Miss Surtr will ignite the world

The doctor shouted excitedly into the bracelet.

As long as this sandstorm is present, the arrows from the Holy City will be unable to reach us!

Chaldea's instruments couldn't determine the origin of the storm, but Surtr, who was on the battlefield, could see it very clearly.

In the storm, the faintly visible skull pattern revealed its true form.

Of course, it's also possible that it was intentional, otherwise how could people know that someone was showing off again?

Surtr was deep in thought when, from the storm, he heard the ancient, resonant tolling of a bell.

The originally serious expression on his face instantly turned excited, and he shouted out loud.

"It is the bell of the First Lord; now is the time to march!"

Surtr wondered if he should add some special effects to his next appearance, and at the same time, shatter the ground and charge towards the Holy City.

"Follow Surtur, discard your bows and arrows, and head straight for the city walls!"

"Mash, let's go too!"

"Understood, senior. Mash Kyrielight, advance."

The humming evening bells sounded like battle horns.

The mighty army began its march toward the Holy Capital. As it was a hastily assembled army, it might have been less disciplined than the Holy Capital's army, but its morale was undoubtedly at its peak.

……

On the outer wall of the holy city.

Gao Wen frowned.

There have never been sandstorms around the Holy City before, and such a coincidence can only be the work of a master.

Unexpectedly, besides Surtr, the opposing side had another expert of this caliber. But the Holy City's defenses couldn't be broken by a mere sandstorm.

"Concentrate your attack on the enemy below the city walls!"

Without turning his head, he issued the order, his gaze never leaving the black shadow rushing towards him across the sand dune.

The first two battles ended inconclusively, but this third one was undoubtedly the time to decide the outcome.

"With me here, don't even think about setting foot in the Holy City!"

As Gawain spoke, he stepped forward, leaped down from the city wall, and stared straight ahead. He pulled back Cavendish's right hand, pouring all his magic into it, and shouted at the figure dragging starlight ahead.

"The Sword of Victory Revolves!"

……

On the west side of the Holy City, a purple-haired knight on horseback watched the explosion rising in the distance, narrowed his eyes, and let his gaze wander across the center of the allied forces before finally locking onto a pink-haired girl running at the very front.

His face remained unchanged, but his eyes revealed a complex expression.

In just a few days, the other person seemed to have matured.

Of course, I'm not referring to physical appearance, but rather to temperament; I'm becoming more and more like the person I remember.

But the other person looks much cuter than his own son.

The chief knight regretted in his heart that he hadn't had a daughter.

But then he shook his head, putting those complicated thoughts to the back of his mind.

Now he is the Lion King's knight, and having chosen this path, he is destined to be incompatible with the other.

"We'll break in from the flank and assist Gao Wenqing at the main gate!"

"Yes!"

Upon receiving a response, Lancelot held the Aaronette and flicked the reins with his left hand.

"attack!"

"Fujimaru! There are Servants rapidly approaching from your left!"

Roman's reminder came through the bracelet, and Ritsuka turned her head to the side below the city wall.

The purple knight, whom I had met once before in the Sun King's territory, was leading his troops toward the side of the army.

"It's Lancelot. We'll be in big trouble if they just run into us like this."

"Don't worry, senior, I'll take care of Lancelot."

Mashu's soft tone turned serious the moment she saw the knight.

"I will absolutely not lose to that person!"

As she spoke words that sounded like a promise, her boots left footprints on the ground. Then, the girl, holding a shield taller than a person, crossed the barrier of space and descended above Lancelot.

……

Even on the chaotic battlefield, their fighting was still the most eye-catching.

The two holy swords, one inside the other, collided in mid-air, sparking a storm. The wind pressure generated by the collision of their magic blocked all soldiers and knights who tried to approach.

The attack was swift and decisive, and golden light surged from the holy sword.

Magic gathered and then released, its destructive light colliding with the sun's flames at close range.

The magic of red and gold mingled together, surging into the sky like a hot spring.

At extremely close range, Cavendish's power is actually not inferior to Curry Stick's, probably due to the range of the Noble Phantasm's effect.

The clash between the two destructive forces even engulfed the one who released them.

But clearly, neither party involved cares about this.

Surtr's slender body was thrown backward by the impact, but she did not appear to be injured.

The same applies to Gawain on the other side.

After two battles, Surtr had a very clear understanding of Gawain's tankiness.

It's practically impossible to defeat an opponent using only basic attacks or overflow damage.

The opponent's body was even able to withstand a direct hit from the Silver Arm.

Surtr felt that the number of Saints alone probably couldn't achieve this level of skill; there must be other defensive Noble Phantasms involved.

Moreover, perhaps because they knew she had clairvoyance, the other party's tactics were extremely underhanded, reacting to every move as it came, and rarely taking the initiative to retaliate.

When the difference in skill level is small, this cowardly, defensive style of play is truly disgusting.

This is probably the other side's goal: to delay and wait for the Lion King to complete the Holy Grail War.

In any case, if the opponent is not allowed to take a full hit of the Holy Sword, the battle will only become as stalemated as the previous two times.

Sure enough, we had to resort to methods that the other side had never seen before.

