Miss Surtr will ignite the world

While it's hard to imagine that the man could be defeated in broad daylight, it doesn't seem impossible given the opponent's strength.

"It's not impossible for you to join us now."

Ritsuka said.

"You jest. I am a Knight of the Round Table of the Lion King, and I have long sworn allegiance to her, even at the cost of being an enemy of all mankind in this era."

Lancelot lifted Aaronette in front of him and stared directly at Mash, whose expression was displeased.

His eyes showed no wavering.

"So you're just going to abandon the people of this era? Have you thrown your chivalry to the dogs, Lancelot!"

The massive shield blocked Lancelot's view, and Mash's angry voice came from ahead.

Lancelot retreated, his round shield landing on the ground, the dust it kicked up dissipating in the next moment. The heavy shield was easily swung, the obtuse angle at its tail creating a whooshing sound.

Lean back.

The shield's tail whipped through Lancelot's face, and he straightened up, brandishing Arondette to launch a counterattack.

"The king's methods are unethical, and everyone at the Round Table knows this."

The clang of metal clashing rang out along with Lancelot's words.

"But faced with the great undertaking of burning down humanity, this was a helpless act."

Lancelot stepped forward, a hint of struggle flashing across his face, but he did not stop swinging his longsword. Arondette's blade struck the shield, and Lancelot pressed forward with his sword. The figure behind the shield bent his arm, his boots embedding themselves in the ground.

"The King has made his choice, so what about you? Can Chaldea, which even we at the Round Table cannot defeat, truly bear the burden of saving humanity?"

Lancelot spoke with extreme realism, exerting force with his arm, the blade scraping against the shield with a harsh, screeching sound.

Mashu took a few steps back, pursed her lips, and looked at Lancelot.

What the other party said is undoubtedly correct: one is a future whose success is uncertain, and the other is a path that is tangible and right before our eyes.

When faced with a choice between two options, the other party simply chose the more realistic one.

Chaldea's strength is indeed insufficient to convince people; they have only been able to get to where they are today thanks to the help of the Servants they encountered in the Singularities.

Although she didn't like this approach, she couldn't immediately criticize the other party's choice.

but.

"How will you know if you don't do it?"

It wasn't Mashu; Ritsuka behind him shouted at Lancelot.

"We've already overcome all five singularities. Are you asking me to give up now? Sorry, giving up halfway isn't in my nature."

"Besides, if I don't do it, then I, my friends and family will all disappear, and I don't want to die!"

The most crucial reason might be not wanting to die.

Mashu looked at Ritsuka in surprise; it was the first time she had ever heard Ritsuka express her feelings so directly.

Perhaps he was provoked by what the other person said.

Similarly, Mashu's lips curled up; rather than sacrificing the vast majority of people, she indeed wanted to fight alongside the other side.

"Is the struggle to survive the only reason to do so?"

Lancelot's chuckled voice came from ahead, a look of surprise in his eyes.

"What, is that all the ambition you have? I'm sorry."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to mock you. There's absolutely nothing wrong with fighting to survive."

Lancelot acknowledged the other party's statement and then assumed a fighting stance once again.

"But at the same time, I will not back down from my choice."

"What a stubborn fellow."

"Don't worry, senior, I'll smash him flat this time."

Mashu's unwavering gaze made Lancelot feel ashamed.

My daughter is cute, but when she gets physical, she seems no different from my son.

But just as the two sides were preparing to fight again, a wall of light rose from the very center of the distant city of chalk, around the royal city, piercing the sky.

At the same time, Roman's roar came from the bracelet.

"The magic counter has exceeded its limit! Gravity collapse has been sensed all around this era, and the world is beginning to shut down!"

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Thirty-Eight - The Collapse of the Chalk Wall

Inside the council chamber of the capital city, the royal city.

"It seems the rebels have begun their attack. Agraven, what's the situation?"

The Lion King sat high above, addressing the black-haired knight kneeling below him.

"Thanks to the soldiers' valiant efforts, the bandits have been kept outside the Holy City, but it will probably take some time to resolve the situation."

"In that case, let's pack them all up together."

With that, the Lion King stood up.

"Do you intend to use the Holy Judgment?"

"No, the Holy Bachelor is over, and the final preparations are complete. It's time to open the Tower of the End. Once the world closes, those guys will disappear on their own."

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on the imminent establishment of the thousand-year kingdom that could not be realized in Britain. I will witness your achievements."

Agguiwen sincerely congratulates you.

"The waves of the end have reached my throne. Close the round table, and this realm will become a staircase."

"Camelot is about to enter a turbulent era; it's time to take control of everything."

Stepping down from the platform, the Lion King raised his hand and clenched it in mid-air.

Beneath the city wall.

