the others, but with this arm, self-protection is not a problem.”

Bedivere gripped the silver arm, his gaze filled with determination, yet tinged with a hint of regret.

"I will persevere until the Holy Sword is returned, but until then, the only one who can defeat the King is you."

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Thirty-Five - Trying to Use the Door Panel as a Shield

The azure sky was cloudless. At dawn, the not-too-intense sun shone on this unique city amidst the yellow sands. The white stone bricks reflected the sunlight, making the entire city shine like a bright pearl.

On the city floor.

The righteous knights, wielding spears, stood like bamboo shoots, guarding the city behind them as always.

Today is another peaceful day.

The knight thought to himself.

I heard that a few rebels invaded recently, but they were easily wiped out by the power of the Knights of the Round Table.

Even the Sun King, who was entrenched in the west, was wiped out by the Lion King's army a few days ago.

In this day and age, probably no one would be foolish enough to attack this chalk city.

That's what the knight was thinking.

But a few seconds later, he had to overturn the above idea.

At the horizon, the yellow sand was tinged with ink and rapidly advanced forward.

The knight squinted, and as the two sides drew closer, he realized that what he saw was not ink at all, but a massive crowd of people moving towards the Holy City like ants.

holy capital.

The conference room inside the royal city.

The heavy door was pushed open, and the impenetrable, dignified knight entered the room to report to Agguiwen, who was sitting at the round table with a serious expression, looking as if he might die from overwork at any moment.

"Reporting to the Assistant, enemy figures have been spotted one kilometer outside the capital, estimated to be around ten thousand people. This includes strangers and rebels who were not mentioned in the previous reports. The Round Table members have already proceeded to the main gate to await orders."

Agguivin put down the document, a hint of displeasure appearing on his stern face.

"Hmph, those guys really know how to pick their timing. If we had just waited a little longer, our king's holy spear would have been completely completed."

Perhaps that's why they specifically chose this time.

Agguwen thought of it.

"Perfect, let's take this opportunity to eliminate the resistance forces as well."

The enemy's attack was not an unexpected event, and he had already made arrangements for it.

The number of soldiers at the main gate has been increased, and all the troops originally stationed outside the Holy City have been transferred back to the Holy City, ready to deal with the enemy's attack at any time.

"By the way, remember to activate the magic barrier on the outer wall. We absolutely cannot let them enter the Holy City and affect the Holy Ba."

Meanwhile, outside the holy city.

A huge crowd gathered on the wasteland, their eyes all fixed on the chalk city standing on the yellow sand.

The Holy City is so close at hand; any action taken by either side will sound the alarm for war.

"There are many more soldiers at the main gate than last time, and the number of archers on the city wall is almost three times that of before. They could probably cause a lot of casualties just by getting close."

At the forefront of the army, Bedivere gazed at the distant deployment, his expression grim.

"With such a big commotion, the Holy Capital side certainly couldn't have been unprepared."

Surtr looked away; all of this was to be expected.

"But no matter what, now that we're here, there's no turning back. If we drag this out any longer, once the Lion King pulls the anchor, they won't even have a chance to fight back."

"And with those guys helping out, they should be able to draw a lot of firepower, right?"

As he spoke, Surtr turned his gaze behind him.

At the very front of the column were nearly a thousand special soldiers.

Its grotesque appearance, consisting only of bones, and the fact that it held a worn-out weapon, made it seem as if it had been dead for many years and had crawled out of its coffin.

But these are not actually corpses, but creatures called Dragon Tooth Soldiers.

In Greek mythology, Jason was offered the Golden Fleece by the King of Colchis on the condition that he defeat the Dragon Tooth Warriors, although the latter was probably not the same as the one Jason had created.

Each of the dragon tooth soldiers here is roughly on par with an ordinary soldier.

"Indeed, I didn't expect Miss Surtr to be not only so powerful in combat, but also so skilled in magic."

Bedivere praised him sincerely.

"I only know a little bit."

Surtr wasn't being modest, after all, she had learned this from the textbook.

As Medea's 'prized disciple'? Plus, with some material left behind by Miss Talulah, it wouldn't be difficult for her to become cannon fodder.

The allied forces are not particularly strong, but these Dragon Tooth soldiers can be of some help.

As soon as he finished speaking, Surtr drew his holy sword and said solemnly.

"I'll also be attacking from the front as a striker later, which should draw some firepower. I'll take care of Gawain, and as for Lancelot..."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely hold Lancelot off!"

Mashu clenched her fist with a firm tone, her expression looking like she was about to beat up her cheating father.

"Okay, you do your best, and I'll try to finish with Gao Wen as quickly as possible."

She trusted Mashu quite a bit; Old Lan wouldn't go so far as to kill his own daughter, so there shouldn't be any problems.

Bedivere took over Tristan's role, but without Arash, dealing with archers would be quite difficult. As for Nitocris and Hassan, they could only provide support as needed, and the Holy City's army would have to be left to the allied forces.

After breaking into the capital, they split into several groups and marched straight to the royal city.

This is the solution we discussed last night.

The only thing worth noting is the main gate of the Holy City.

Breaking through the main gate is probably not feasible; that thing is a conceptual defense that can deflect any malicious attacks. In a pure firepower contest, even the Holy Sword couldn't break through it.

That thing is a bug, so powerful that Miss Surtr even wanted to take down the city gate and turn it into a shield.

There are probably no saints in their ranks, so the best way is to break through from the outer wall.

With the idea of ​​taking what one can find, Miss Surtr has been searching the land for the past two days for that shameful high monk, and also for Tengtai, but unfortunately, she has found nothing.

She probably hasn't been summoned, and she's pretty much accepted this situation.

She'll try to see if she can break through the wall directly later; the wall can't be as hard as the door, can it?

It should be able to destroy it with the Holy Sword.

When a door is harder than a wall, the door loses its value.

This sentence might have seemed meaningless in her past life, but she felt it was quite appropriate to put it here.

"By the way, didn't the old man come?"

"Surtr asked."

"Grandpa... I don't know. Even if the First Generation Lord came, we wouldn't know."

Cursed Wrist made no comment on Surtr's casual nickname.

"But the First Lord will not break his promise."

He was very confident about this.

"Is that so? They'll probably carefully choose their moment to appear. Let's not wait for them then. It would be terrible if the Lion King started his holy extermination later."

"I feel like there's something hidden in your words, but never mind."

Without dwelling on the matter, Zhou Wan raised his single arm and shouted behind him.

"Fellow countrymen! For the sake of the people who live on this land, it is time to restore the Holy City to its true form!"

Despite being an assassin, the other party is now the de facto leader of the army behind them.

"Oh!!!!"

A deafening roar came from behind.

At the same time, a storm descended from the northern sky.

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Thirty-Six - Daughters Are Still the Cutest

"The hateful capital has been swallowed up by the storm!"

In the army, someone exclaimed in surprise.

"This storm contains no magic! It's simply a natural phenomenon. Yet it possesses a high degree of directional accuracy—truly, heaven is helping me!"