Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"receive."

A simple response.

Surtr's aura suddenly changed.

It's like going from a listless office worker who just wanted to leave work early to a winner who just won the lottery and quit his job on the spot.

Despite losing his mind, Berserker's beastly instincts allowed him to perceive the changes in the enemy before him.

Like a wild beast threatening its enemy, it roared fiercely and swung its greatsword down.

The shattered stones will fly in all directions, the concrete road will break, and the soil underground will be forced to churn up.

But clearly, this powerful strike missed its mark.

The next moment, a small shoe stepped onto the center of the greatsword.

The immense force, contrary to its appearance, caused the stone greatsword to sink even further, while at the same time, the blade of the flaming sword pressed against the giant's chest.

Light and heat converge on the blade.

It converges, then expands.

"Article 1."

A murmur came from their mouths, and then, a dazzling burst of fire erupted from the center of the two of them.

Berserker's upper body was almost dissolved in an instant; the powerful defense provided by the Twelve Trials did not stop this long-planned attack.

The heatwave and impact spread outwards, and the roadside trees on both sides were ignited by the flames, quickly turning them bald.

The sudden change in the battle situation caught everyone off guard.

Surtr, who had been on the defensive, suddenly launched an attack and actually killed Berserker. The reversal was so fast that it seemed unreal.

The silver-haired little girl, who was watching the battle from a distance, opened her mouth.

She was indeed shocked once again, never expecting that the guy who called himself a Stand user would have such great power.

But it only lasted for a moment.

Even if she killed Berserker, so what? The resistance to the Twelve Trials would gradually accumulate as the damage was healed. She didn't have a second chance.

“Kill her, Berserker…”

Ilya's voice stopped abruptly, and a surge of magical energy emanated from behind her.

Subconsciously turning around, I saw a figure in black robes reflected in my ruby-like pupils.

A figure suddenly appeared from the magic circle, holding a lightning-shaped dagger in his right hand.

Goodbye, kid.

Medea thought to herself.

The dagger fell.

FSN: Chapter 21 - The Last Moment

The figure in the black robe was reflected in the jewel-like pupils.

The woman stood high above the girl, just a step away, and the dagger in her hand would fall on the girl's body in a second.

The familiar that had been guarding her side had suddenly gone silent, and her petite body was uncontrollably leaning backward as she twisted.

"Berserker!"

Her moist lips opened and closed unconsciously, and red lines covered her entire body.

The next moment, the black figure, through a miracle, transcended the barriers of space and arrived beside the girl in an instant.

A glint flashed in his eyes, but it immediately turned into despair.

The smell of burning emanated from the eerie substance on the ground, which was almost unrecognizable as human. Most of its body, including its head, had disappeared, and even the remaining lower half was still burning with crimson flames.

This injury is nothing to Berserker; it will regenerate in no time.

But right now, what we lack most is time.

If she had rushed up and fought Medea hand-to-hand, she might have had a chance of survival, but now, that last chance has been wasted.

The woman stepped forward.

The dagger in his hand suddenly swung downwards.

But faster than the dagger was a thunderbolt falling from the sky.

The bright white electric light turned the space pale, and the pungent smell of burning metal filled the air.

The lightning struck the center of the two, and the shockwave sent them flying.

At this moment, in the sky, the clouds transformed into vortexes, and a chilling magic emanated from the center of these vortexes.

The next moment, two strong and muscular bulls emerged from the clouds.

The divine ox treads on the void, its hooves crackling with thunder, pulling a classically designed two-horse chariot as it bursts out of the clouds, its wings crackling with dazzling lightning as it forcefully charges into the battlefield.

“olalalalalalla......”

The roar and thunder rumbled across the sky, the divine wheels of the chariot rumbled, shaking the very atmosphere.

Each loud bang unleashed magical power comparable to a full-force attack from an ordinary Servant; if he had wanted to, he might have been able to kill Medea and Illya together.

A feeling of numbness spread through Medea's body.

He lifted his robe and retreated as if flying close to the ground.

"Tsk, so they really came."

Raising her head, Medea looked directly at the king who was falling from the sky, recalling her Master's introduction of him.

Rider, whose real name was Iskandar, was the conqueror king of Macedonia.

His own stats aren't particularly outstanding, but the Noble Phantasms he possesses are all exceptionally troublesome.