Tick ​​tick

Bright red blood droplets fell from mid-air. The knight of the sun leaned against the city wall, his armor melting under the intense heat, revealing his charred skin.

A huge wound cleaved Gawain's upper body diagonally; an ordinary Servant would probably be dead by now.

Surtr stood before Gawain, the silver blade piercing the knight's chest, but a hand gripped the razor-sharp blade like a vise. The blade was embedded in the skin, but could not penetrate any further.

The amount of magic power infused also determines the power of a Noble Phantasm, and Surtr's attack has reached the current limit that the Holy Sword can unleash.

Despite catching Surtr's full-force holy sword at face-to-face without any warning, the opponent still has the strength to resist.

She had to admire Gawain's frankness and willpower.

But that's where it ends.

He poured magic into the sword, and golden starlight shone from its blade.

"Any last words?"

"Surtr asked."

To be honest, each of the Knights of the Round Table had strong desires, but these desires were basically contrary to Surtr's actions. Even if the other party was a Servant, she would not be able to get two rewards.

pity.

"I never made it to the King's battle until the very end... Perhaps this is the fate of a disloyal knight like myself..."

Gawain's gaze reflected Surtr's figure holding the holy sword, his posture shrouded in starlight seemingly overlapping with someone else's.

"But to be ended by the King's holy sword, perhaps it is not a bad ending."

"Is that so? Then goodbye."

As soon as he finished speaking, a destructive golden light poured directly into Gawain's body from the sword's edge, obliterating his spiritual core along with his body.

Gawain, the Knight of the Round Table, has been defeated.

[Acquired Skill: Saintly Number EX]

Gawain disappeared, and the system, which had been hidden for a long time, reminded him in his mind.

I've won the lottery.

Surtr felt incredibly lucky, having won the grand prize on his very first kill.

The Saintly Number can triple your stats at noon.

It's a very useful skill, but since it's morning, the feeling of increased strength isn't particularly noticeable.

Surtr doesn't have the blessing of eternal night, so you should pay attention to the timing when using it.

With Gawain's matter settled for the time being, Surtr retreated and looked at the Chalk Wall, which was only slightly damaged.

"Why is it so hard?"

Miss Surtr frowned.

The Holy Sword is a Noble Phantasm for attacking cities, and its attack struck the city wall during the attack on Gawain.

But even though Gawain was already dead, the city walls remained unmoved.

Isn't this magic barrier a bit too powerful?

Surtr felt that he had underestimated this wall before. After all, Ramses II burned his spirit origin and blasted more than a dozen giant electric balls before he could break through it.

She apologized for saying that the city gate was harder than the city wall.

If you look closely, not only the city walls, but even the sky inside the city is covered with magical patterns like flowing light. If you want to get in, you have to break through this wall no matter what.

This is such a hassle.

It wasn't here last time I came.

Perhaps it's like the protective formations of sects in those cultivation novels, only activated at crucial moments?

Regardless, let's give it a try.

If one shot doesn't work, try two; if two don't work, try three. When it comes to magic, Miss Surtr has never been afraid of anyone.

But just as she was pouring magic into the holy sword, a strange feeling emanated from within the holy city.

Immediately afterwards, even from Surtur's location, one could see that from within the Holy City, walls formed by converging light surrounded the royal city.

Construction of the Tower of the End has begun! How could it be so fast!

Surtr's expression turned ugly.

It hasn't been long since they started attacking the Holy City, and they haven't even entered the gates yet.

He turned his head away.

At the edge of the horizon, a magnificent aurora borealis was seen rapidly advancing from the direction of the Holy City in the distance at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But it wasn't something as harmless as the aurora borealis; it was a wall of light called the End of the World.

If we get swallowed up by that thing, we're all doomed!

The joy of acquiring a new skill vanished instantly; the Saintly stat only increases ability values ​​and doesn't significantly affect the power of the Noble Phantasm.

How long will it take to blast it open?

Surtr didn't know, and could only try her best.

He poured magic into the holy sword once more, and starlight surged forth again. Surtr swung the sword toward the city gate before him.

And just then...

It sounded as if the tolling of bells was coming from afar.

The next moment, as if short-circuited, the magical patterns flashing on the wall all dimmed.

The torrent of light struck the city wall once more, and the white bricks quickly turned into a crimson slurry under the erosion of the high temperature. The destructive beam of light pierced through the thick wall and, with Surtr's swing, slashed horizontally to the right like a blade.

Large sections of the wall were peeled off.

The whole process is as easy as cutting butter with a hot knife.

Surtr sheathed his sword.

The wall that had been cut open in the center crashed to the ground like a collapsing mountain, the impact carrying dust and the cries of the Holy City soldiers spreading into the distance.