Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"Quick! Open the magic barrier! A sandstorm is coming!"

The soldiers of the Holy City roared as a sandstorm that blotted out the sky rapidly approached. Those who had already run out of the Holy City, along with the soldiers still outside, rushed back through the breach in the gate.

A deep blue magical light shone on the city wall, and intricate patterns spread from the wall all the way to the sky above the holy city.

Followed by.

The surging yellow sand, like a dark curtain, obscured all the light.

Located at the center of the vortex, unaware that she had just nearly wiped out her allies, Miss Surtr stood in the middle of the collapsing earth, looking up at the shadow in the sky, muttering to herself with a serious expression.

"Isn't that enough?"

Without a doubt, with the blessing of the Holy Grail, she now possesses the means to confront the Lion King head-on. In terms of sheer destructive power, the End Flame is even greater than the Light of the End.

But ultimately, without a true Levantine, his power remained limited, and simply relying on energy blasts probably wouldn't be enough to defeat the Lion King.

Moreover, this method of forcibly increasing power is quite energy-consuming. Although her configuration is such that she won't have to go through a red light in three minutes like Ultraman, there are still limits.

And at the end of the world, as long as the Holy Lance remains, the wall of light that devours the world will not stop.

A protracted war would be disadvantageous for her.

However, given her current situation, the chances of her defeating her opponent in a short period of time are slim. The most likely tactic she will employ is to use Avalon to launch a defensive counter-attack.

But when facing a powerful figure with clairvoyance, Surtr is unsure if he can succeed as easily as he did with Gawain.

If that doesn't work, then I'll have to spend money to avoid further trouble.

So let's start by getting closer.

Having finalized the plan in his mind, Surtr exhaled a hot breath.

Just as they were about to put it into practice, the Lion King beat them to it.

The construction of the Tower of the End needed to be completed before the burning of humanity, so time was equally precious to her.

The wind carried the Lion King's ethereal voice to Surtr's ears.

"Holy Lance, pull anchor."

The chanting was familiar, but the moves were not.

The light burst forth from the tip of the Lion King's spear, but neither the magical power it contained nor its strength could compare to the Holy Judgment. Its only advantage was its extraordinary speed, which magnified continuously in Surtr's eyes in milliseconds.

The body reacted to the evasive action faster than the mind.

Successful.

The light shone into the ground, but the expected explosion did not occur; instead, it was like a drop of water sinking into the ground.

An alarm bell rang wildly in her mind; she didn't believe the Lion King would do anything pointless.

But it seems a bit late.

Centered on the landing point, golden patterns resembling tree branches rapidly expanded outwards, spreading all the way to Surtr's feet.

I jumped up ahead of time, but it was no use.

hum.

Surtr's body froze in mid-air.

Unable to move, body, consciousness, and even the surrounding space seemed to be imprisoned by something.

The Noble Phantasm, which exists to fix the world in place, is currently binding Surtr tightly to the world around her.

Perhaps this is the original use of the Holy Lance, rather than its offensive potential.

At the same time, a storm of light shone in the sky.

Holy Round Table: Chapter 42 Will the Singularity be destroyed?

Space, body, consciousness—everything is imprisoned by the anchor of the world.

Everything in his perception ceased to exist, time seemed to stand still, and facing the impending torrent of light, Surtr could not even sense the shadow of death.

"Beyond the sky, rushing to the earth. It is the wedge of light standing at the end of the world!"

One second, two seconds, a storm of light swirled around the holy lance, its tip aimed at the enemy below.

Meanwhile, in this almost frozen moment, Surtr seemed to gradually adapt to the state, her eyes trembling slightly.

The Lion King spoke words that had a magical quality.

"—Shining in the Spear of the End!"

Immediately afterwards, a storm of light that could destroy everything rose from above, between the sky and the earth.

Space was torn apart by the storm, but quickly mended by the anchor. Explosions, thick smoke, and the earth trembled.

This land is being literally destroyed by the Lion King. Even the barrier covering the Holy City is flickering in and out of focus due to the aftershocks of the storm. The solid city walls are shaking as if trembling, and the dust that obscures the dome is once again being swept into the sky.

"It seems that our king has emerged victorious."

On the streets of the Holy City, Lancelot held his sword, his gaze sweeping over the city walls and into the distance.

The distance was too great to see the exact situation on the battlefield, but the golden storm that stretched across the sky and earth indicated what might have happened.

"How could this be, senior? Miss Surtr, could it be...?"

Mashu's pupils widened, and she uttered trembling words.

“No, Mashu, don’t listen to his nonsense. We must believe Miss Surtr.”

Ritsuka reassured her, saying that although she was also worried, she absolutely must not panic before things were confirmed.

But if even Surtr can't do it, then perhaps we really should ask the Lion King if he could spare a bed for her in the royal city.

"How envious I am, to be able to die by the King's Holy Lance."

On the other side, Tristan, whose demon bow had vanished, gripped his sword, gazing at the storm with an envious expression on his face.

"It's a bit too early to say that."

