Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Light and darkness overlapped in an instant, and then, dark blue patterns spread across the golden wall of light.

A strike that sacrifices the crown.

In this situation, Miss Surtr couldn't help but think of this sentence.

But this time I definitely didn't use as much force.

A serious sword strike—that's probably what it feels like.

So he must have deliberately waited until I got close before opening the door.

My gaze swept around, but as expected, apart from that brief moment, I couldn't see where the other person was at all.

The old man was quite aloof.

Surtr mentally grumbled a complaint, then put the problem out of his mind and focused his gaze on the cracked exterior in front of him.

Surtr stepped forward and brandished the holy sword.

boom!

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, without even much effort, the pillar of light shattered into scattered fragments, revealing the appearance of the inner royal city.

The old man and I shattered the Tower of the End together.

As Surtr thought this, she landed on the platform at the top of the royal city. The blazing sun shone on her without any obstruction. The surroundings were eerily quiet. The noisy battle sounds in the holy city could not reach such a high altitude. Only the sound of a gentle breeze lingered in her ears.

She sheathed the holy sword and looked ahead.

Before them lay a smooth, long corridor, and at its end sat the silver-white Lion King on his throne, his holy blue eyes fixed on the disrespectful person who had intruded upon the throne.

"As expected, you are the only one most likely to come to me."

The Lion King spoke, his words revealing no surprise at Surtr's appearance.

She stood up, her combat boots treading on the smooth ground, and walked step by step down the platform, approaching Surtr.

"You didn't see it all along with some kind of telescopic vision, did you?"

Surtr didn't move, but she grinned, admitting she panicked for a moment.

“I don’t need to use my clairvoyance. No one else besides you has the ability to come to me... maybe Hassan too, but he probably won’t come here.”

The Lion King stared directly at Surtr with his unwavering gaze and asked.

"So, after witnessing Chaldea's powerlessness, you still want to stop me?"

"Powerless? I've come right up to you, so how can you say they're powerless?"

Surtr countered with a question.

"I don't remember you being from Chaldea."

"I don't think they'll refuse to let me work as a temporary worker."

Surtr shrugged.

"You're all talk. Even if you can help them this time, what about next time? Will you still be able to help them when facing Solomon?"

"I don't have clairvoyance, how would I know such a thing? But perhaps they will meet other people who want to help them."

"That was just good luck."

"But that's how they got here. Being able to get people to help them willingly should be considered a kind of strength, right?"

"It seems we can't reach a consensus."

As he spoke, the Lion King stopped in his tracks.

Raise your right hand, and light extends from your palm, gradually solidifying.

"Indeed, in the end it all comes down to who has the bigger fist."

Compared to empty talk, she is indeed better at this method.

Surtr took out the Flame Sword and the Holy Grail.

Without using the Holy Sword, and without being able to fully counter it, that sword could not defeat the Lion King's Holy Lance.

Furthermore, the Holy Sword's attributes are not very suitable for Surtr.

It works well in mid-level games, but it becomes less effective in high-level games.

The Flame Sword is excellent; it's very hard, and its ability to transmit her power is the best.

No one knew the power of the gods better than her. The Lion King was a genuine god who had lived for 1,500 years and was also the owner of the Star Anchor. In fact, he should be on the same level as Surtr in mythology.

But Surtr knew very well that even if she used the Holy Grail, she could never become the real Surtr.

The Holy Grail isn't that powerful yet.

At most, it only grants power from one aspect.

They might be able to put up a fight with life-saving attacks, but they can't win by relying on that alone. In the end, they'll just repeat the same mistake as Ramses II.

However, it is undoubtedly correct in its general direction.

When it comes to dealing with gods, nothing is more useful than the power of Surtur, so how to use this power becomes extremely crucial.

The final answer was: a full-point attack.

Amplify the destructive nature of Surtr and pursue ultimate strength; as for defense? Leave that to Avalon.

The results are already in, so it wasn't difficult for those geniuses to prepare beforehand.

As he spoke, the Holy Grail in his hand turned into flames and disappeared into Surtr's chest.

next moment.

Destruction, destruction, destruction

Like the delirious murmurs of Cthulhu, the desire to destroy everything echoed in Surtr's mind, causing her consciousness to waver and her once clear mind to become hazy.

But this state only lasted for a moment before a skill called Adaptation began to work, helping her regain her clarity.

Accompanying the babbling was a surge of power within the body.

The magic and heat within his body were constantly rising; Surtr was now like a volcano about to erupt.

He exhaled a pungent white mist from his mouth.

Surtr stepped forward.

The stone bricks beneath their feet turned into a crimson slurry, the smell of sulfur filled the air, the heat rose, the surrounding magic trembled violently, and the light twisted incessantly.

"what is that?"

On the ground, the strange phenomenon in the sky caused both sides in the battle to stop their actions and look up.

The vortex of flames converged above the royal city, and the azure sky gradually faded into the color of dusk, spreading from the holy capital all the way to the horizon.