To be honest, Miss Surtr doesn't really like using overpowered items in battles. She prefers evenly matched battles to easily win with items.

Perhaps she also harbors a fighting spirit within her?

But now is not the time to dwell on methods; the current situation allows no time for delay.

Thinking this, Surtr gripped the holy sword tightly.

The complex inner turmoil did not deprive him of much real time. Before the magical energy clumps from the collision of the Noble Phantasms had dissipated, Surtr transformed into a thunderbolt and charged towards the knight before him once more.

To ensure accuracy, she needs to get close enough.

Gawain did not refuse her challenge to a fight, and the two began to compete in swordsmanship as agreed.

The two are quite similar in this respect; rather than exquisite skills, they are more about the collision of forces.

After a brief standoff, Surtr took a step back and once again ascended to starlight.

The same applies to Gawain. Red hues appeared on Cavendish's sword. Compared to dodging, which might be anticipated, blocking directly was undoubtedly a safer approach.

However, it was this long-standing ingrained way of thinking that led to Gao Wenqing's failure.

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Thirty-Seven - King Arthur Set

"The Sword of Victory Revolves!"

Beneath the chalk-white city walls, under the blazing sun, Gawain shouted the true name of the holy sword and unleashed his Noble Phantasm at the enemy before him, within arm's reach of their blades.

But the moment his arm swung out, Gawain noticed something was wrong. The enemy who had made him extremely wary did not swing the holy sword at him as before.

The holy sword lay at his side, but showed no sign of being swung. Time seemed to stand still at that moment. Surtr opened and closed his lips, reciting a true name completely different from that of the holy sword.

Then, the crimson sword light surging from Cavendish engulfed it.

The enemy was struck directly by the Noble Phantasm, but Gawain felt no joy, for the low chanting clearly reached his ears.

"Avalon, isolated from the world."

That was a scabbard that was one with the Holy Sword, and even possessed greater power.

Once unleashed, it becomes an ultimate defense that even the Five Great Laws cannot touch. Gawain realized something was wrong, but once Cavendish unleashed his attack, he couldn't stop.

The sword light that landed on Avalon transformed into ribbons, scattering in all directions and whistling past Gawain's ears in the same way it had when advancing.

The sword light tore through the earth and struck the white chalk city walls.

The sword light, surging like a tsunami, was deflected before it could even touch the target.

The sword sheath that unleashed the true name transformed into hundreds of fragments that surrounded Surtr, forming a barrier that severed all physical and magical interference. No matter how explosive the torrent of magic was, it could not have the slightest effect on the beings within the barrier.

No one can harm the king who resides in the land of Avalon.

At this moment, Gawain was acutely aware of this.

But there was no time for Gawain to think about why the other party was able to assemble the King Arthur set. After the attack, there was an extremely brief stalemate.

In a battle of Noble Phantasms, this would be a fatal mistake, let alone when the two were so close that it was impossible to dodge.

The starlight of the holy sword has been gathering momentum for a long time.

All the magic was poured into the sword, allowing Surtr to unleash the holy sword to its fullest extent.

The girl, having long harbored her intentions, dispelled the barrier surrounding her and simultaneously swung her holy sword at the knight before her.

"Excalibur!"

Gawain's eyes were covered in gold, leaving him defenseless and unable to resist. In the blink of an eye, the torrent of light completely enveloped the Sun Knight's robust body, extending all the way, tearing through the earth and sandstorm, and heavily pounding on the white city walls of the Holy Capital that shimmered with intricate magical patterns.

A soaring pillar of light pierced the sky covered by yellow sand, and a surging torrent of magic spread across the entire battlefield.

"That was the Lion King's divine judgment?"

Some soldiers, unaware of the facts, asked questions.

"No, that is the radiance of the Holy Sword."

In the distance, Bedivere was involuntarily drawn to the light. Although it was slightly different from what he had seen before, there was no doubt that it was the radiance of the Holy Sword.

As expected, Miss Surtr, like the King, was chosen by the Holy Sword.

But the current situation did not allow him to indulge in sentimentality. Raising his sword, Bedivere stirred up the crowd with a passionate tone.

"Knight Gawain has been defeated! That light is the light that leads to victory!"

"Charge!!!"

The morale, which had been gradually declining due to the prolonged siege, surged again, and in turn, the soldiers on the city wall fell into chaos.

"Gao Wenqing has been defeated?"

A soldier from the Holy City spoke up in fear.

The Round Table is an invincible symbol in the Holy City, especially for the Knights of Gawain. Their so-called army is no different from wheat in front of the opponent's Cavendish. They can easily win any battle as long as the opponent makes a move.

But now that such figures have been defeated, what is the point of their resistance?

Panic spread across the city walls.

Meanwhile, at the edge of the battlefield, a massive black shield clashed with a holy sword, and a purple-haired knight and a pink-haired girl engaged in fierce combat.

The beams of light rising into the air temporarily created distance between the two sides.

"As expected, your side also has a Holy Sword Wielder just like the King."

Lancelot glanced at the area near the city gate out of the corner of his eye. Having seen it once before, he wasn't particularly surprised this time.

But Gawain's condition still bothered him. Only the brilliance of the Holy Sword shone on the battlefield. Had Gawain already...?