Bedivere gasped for breath, gripping his burning right arm, a look of worry in his eyes.

But it quickly transformed into trust.

The scabbard was still on Surtr's body; no one could harm him under Avalon's protection.

"How sad, Bedivere, can't you see reality anymore?"

Tristan looked at Bedivere, his tone regretful. The Lion King had already won; that was obvious.

"You're the one who can't see reality, Tristan. Look up again."

"What's so good about a result that's already been determined... what?"

Tristan looked into the distance again, and then his pupils widened instantly.

Outside the Holy City, the storm of light gradually dissipated, and what followed was crimson molten fire.

The golden storm had reached its critical point, and its power was gradually decreasing. At the forefront of the storm, in a huge circular crater with an altitude of one kilometer below zero, hundreds of sword sheath fragments that had surrounded Surtr returned to his body.

The golden storm, which had not yet completely dissipated, attacked her like a mad dog that had spotted its prey, but in the next moment, it was driven away by the abundant, scalding magical power.

Shielded by Avalon, the extreme heat was released the moment the protection was lifted.

The Holy Grail on his chest spun wildly, and the earth transformed into a sea of ​​fire, a volcano about to erupt.

The scalding magic transformed into light and heat, frantically gathering on the dim, fiery sword until it reached its limit.

boom!

Her slender body vanished from the spot, and Surtr, enveloped in an immeasurable torrent of flames, soared into the sky like a waterfall flowing backward.

It charged precisely and violently towards the silver figure standing in mid-air.

Before the Holy Lance was even sheathed, the Lion King's azure pupils showed a subtle fluctuation for the first time.

She already knew of Avalon's existence when the other party used it on Gawain.

She was more familiar with this weaponry than Surtr.

Firstly, it is a defense. Although it is called a defense, Avalon's protection is more like a shield. The two exist in different worlds, so they cannot be touched no matter what.

The same applies to users; if they want to launch an attack, they must first dispel Avalon's protection.

Secondly, there is the consumption of magic power.

If used only for healing, the mana consumption is not significant, but if fully unleashed, the mana consumption is drastic.

Even though the other party was already immobilized by her before being fully released, why was she still able to release them?

She did not predict this.

The other person's future is always shrouded in a hazy mist, as indistinct as the bottom of a girl's skirt.

A question flashed through my mind, but I didn't dwell on it.

How to respond? Withdraw? Or continue the attack?

This is not a difficult choice.

It was too late to evacuate; the red-haired girl had already appeared in the air in front of her.

In this battle, the opponent has gained the upper hand.

It is both an advantage and a factor in determining victory or defeat.

The dim, yellow greatsword sheathed the final flames that symbolized destruction, and the Lion King's innate intuition frantically warned her that danger was imminent.

The holy lance, which was about to stop, started running again, forcibly infused with magic power. The gradually thinning light at the end surged out again, no longer spreading, but converging as much as possible on the tip of the lance.

Surtr's crimson pupils were illuminated by golden light as she swung her flaming sword upwards into the storm.

Light and fire collide once again.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment, not because it was silent, but because all sounds were suppressed before they were absorbed by a much larger burst of energy.

A moment of silence.

Then came conflicts far exceeding those before, and the world seemed to be reduced to only two colors.

Two destructive storms spread and collided in the air, tearing the sky apart. Huge energy vortexes churned the clouds, which then transformed into scorching air pressure that impacted the entire singularity.

Soil turned into magma, mountains collapsed and broke, deserts evaporated, and immeasurable amounts of yellow sand turned directly into crystals, which were then crushed into powder by impact.

But a storm that dies just before the sun rises is nothing compared to the blazing sun of a new life.

"I won."

At the heart of the collision, Surtr declared this.

Then, the storm was ignited by flames.

The final flames destroyed the light of the end, then licked the Holy Lance and its master, ultimately engulfing everything in front of it, extending from the other side of the sky.

holy capital.

The outer walls collapsed, the magical barrier that enveloped the holy city was completely destroyed, and the terrified cries of soldiers echoed throughout the city.

The war ended the moment Surtr and the Lion King went to war; humans are just as vulnerable in the face of natural disasters.

"The gravity collapse around the singularity has stopped! Fujimaru! Surtr succeeded!"

From behind Mashu's shield came Roman's excited voice.

"Ha, it's finally over?"

Ritsuka let out a long sigh and sat down on the ground without any regard for her image.

Even though she didn't participate in the final battle, she felt it was more dangerous than the previous singularities.

I feel like I could be killed by the aftershocks of the battle if I'm not careful.

By the way, did those two manage to destroy this singularity?

Ritsuka thought to herself.

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Forty-Three - Soaking in the Hot Springs

"The Tower of the End is collapsing. Once the Holy Grail is retrieved, this singularity can be completely repaired."

Inside the control room, Roman let out a long sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair, relaxing his body.

Although he hadn't personally stepped onto the battlefield, his tension remained undiminished. The alarming data monitored by Chaldea was enough to send shivers down his spine.