Miss Surtr will ignite the world

This dramatic change caught Surtr off guard for a moment.

When did the Holy Sword become so powerful?

No, it's probably not the Holy Sword.

She thought she just heard a bell ring, so it must have been the old man who made the move?

But how did he do it? Did the old man know magic?

Could it be that they infiltrated the Holy City and killed the person controlling the barrier?

That seems more reasonable.

However, the timing of this card is just too good.

Surtr felt that the other party was doing it on purpose, but she also felt that the other party would not deliberately drag things out in this matter, and it was probably just a coincidence.

Regardless, the outcome was good.

"The Holy City has fallen, Gawain is dead, everyone charge!"

The soldiers' impassioned roars rang out behind me.

The collapse of the holy city was even more shocking than the pillar of light just now, like a stimulant injected into the hearts of the soldiers, who surged toward the breach one after another.

At the same time, from the other side of the battlefield, a purple meteor was flying towards her location.

Sacred Round Table: Chapter 39 Completion

Stepping inside the holy city.

The neat, white buildings stand in the city like works of art, but compared to a normal city, it is too deserted.

The soldiers behind them roared and charged into the city, clashing with the knights who guarded it.

But apart from that, even with her clairvoyance, she couldn't find a single person in this city.

Are they all in the royal city?

Surtr looked toward the very center of the city, at the pillar of light that surrounded the entire royal city. That was the outer shell of the Holy Lance, and its hardness was definitely even stronger than the magical barrier outside the city.

Her face showed a look of pain; well, she no longer had that thing.

Then, as if sensing something, Miss Surtr turned her gaze and saw an astonishing scene.

"That's... Mashu?"

Surtr made a questioning sound.

Above the sky, the purple knight was forced to fly towards the Holy City, his cloak billowing wildly in the air, his expression serious, and the Arondette he held in his hand radiating a blue magic power like lake water.

The pink-haired girl holding the great shield aloft was reflected in his pupils. Her moist lips parted and her voice seemed to be carried by a gale, reaching Surtr's ears.

"The ideal city that is now far away."

Centered on the girl, the chalk city, indistinguishable from the ground, appeared in the air. Solemn and imposing, the city, as large as a mountain, seemed to be lifted by the girl's slender arms and then smashed down on the knight in front of her.

Blue arcs of light flashed in the air.

On the ground, Surtr's gaze followed the falling meteor from the sky to the ground, witnessing it smash through several houses, then bounce up on the ground like a paddle floater, rolling countless times before readjusting its posture and stabbing Arondette into the ground, leaving a thin line on the flat street.

Finally, still kneeling on one knee, it slowly came to a stop in front of a tall building.

wonderful.

It was so brilliant that Miss Surtr even wanted to applaud the other person's performance.

So Mashu's Noble Phantasm really can be used to hit people. I've learned something new this time.

"Miss Surtr!"

Ritsuka's voice came from behind.

The girl stepped through the crowd and came to Surtr's side.

"Something's happened outside! Something's advancing this way from the desert, we have to hurry!"

"I saw it, and now I'm planning to address the root cause."

Surtr glanced behind him. The advance of the End of the World was very fast. In ten minutes at most, it would be able to swallow up all the land outside the Holy City.

"But now the entire royal city is enveloped by a wall of light, which is probably the outer shell of the Holy Lance. Does Miss Surtr have a way to deal with this?"

Mashu followed behind Ritsuka and asked.

"You're doubting my attack power... Well, normally it's definitely not enough, but it might be possible if I use the Holy Grail."

Although attrition warfare before the start of a battle is not advisable, there seems to be no other option at the moment.

There is an old man... well, unless he shows himself, it's almost impossible to find that guy.

He will appear on his own when the time is right.

"I understand. My senior and I will cover you!"

Mash consciously positioned herself in a support role, her gaze fixed on Lancelot in the distance.

Ultimately, it is still a defensive artifact; despite its imposing presence, the damage from the city walls is actually quite limited.

“I will not let you hinder Saint Ba.”

Lancelot held his sword, his expression extremely solemn.

The city walls have been breached, but Gawain has disappeared, most likely having been killed.

It's hard to believe how little time has passed?

But the facts are clear: the woman before them is likely a powerful figure no less formidable than the Sun King.

"Then please."

Surtr nodded, then lightly leaped backward, her ceremonial attire activating, and flew straight towards the central royal city.

