Miss Surtr will ignite the world

This was just a minor incident. Surtr didn't even pay attention to Zouken Matou's movements before Zouken himself was burned to ashes by the dissipating flames.

His gaze fell on the black-robed figure ahead.

Levantine held the sword in his hand, the blade piercing the ground, the broad blade firmly blocking a ferocious hand, preventing it from advancing an inch.

Legend has it that Hassan the Cursed Arm used ancient Middle Eastern magic to obtain the arm of the demon god "Shaiyi Tuo Nai" at the cost of his own right hand.

It can project the target of murder into a mirror, and then use ethereal blocks to create a perfect replica of the target. If the replica is killed, the original body will also die.

It is an extremely advanced form of magic.

Unlike Cú Chulainn's infallible spear, although Cursed Arm's Noble Phantasm is basically a one-hit kill against humanoid creatures, it doesn't have any guaranteed hit ability; you need to touch the opponent first to trigger its effect.

If you don't encounter it, then it's completely meaningless.

If she still manages to succeed even after knowing where the enemy's target is, she might as well go home, wash up, and go to sleep.

Seeing that his first attack had failed, Assassin began to plan his retreat.

Unlike those superficial assassins who seem to be unstoppable, Assassin is a true assassin. The red-haired guy in front of him is clearly not right. He not only pulled out a greatsword that looks like a Noble Phantasm, but also blocked his fatal blow.

We cannot confront them head-on.

The assassin's intuition told him so, and that's what he did.

But someone who was already prepared would obviously not let him escape so easily.

That three-meter-long right hand had become a burden at this moment, as a hand wrapped in flames grasped the thin, bamboo-like arm.

A burning sensation spread through Assassin's body, followed by a tremendous force coming from his arm.

Struggling to resist, but to no avail.

Surtr's power is so great that even Lancer could only dodge it; pulling an Assassin over would be incredibly easy for him.

It's like a tattered rag that can be slaughtered at will.

The shadowy figure was forced to fly towards Surtr, and a jade-like hand grew larger and larger in his vision until it covered his head.

Then, he pressed down suddenly.

boom!

Its gaunt body was embedded in the ground.

Click.

My consciousness blurred for a moment, and I couldn't tell if it was the sound of a mask or a skull cracking that came from my head.

But it seems like it doesn't matter anymore.

Flames rose from his palm, engulfing Assassin's head and spreading throughout his body.

Until a warning sounded in his mind, the corpse in front of him had already vanished without a trace.

[Kill Assassin]

[Reward: 100 Primogems]

[Slay 210 Mark Insects]

[Reward: 21 Primogems]

[Current Originium: 421]

Very few.

Forget about the bugs. Although the Assassin isn't particularly strong, a Servant only gives 100 Primogems, which is much less than the quest rewards.

Why is there such a big difference between the loot dropped by the enemy and the quest rewards?

Surtr asked himself.

[After all, the main business of this system is to fulfill wishes; kill rewards are just a side benefit. You can think of it as the difference between a quest and a treasure chest.]

System explanation.

Okay, then.

Surtr accepted this explanation; there was nothing he could do about it.

However, if that's the case, then she's becoming more and more eager for the Holy Grail.

"Medea, go outside and keep watch. Don't let that old worm's true form escape. I'm going to find the source of the black mud."

Surtr gave Medea instructions.

That black mud is too dangerous; it's best to burn it all as soon as possible to avoid being ambushed later.

With Medea watching over things outside, there's no need to worry about the old bug running away.

"Ah, oh."

Medea nodded blankly, as if she hadn't quite come to her senses yet.

The battle just now was too fast. It had been less than thirty seconds since it started. A Servant was killed by his own Master, and the surrounding swarm of insects was also wiped out.

Although Assassin isn't considered strong, he's still a genuine Servant.

And the swarm of insects, enhanced by the black mud, would have been difficult even for Medea to handle, yet they were burned away so easily.

Looking around at the flames that exuded an aura of destruction.

Sure enough, names aren't just given randomly.

"Did you really hear me clearly?"

Seeing the other person's dazed expression, Surtr waved his hand in front of the other person's face.

"Okay, don't let the old bug escape, right? I'll remember that."

"That's good. Be careful not to get caught by those bugs."

Surtr offered a reminder.

"Don't worry, Master."

