Miss Surtr will ignite the world

He admired the master's courage.

Even if the opponent can contend with Berserker, how dare they attack two Servants at once?

He didn't know where the other party's confidence came from, but the keen intuition he had developed from years of war made him sense danger.

Without hesitation, he swung the reins.

The surging lightning spread in all directions, and upon contact with the flames, it produced a violent explosion.

Lightning and flames intertwined and dissolved, this was not just elements, but a collision of magic against magic.

After trying it out, Rider chose the weakest point in the flames, his body enveloped in lightning, and rode the oxcart ahead.

“Berserker, keep up with them.”

Ilya was held by the reborn giant, gesturing for him to follow Rider closely.

Berserker's lack of fear of fire doesn't mean she's immune to it. If it weren't for Rider's protection that enveloped her as well, she would have had a hard time getting out of there.

I owe him a favor.

Meanwhile, Surtr stood outside the flames.

It was as if one could see the figures within the flames.

As if he had determined the direction, Surtr raised his hand and threw the Flame Sword into the air.

This is the final blow.

fsn: Chapter Twenty-Two I am, Surtr

As dusk fell, a ray of fire burst forth from the horizon.

The giant raised his flaming sword high, the flames converging on the blade, like a volcano erupting before him, the burst of firelight momentarily overshadowing the setting sun behind him.

This is the scene that the four of them saw after they burst out of the fiery tornado.

Scorching, enormous, and despairing.

The pungent smell of sulfur filled my nostrils.

Just how much destructive magic power was concentrated in that sword? They would soon be able to experience it for themselves.

The moment they appeared, the Flame Sword swung down.

There wasn't even a chance to dodge.

Rider's expression was extremely serious.

The enemy was already prepared, just waiting for them to rush into their swords.

No, if they hadn't come out, they probably would have been struck dead in the tornado.

Ha, I've really been tricked.

It seems the other party had already discovered them beforehand; if they hadn't come, they would have gotten the Berserker; if they had come, they would have stayed with them.

That was a truly bold and radical operation.

Even when facing a perilous situation, Rider had to admire the other party's audacity.

Come to think of it, a similar situation happened before. That time it was at night, and the other person was also carrying a sword. He was also driving his oxcart towards the other person in the same way.

However, it didn't succeed in the end.

So, what will happen this time?

Rider grinned, flicked the reins, and maximized his magical power to greet the setting sun.

But that probably isn't enough.

Having just broken through the flames, a portion of the magic power had already been used up. In such a rush, the amount of magic power that could be gathered was limited, and it would probably be impossible to completely defend against it.

Looks like the car is going to be lost again.

He pretended to be optimistic, but the next moment, a childish yet unusually firm shout came from behind him.

"Berserker!!!"

Almost simultaneously, a massive black shadow burst forth from behind, its towering form like a shield, catching Rider's eye and meeting the scorching sun head-on.

The sound of flesh being burned by flames came from ahead.

In just a few moments, the giant's skin, blood, and even bones were reduced to dust by the flames. But the giant did buy a little time for the people behind him.

"Defeat the opponent! Rider!"

Weber shouted.

This man, who was not good at sports, shouted out those words with almost the fastest reaction speed he had ever had in his life.

He also thought of ten years ago, but back then he couldn't do anything but hug the other person's legs and yell.

Things are different now.

He had already experienced much before this Holy Grail War, and he decided to achieve victory together with Rider.

With a single Command Seal, Rider's already surging magical power expanded instantly under the effect of the miracle, and the lightning surrounding him reached an unprecedented level.

The next moment, the thunderbolts symbolizing Zeus and the flames of destruction collided violently on the street.

The intense heat melted the ground, the escaping lightning tore apart buildings, and the spreading shockwave shattered the entire street into pieces.

A massive mushroom cloud filled with fire and thunder shot into the sky.

The shockwave sent Ilya's petite frame staggering back two steps as she shielded her face with her arms, squinting at the epicenter of the explosion.

"how's it going?"

She murmured to herself.

At the same time, be alert to your surroundings to prevent a surprise attack from the caster.

If we don't let the Berserker go forward, we'll be wiped out; if we let the enemy go forward, they'll most likely be ambushed by the Caster.