"It's so hot. Has Miss Surtr already started fighting with the Lion King? That's such an exaggeration."

Ritsuka gazed at the sky, which had already turned into dusk. Even from hundreds or thousands of meters away, she could feel the terrifying heat emanating from above, and it was still rising.

"Fujimaru, get away from the vicinity of the royal city quickly! Getting caught in the crossfire is no joke!"

Roman shouted, and the tables in the control room used to monitor magic power began to twitch.

"It feels like this kind of attack is useless no matter where I run!"

Ritsuka roared, and golden light shone from the dim sky.

The top of the royal city.

"Holy Lance, pull anchor."

The Lion King's calm, ethereal voice echoed high in the sky.

"It is the anchor of the storm that tears the sky and connects it to the ground, the light that shines from the end, the spear of the end."

The light at the end rose from the Lion King's palm into the sky, covering the twilight, and transformed into a giant spear of light that fell to the ground.

Surtr looked up at the sky. She didn't only have the option of blocking, but if she used Avalon, the city below would undoubtedly suffer.

Moreover, although she didn't know if the other party was aware of it, she wanted to use Avalon at the most crucial moment.

Thinking this, Surtr drew his blazing greatsword from the vortex of flames.

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Forty-One - The Role of the Anchor

Surtr was in an unusually high mood at this moment.

Perhaps still somewhat influenced by the desires in his mind, his belligerent emotions boiled over as the heat intensified.

Is this what they call acting impulsively?

The lingering shame in her chest prevented her from performing the giant's roar in public, but faced with the spear of light falling from the sky, she could no longer suppress the urge to swing the flaming sword in her hand.

The dim, yellowish blade burned intensely, the flaming sword was raised, and the destructive energy equivalent to a solar flare was gathered, turning into a torrent that rushed towards the sky.

The final flame and the light of the end, leading to the end of the world, clash head-on in the high sky.

The ring-shaped energy shockwave spread instantly, shattering the windows of the entire city, cracking and disintegrating the solid stone, and uprooting the buildings around the royal city, turning them into tens of thousands of tons of stones that flew wildly in all directions.

It was as if a natural disaster had struck.

A riot broke out among the crowd, and a palpable sense of oppression and suffocation emanated from the air, forcing both sides, still engaged in battle, to halt their actions and flee the capital like startled rabbits.

When faced with death, neither the Holy City nor the Allied Forces were any different.

At this moment, only a handful of people can witness this mythical battlefield.

"Fujimaru, are you still alive? Damn it, the magic fluctuations are too intense, they're even interfering with the scene."

On the outskirts of the Holy Capital, Ritsuka was struggling to withstand the impact sweeping out from the Royal City, when Roman's anxious voice came through her bracelet.

"Doctor, please stop cursing me! I'm perfectly fine!"

Ritsuka shouted, hiding in the shadow of a rock, raising her head and squinting at the sky.

The last time I saw such a scene, which was no different from a natural disaster, was in the territory of the Sun King. In the face of such divine power, all ordinary people could do was pray.

Ms. Ritsuka apologized in her heart once again for comparing the other person to the shameful goddess.

"I hope Miss Surtr is safe and sound."

As soon as the words were spoken, a line of fire rose from the top of the royal city, from the still-lingering light, pointing straight to the sky.

Then, a howling wind followed behind the flames.

After an opening that seemed too grand for ordinary people, both sides decided to move the battlefield to a wider area.

The battle has only just begun.

Two shooting stars, one gold and one red, intertwined at the top of the sky.

Fireballs the size of mountains gathered, erupted, and were then torn apart by the fierce wind, turning into a shower of meteors that fell onto the yellow sand.

Swords and spears clashed in mid-air, the surging magic dividing the sky into two distinct colors.

The intense heat transformed into wind pressure, which traveled from the upper atmosphere to the Earth's surface.

Their gazes met, then quickly separated. The flowing air, under the will of the gods, entangled Surtr's body, and a storm rose from the sky, only to be torn apart by the incredibly powerful flaming sword.

Surtr landed on the barren desert and looked up.

The blue sky was covered in gold, and concentric circles of golden light bloomed in the air.

The Lion King stood in the sky, his holy blue eyes looking down at the tiny enemy on the ground, and waved his hand.

Surtr's vision was forced to fill with the approaching spear of light.

The magic in the air surged rapidly as the Lion King unleashed her bottomless magical power.

I heard that the Holy Judgment is just the Lion King's basic attack, so it seems there's no problem with that.

Standing atop the yellow sand, Surtr took a half-step back, light and heat converging on the blade.

In the distant holy city, under the watchful eyes of all, a second sun rose from the ground. In stark contrast to the blazing sun high in the sky, it was as silent and cold as dusk, like a harbinger of the end.

As the sun rises.

The atmosphere and space exploded together.

The storm ripped up large areas of land, and the violent sandstorm engulfed everything around it. Everyone who was still alive could feel the ground trembling beneath their feet.

Countless square kilometers of land were swept into the vortex of power and turned into a desolate wasteland.