There's no need to waste time on this tough nut.

"Don't go!"

Lancelot stepped forward, and the Arondette sword in his hand flashed a pale blue light into the air.

"Don't even think about interfering with Miss Surtr!"

The sword light struck the shield mid-journey, and Mash leaped onto the roof, breaking through the bricks and stones, before charging towards Lancelot again with her shield in hand.

"..."

Unable to pursue, Lancelot had no choice but to continue facing Mash, and the two warriors, skilled in defense, clashed once again in the Holy City.

We'll have to leave it to someone else.

As Lancelot thought this, he seemed to hear the sound of plucked strings in the wind blowing through the alleys of the Holy City.

hum.

Like twinkling starlight, crimson magic ignited from all corners of the holy city almost simultaneously.

Countless sharp blades converged into a dense net, completely enveloping Surtr as he sped through the air.

The sound of air being torn apart reached his ears. The mere vibration of the strings that had been placed in the Holy City beforehand was enough to achieve this effect. Surtr had to admire Tristan's almost magical archery skills.

Can this really be called archery?

A sense of doubt arose in his heart, and starlight had already gathered on the blade.

Swing the sword downwards.

The giant net constructed of sharp blades was torn apart by pure violence, and a pillar of light, like a holy judgment, descended from the sky above the holy city, mercilessly destroying the earth beneath its feet.

But before the light faded, Surtr felt something climb up his ankle.

A pulling sensation came from below; the thinnest strings, no thicker than a hair, were wrapped around her feet, yet contained enough force to easily sever the Servant's body.

hum!

The sound of strings rang in my ears again; the omnipresent strings vibrated, unleashing countless sharp blades at the prey in the air.

But the figure of the person who plucked the strings could not be seen for a long time.

There are too many obstacles around.

Not far away, at the top of the tower.

The red-haired knight stood by the window with his eyes closed, holding a demon bow, with dense silk threads wrapped around his sides.

He placed his hand on the silk thread, as if sensing something.

But suddenly.

boom.

The thread in my hand broke.

Before our eyes, golden beams of light swept across the city, and towering buildings instantly turned into shattered stones that fell from the sky.

"It's truly tragic that one day we'd become enemies with this light, wouldn't you say...?"

Speaking in a flat tone, Tristan turned around and looked at his serious-looking friend behind him.

Bedivere.

On the ground, Surtr sheathed his sword, looked around, and finally landed on the tower at the highest point nearby.

But before she could do anything, the top of the tower was torn in half like a piece of paper, and the red and white figures fell from the height.

Bedivere.

"Surtr called out, and the silver-white knight landed in front of her, responding without turning his head," Surtr shouted.

“Miss Surtr, leave Tristan to me. Please, you must stop the King’s plan.”

"I understand. Be careful then."

Surtr didn't say anything sentimental, and now wasn't the time.

"Ah, I will live on until my final end comes."

Bedivere clenched his right arm, making a promise.

"Take care of yourself."

Without lingering, Surtr headed towards the royal city once more.

"It's so sad. Maybe this is fate. In the end, it was you who stood in my way."

The red-haired knight emerged from the ruins, his eyes closed, gazing at his friend ahead.

"Perhaps so. Apart from you, there is no other knight who understands me as well."

Bedivere's tone was slightly downcast, but his eyes remained unwavering.

"It seems there's no need to say anything more. Your journey ends here, Bedivere."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tristan plucked the strings again.

Meanwhile, on the high tower outside the royal city.

Agraven stood before the convex window, watching Surtr rapidly approach the capital, his gloomy expression becoming even more rigid.

"I didn't expect even Gao Wen to be killed. No, I can't let her get any closer."

We must stop her no matter what.

As Agravan was thinking this, he was about to do something when he suddenly heard a hoarse voice in his ear.

"I will not allow you to interfere with Lord Surtr."

In the air, Surtr flew at full speed, the wind howling in his ears, and a chilling magical fluctuation emanated from the nearby tower.

It's somewhat like Nitocris's Noble Phantasm.

But she didn't stop, and continued forward, gradually approaching the Holy Lance's outer armor.

At the same time, the sound of evening bells rang in my ears.

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Forty - A Battle of Gods

The hum of evening bells reached my ears.

Ahead, on the Wall of Light, a jet-black skull flashed by in the air.