Choose the lesser of two evils.

Ilya felt that as long as she was vigilant, she could hold off Caster for a while.

Of course, this is on the premise that the one who comes is a caster.

"It's a close contest."

A clear, melodious female voice suddenly rang out from behind, and a soft hand stroked Ilya's head, rubbing it like it was petting a cat.

"While the Divine Wheel is powerful, in terms of pure destructive power, it is still inferior to Levantine. However, with the support of Berserker and Command Seals, it managed to achieve a draw."

A female voice explained the battle situation to Ilya.

Don't ask her why she knows so much; Ilya doesn't really want to know.

Surtr could feel the little guy beneath him stiffen instantly, his lips parting as if he wanted to say something.

But Surtr clearly wouldn't give them a chance.

The excruciating pain started in my abdomen and then spread throughout my body.

Ilya looked down and saw a dagger stuck in her abdomen. A woman in black robes appeared in front of her, a smile playing on her lips painted with purple lipstick.

"Gotcha this time, kid."

Although there was no blood, an excruciating pain, as if nerves were being ripped out, instantly spread throughout his body. The Command Seals etched all over his body uncontrollably surfaced.

Clutching her stomach, Ilya crouched down, curled up, and murmured the name she trusted most.

“berserker......”

But there was no response. The contract had vanished the instant she was stabbed by the dagger, and the other party could no longer hear her voice.

In an instant, his jewel-like pupils dimmed, like those of a broken doll.

After observing her for a while and finding that she was simply withdrawn, Surtr stopped paying attention to her.

She's not some kind of emotional guru, and she can't utter any outrageous statements like, "I did kill the Berserker, but you still have me."

The two are unlikely to have many interactions after this. After resolving her issues, they will hand her over to Shirou Emiya and let him use his kindness to influence her.

However, this little brat is already eighteen years old, so she's not really a child anymore; she's a legal loli.

Unfortunately, she didn't like lolis.

At the same time, Surtr received a kill notification in his mind.

[Kill Berserker]

[Reward: 300 Primogems]

[Current Originium: 1173.2]

Berserker is dead.

Once the contract is severed, the other party, without a supply of magic, cannot possibly revive on their own.

However, she just saw the task list, and the other party's task was still there.

Can you do missions involving dead people?

[Because the Servant is a dead person, this is a special case and wouldn't work under normal circumstances.]

System explanation.

Surtr nodded, no longer dwelling on it.

Raise your hand.

From the smoke and dust, a crimson greatsword flew out and landed in her palm.

Although Levantine should be classified as a Noble Phantasm, it is still quite different from other Noble Phantasms.

It is conscious; the lava giant is like the opponent's spirit. As long as magic power is provided, Surtr doesn't necessarily have to do it herself to unleash the Noble Phantasm.

Following closely behind was Rider's chariot.

The chariot stopped ten meters away from Surtur. Apart from some burnt fur on the two sacred bulls, it did not appear to be seriously damaged.

Rider's gaze fell first on Surtr's hands, then on Illya, who was crouching on the ground.

"I didn't expect you to succeed in the end."

He asked with a helpless expression.

"What do you plan to do with Berserker's Master? Since there are no more Servants, you shouldn't be so sure as to wipe them all out."

"I'll release her once the Holy Grail War is over."

Surtr spoke as if he were talking about getting a pet.

"The other party is clearly no longer a threat?"

"Just some personal preferences."

Surtr waved his hand, not lingering on the topic any longer.

"What brings you back here? You don't want to stay any longer, do you?"

"No, it's unnecessary now, and we already made quite a commotion."

Rider pointed around. The sound of sirens could already be heard in the distance; even with a barrier, the commotion couldn't be concealed.

He turned around and looked at Surtr with a serious expression.

"My name is Iskandar. Unknown Master, have you considered joining my ranks?"

As he spoke, Rider reached out his hand to Surtr.

A familiar invitation.

Hearing this, Surtr had the illusion that he had walked onto the set of Fate/Zero.

Nearby, Gray and Webber whispered to each other.

"Master, aren't the Servant's true name important? Is it really okay to just say it outright?"

That's just his personality.

Weber also gave a wry smile.

But that's precisely why the other person's figure is so attractive.