Medea's tone was confident; now that she knew the other party's methods, dealing with them wouldn't be difficult.

"Ah."

"Oh, right, if possible, try to let me deliver the final blow."

Even the smallest mosquito leg is still meat.

"The final blow, I understand."

"Please be careful as well."

Although puzzled, Medea had no objections. She transformed into spirit particles and disappeared from Surtur's sight.

After watching the other person leave, Surtr turned his gaze back into the house.

Pulling out Levantine, surrounded by flames, he walked towards the place where malice was most intense.

In the basement of the Matou family's house, Zouken Matou's hunched body reappeared on the high platform.

He didn't look any different, but his aura was much weaker than before.

Although theoretically, as long as the original body doesn't die, he can live indefinitely.

But that's only in theory. Each time his clone is killed, it consumes his already limited life force, making him even weaker as he's barely clinging to life.

His fear made him instinctively appear in the safest place in the entire mansion.

"What exactly is that flame? Is it some kind of mystery passed down from the Age of Gods?"

Zouken Matou's voice trembled; he didn't want to experience that burning pain again.

The enemy's strength was greater than he had expected, but it didn't matter; there were still many insects, and he also had Assassin.

The opponent is a Servant; once hit by their Noble Phantasm, no matter how powerful they are, they will be defeated.

My thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

As if a pause button had been pressed, Zouken Matou's body froze in place.

Just now, Assassin's contract with himself disappeared.

Are you kidding me? How long has it been?

How could an assassin with high agility and presence concealment be killed before even having time to use a Command Spell?

What kind of monster is it?

Zouken Matou, whose swarm of insects had been completely burned to ashes, could not see the scene on the ground, but his intuition told him that it must have been done by that red-haired woman.

The pain of being burned by flames still lingered on his body, and the image of Surtr was magnified infinitely in Zouken Matou's mind because of fear.

The wooden cane in his hand kept striking the ground, revealing his inner unease.

The ten years of planning vanished before it could even take effect.

Resentment? Undoubtedly. But more than anything, it was fear of the unknown and of death.

We have to escape.

Zouken Matou was undoubtedly afraid of death, otherwise he wouldn't have survived for over five hundred years.

But how do we leave? There are two "servants" outside.

"Tap, tap..."

The moment this thought crossed his mind, footsteps came from above, and the feeling of heat surged through Zouken Matou's body once again.

Have they arrived yet?

Zouken Matou looked at the intersection and instinctively backed away, all the way to the edge of the platform.

Looking down, there's a swarm of insects below; looking up, there's a ceiling that's already cracked.

FSN: Chapter Twelve - I Don't Cooperate with the Dead

A tall building a few hundred meters away from the Kiri family home.

Rin Tohsaka stood at the edge of the fence, gazing into the distance.

"Archer, what can you see?"

She looked at the white-haired man in the red trench coat standing to the side.

After dark, because she was concerned about Surtr's actions, Rin brought Archer to scout the area. To avoid being discovered, they didn't dare get too close, but fortunately, Archer had excellent eyesight.

"Caster and the others entered the Matou house."

"Assassin used his Noble Phantasm to block the door, and then... then he was instantly killed by Caster's Master."

Archer stammered as he described the scene he had just witnessed.

Although they were indoors, their fight took place right at the doorway, and Archer witnessed it all.

Are you sure you're not joking?

An incredulous voice rang in her ears, and Rin stared wide-eyed at Archer.

"The Assassin used his Noble Phantasm, and then he was instantly killed, or by his Master?"

She recognizes each word individually, but why can't she understand anything when they're put together?

Even though she had never seen a Servant fight, she knew from the information her father left behind that Servants were not beings that a magician could contend with, let alone when the other party used a Noble Phantasm.

Are you kidding me?

“But what I said is true.”

Archer was also helpless.

"That Master is completely abnormal. Not only is his combat power ridiculously strong, but he also has a sword that looks like a Noble Phantasm, but he has never used it except to block the Assassin's Noble Phantasm."

"She also has a Noble Phantasm! So is she a Master or a Servant?"

Rin scratched her head, which was already a bit dazed. Where did this freak come from, a Master who could defeat a Servant head-on?

"We probably need to treat them as two Servants, and the other one's Servant is a Caster. If we let her build up her position, it will be very troublesome."

Archer's expression turned serious.

"If possible, we should eliminate them in the early stages."