Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Most of them were blasted to smithereens by fireballs as soon as they appeared. Even if any escaped, they were quickly dealt with and turned into Miss Surtr's experience points.

At some point, no shadow followers could be seen in sight anymore.

"Aren't you going to continue?"

Surtr's tone was somewhat regretful, but his vigilance was heightened.

She didn't think the other party would give up so easily, after all, purifying the Holy Grail was no different from death for Angra Mainyu.

Even if the other party can't come out now, they will most likely interfere with them in other ways.

Since they can summon shadow servants, can they summon other things?

After all, the Holy Grail is now completely under the control of the other side.

This made Surtr even more vigilant.

After she ceased shelling, the interior of the great cavern returned to silence, with only Medea's enigmatic prayers echoing from behind.

It was like the calm before a storm.

suddenly.

A jet-black dagger shot out from the shadows toward Ilya's head.

A strike as cunning as a venomous snake; an ordinary person probably wouldn't even know how they were killed.

But Miss Surtr remained vigilant, keeping a close watch on the surroundings; the two were only a few steps apart.

A flame rose from behind Ilya's head, then quickly went out.

Ding-dong.

A metallic clanging sound came from the ground, and an iron handle fell to the floor.

It's just ordinary metal; she could melt it instantly if she wanted to.

At the same time, she raised her hand and shot a fireball at one of the corners of the large cavity!

A black shadow darted out from the shadows, dressed similarly to a shadow follower, but with some differences.

Beneath the black hood, one could clearly see a white skull mask being worn.

Cursed wrist?

But there were some differences. Compared to the original, the opponent felt more like a Shadow Servant. However, in terms of strength, she was much better than the previous weaklings; she should be considered an elite monster.

I roughly understand the Holy Grail's strategy: if they can't focus on quantity, they'll focus on quality. But now that even the Cursed Arm has appeared, can Hercules be far behind?

Thinking this, a black whirlwind rose in the space, and a jet-black giant rushed out from it, wielding a giant sword and charging towards Surtr.

Black mist swirled around him, and his crimson pupils were filled with madness. Compared to the first time they met, the current Hercules seemed more deserving of the title of beast.

"Berserker!"

Seemingly having spotted an acquaintance, Ilya, who was obediently acting as a power bank behind her, unconsciously called out.

You could hear the suppressed anger in the other person's tone; they clearly didn't want to see their good friend in this terrible state.

Stoneblade quickly reached Surtr's head. Without panicking, she took out Levantine from her backpack.

The sound of metal colliding with stone echoed in the large cavity, and Surtr showed a surprised expression as he felt the force of the blow.

In terms of physical strength alone, this guy is already approaching the original.

and.

Surtr forcefully deflected the attack and sliced ​​open his opponent's chest with the blade; the wound was shallower than expected.

The attack, which should have cleaved through the chest, only managed to tear through the skin.

It even resembles a Noble Phantasm.

Although their actual strength is still inferior to that of the original, the two Servants combined are enough to cause her some trouble.

It takes some effort.

A feeling of intense heat, the complete opposite of what had just occurred, rose from the cave.

If Apollo's power is like the warm sun in winter, then Surtr's power is like a raging volcano, making one sweat just by looking at it.

"It's so hot."

Behind her, Lizzie pulled up her collar.

The android has a strong ability to self-regulate in response to environmental changes, but the rising heat in the air still made her uncomfortable.

It's not just about the ambient temperature; it's more like a feeling that comes from the heart.

Just like seeing flames makes you feel hot, and seeing ice makes you feel cold.

She sensed something frightening in that heat.

Despite a weak sense of self, they are surprisingly perceptive in certain areas.

Sera, standing beside him, had more to think about, recalling the introduction the other person had given when he introduced himself.

Surtr.

As a member of a Nordic family, she was clearly familiar with the name.

Is it not just a case of sharing the same name?

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Trouble.

This is definitely a big problem.

Those guys used to be mass-produced products too.

The berserkers in front of us are multiplying rapidly.

Black shadows kept forming in the large void, and because they couldn't be killed quickly, their numbers only increased over time.

Miss Medea, didn't you say earlier that there wouldn't be much resistance?

If we release these guys, not many Servants could handle them.