The Noble Phantasm "Divine Wheel" can unleash divine thunder symbolizing Zeus, and "King's Army" is an extraordinary innate barrier.

There was also a replica of Arthur who could unleash the Holy Lance.

If a real fight breaks out, they won't have the upper hand.

The only way is to catch them off guard.

The timeline is a little earlier.

The top of the building.

"That master intends to take action against the Einzbern ruler."

Weber drew his own conclusions.

This is not hard to guess.

Berserker's strength is obvious to the naked eye; fighting him is far less efficient than directly engaging the Master.

And now, the distance between Berserkers and Masters is indeed gradually widening.

That Einzbern Master was far too arrogant, appearing so openly on the battlefield.

Come to think of it, the previous Eindzbern was in a similar situation.

Looking at Illya's figure, Waver couldn't help but think of the noblewoman who stood openly behind Saber in the first battle.

Is this some kind of family tradition?

He muttered to himself.

But now is not the time to think about these things.

The opponent's Servant is a Caster, and with the Master's powerful combat strength, capturing and forcibly contracting a Servant would not be difficult. We must stop them.

"Rider, I suggest we go and rescue Berserker's Master."

He made the suggestion to the rider.

From a strategic perspective, the best opportunity to intervene would be after the Berserker's Master is attacked.

But Webber knew that Rider most likely wouldn't want to resort to such tricks.

Weber looked at the other person and explained his thoughts one by one, anxiously awaiting the other person's response.

Perhaps it was excitement; he was always eager to show himself in front of the other person, wanting them to see his growth over the years.

It feels like a young boy in front of his crush, always trying to impress her, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

It's probably just his imagination.

Rider rested his chin on his hand, and after a moment, he grinned, revealing two rows of gleaming teeth.

"Well said."

“I sensed a divine affinity from that Berserker; he must be a descendant of that great god.”

"It would be a real shame to see such an opponent leave the stage like this."

"Let's get involved!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted Webber on the back, then reached out, drew the Cyprus Sword from his side, and swung it into the air.

At this moment, on the battlefield.

The red-haired king landed on the ground, driving his chariot. The divine bull pulling the chariot exhaled a breath crackling with electricity, shook its head, and its dark, round eyes swept around with a sharp gaze.

The king was flanked by his strategist and his disciple, his towering figure standing in the center like an iron tower, drawing all attention.

Medea's expression was obscured by her hood as she stood some distance away. Ilya fell to the ground from the impact, looking up at the tall figure in front of her.

The battlefield fell silent for a moment.

Rider scanned both sides with his dark red pupils, his gaze lingering for a moment on the charred corpse burning on the ground.

Surtr's sudden attack was clearly beyond everyone's expectations; even Rider didn't expect that the opponent could kill Berserker in just a few seconds.

But judging from the little master's initial reaction, this doesn't seem to be a big problem for the Berserker.

Is there some kind of Noble Phantasm that can bring someone back to life?

Rider kept this guess to himself.

Looking around, if he hadn't expected it, what should have been the scene of him raising his arms and speaking to the followers around him about his grand plans and achievements was to come.

But he suddenly stopped speaking, and his expression abruptly turned serious.

He didn't see the red-haired master on the field! Where did she go?

The rider, having loosened his grip, tightened his grip on the reins again, ready to unleash the mighty wheel at any moment.

Before this.

Snapped.

From somewhere, a crisp snap of fingers reached everyone's ears.

Immediately afterwards, Ilya's panicked voice came from the side.

"Berserker!"

Attracted by the shouts, everyone turned around.

What met their eyes was a sudden burst of dazzling firelight.

Even though his body had recovered most of its strength, the surging flames on Berserker's body showed no signs of disappearing; on the contrary, they grew even stronger.

The scorching heatwave transformed into a storm, surging outwards from Berserker's center, enveloping and surrounding everyone, and finally transforming into a giant tornado that shot into the sky.

"This is... that Master's Noble Phantasm? Didn't she just use it once? How could she use such a large-scale attack so soon?"

A bead of sweat trickled down Weber's forehead as he stared in shock at the flames swirling around him.

Just how much magic does she possess?

No, considering her outrageous physical abilities and strange appearance, it's questionable whether she's even human.

Could it be something similar to Gray?

"They're so enthusiastic."

Amidst the storm of flames, Rider grinned, large beads of sweat sliding down his forehead.