Hercules is alright; he only attacks head-on like a mad dog. Moreover, the combat experience ingrained in his body after becoming a Shadow Servant has disappeared, leaving him with only a set of Shakira's Eight Slashes that he is extremely skilled at.

The more troublesome one is that cunning old man, Assassin.

Its strength is extremely average, but it will secretly stab you in the back.

With the Berserker drawing fire from the front, it's quite difficult to block all the attacks.

Although the group in front of her couldn't defeat her even if they all joined forces, the victory condition for this game wasn't to kill the opponent, but to protect our own units.

So, she needs to find help.

'Come out, my double.'

Silently reciting some somewhat embarrassing lines to himself, Surtr hurled his flaming sword into the Berserker horde.

The flaming sword pierced the chest of a Berserker, followed by a burst of brilliant flames emanating from him.

The giant, made of lava, tore through the flames, brandished its fiery sword, and roared as it destroyed everything around it.

The brief battle made Surtr realize one thing.

These guys are also susceptible to ridicule.

Although they might initially target Medea or Illya, they always end up rushing towards the most conspicuous object. This is probably because they lack rationality.

As Levantine's "sword spirit," the Molten Core Giant Shadow will never die unless Levantine breaks down or Miss Surtr runs out of magic.

The perfect tank!

Let the enemy draw fire so that Surtr can focus on protecting the four.

A perfect solution.

Moreover, the stronger the enemy, the more she can gain, making it even more perfect.

"Is that her familiar? How can she face so many monsters at the same time?"

The maid watching from the rear was astonished as she watched the giant molten core that charged in and out of the shadows seven times.

Judging from the stats alone, it doesn't seem weaker than a Servant.

"That's Surtr's double."

Protected behind her, Ilya, who had changed from standing to sitting, began to explain.

"Although I hate to admit it, even Berserker was sent flying with a single punch when they first met."

As if recalling some unpleasant memory, Ilya's small face showed a gritted-teeth expression.

"He's that strong?"

Sera's lips parted slightly.

Surtr himself is already incredibly powerful, yet he summons such a powerful familiar.

"But why is it called a substitute? Is that a name for a familiar?"

Sera looked puzzled.

Even the magic knowledge passed down in the Einzbern family does not include this knowledge.

"I'm not entirely sure either, but that's what Surtr said. She also calls herself a Stand user or something."

aside.

Despite focusing most of his attention on preventing assassin attacks, Surtr's keen senses allowed him to overhear the conversation between master and servant.

how to say.

I only meant to make a joke back then, but it's still quite strange to hear someone explaining it to her so seriously now.

I hope that something like a Stand user will never actually appear in this world again.

It's quite interesting.

With that thought in mind, Surtr continued her shooting game.

An assassin shrouded in black mist emerged from the shadows, his figure drifting towards Surtr like a ghost.

Then, they were hit head-on by a huge fireball.

Like the initial minions, most of Assassin's body was instantly reduced to ashes by the explosion.

?

A question mark popped into Surtr's mind.

These aren't the initial mobs, but elite monsters; a fireball of this power shouldn't have killed them.

Not only that, the kill notifications in my head have decreased, and the loot drops have become almost indistinguishable from those from regular enemies.

what's the situation?

Surtr tilted his head.

These guys seem to be getting weak quickly.

Not only assassins, but also berserkers.

why?

This is not a difficult question to answer.

Aside from the impossible possibility that Angolan Mainyu didn't have blue, the only remaining explanation seems to be the ritual itself.

This space is currently filled with Apollo's divine power. Although almost all of it is used for the evolution of the Holy Grail, even a small portion that has escaped is enough to have a considerable impact.

No matter how powerful they are molded, they are ultimately nothing more than shadow followers, things gathered from the remnants of followers' resentment. The power of the God of Light can be considered a kind of special attack.

Moreover, this effect becomes stronger as the ritual progresses.

Therefore, the longer the time drags on, the less she will gain!

Thinking of this, Surtr quickly increased his strength, trying to kill those guys before they were completely wiped out by the ritual.

Just as she was striving to improve herself, Medea's chanting behind her was gradually coming to an end.

Unlike some animations where a ritual requires chanting for several days, the ritual can operate on its own once the initial connection is established, until the black mud is completely purified.