Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Reality: The front courtyard of Ryudong Temple.

A flash of light, and four people and a dragon appeared in the courtyard.

As the sun began to set in the west, the dim sunlight tinged the clouds on the horizon with a hazy yellow hue.

"Phew, I knew something was off about that place. Turns out, this is reality."

As the sun set, Talulah let out a long sigh and expressed her feelings.

"What terrible air."

"..."

This guy really doesn't play by the rules.

"Fighting here would affect others. This is not the Age of Gods anymore; dragons are now just legends."

"Don't run around everywhere from now on, or it will cause a lot of trouble."

Surtr reminded him.

If this thing gets out, it's bound to cause a stir.

Last night it was the Great Sun Tathagata, so today it will probably become the Eight Legions of Devas and Asuras.

"Hey~ You're trying to restrict the freedom of a dragon."

As if expressing her dissatisfaction, Talulah slapped the ground with her thick, long tail, and with a casual flick, swept away the nearby pile of stones.

For this behemoth that is nearly thirty meters (the size has been slightly altered), the yard still seems a bit too small.

Fortunately, Ryudouji Temple had been demolished by Surtr before this, so there's no need to worry about pets destroying the house.

"If you can shrink your size, I'll take you out."

"You're making things difficult for me."

She's just a dragon, her strength comes entirely from her stats, she doesn't have all those strange and unusual skills.

"That won't work."

"If you want to go out, I'll take you for a walk tonight. Now let's find a place to lie down in the back hills."

Surtr waved her hand and sighed inwardly. She felt like she was raising a husky instead of a dragon, and she had to take it out for a walk regularly.

"It's a deal."

Wagging its tail, Talulah climbed towards the back of the mountain.

Before leaving, the other party gave a reminder.

"Oh, and for dinner tonight, I'd like to eat beef."

Perhaps because it was sure of its own safety, the dragon became a bit unruly and even dared to make demands.

"Have something to eat!"

Surtr kicked the guy's tail into the air and decided that he would just pluck a few blades of grass from the guy later.

"Is Surtr going dragon-walking tonight? I want to go too."

Ilya's eyes sparkled; riding a dragon was something she might only experience once in her lifetime.

"No, you're going to be on my operating table later, so don't even think about it."

Before Surtr could answer, Medea grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up.

"Hey, it's not a big deal if we're a day late."

"No, I've already made all the arrangements."

"How could this happen!"

"Next time, anyway, Talulah isn't going to run away."

Surtr patted the other person on the head, comforting him.

Ignoring the dejected Ilya, and seeing Talulah move away, Medea approached Surtr and quietly asked.

"Master, could you please ask Talulah for a few dragon scales? It would be best if you could also get some dragon blood."

The saying "a dragon is a treasure from head to toe" is not just a saying. Dragon scales, dragon blood, dragon teeth, dragon heart—each one is a precious treasure that is hard to come by, especially since the other party is a pure-blooded dragon species, which is not in the same league as a wyvern or other sub-dragon.

Don't be fooled by Surtr's casual burning; with the defensive power of her dragon scales, ordinary missiles probably wouldn't be able to penetrate them.

If we had dragon scales, the defensive issues of the Black Swan Mystic Code would be completely resolved.

However, in that case, the clothing would need to be less revealing, and it would be best to cover the entire body.

And it cannot affect the speed.

I need to seriously consider clothes that are both lightweight and can cover the whole body.

"Okay, I'll get it for you."

Surtr unilaterally agreed, with no intention of considering Talulah's opinion at all.

Since we've already burned so many, a few more pieces shouldn't be a problem. Yes, definitely no problem.

"Talulah, wait."

Thinking this, Surtr shouted at the other person.

Ahead, the massive object suddenly shuddered, then rapidly moved its limbs and rushed towards the back mountain.

The dragon's hearing was incredibly acute; even from this distance, it could hear their conversation. Damn it, they'd already revealed their true nature—they wanted to kill the dragon and take its eggs—so quickly.

Removing scales hurts a lot!

"Help! A dragon is being killed!"

On that day, a pig-like scream echoed over Ryudong Temple.

into the night.

Liudong Temple, behind the mountain.

Talulah's enormous body lay prostrate on the dried-up lakebed, her eyes closed in contentment.

She fell in love with this auspicious location at first sight.

It was just the right size to accommodate her body, and the ground was very warm, making it especially comfortable to lie on.

Surtr ultimately did not take the scales directly.

It wasn't that she was being overly kind; it was just that during the recovery process, the damaged scales on the other person's body would automatically fall off and be replaced by new scales. There were quite a few of them, and many of them were in relatively good condition, which was enough for her needs.

As for dragon blood, just draw it directly.

It doesn't hurt that much.

This guy's recovery ability is quite impressive; he recovered almost completely from such severe burns in just a few hours.

Are all dragons like this? Or is this one just more durable?

Thinking this, Surtr approached the other person, held up the bag in his hand, and said to him.

"Your dinner. McDonald's deluxe double-layer beef stew, it tastes good."

Opening her eyes, Talulah stared dumbfounded at the bag in Surtr's hand, which was no bigger than her teeth.

"Are you sure you're not joking?"

This thing is too small even to fill a gap between her teeth.

"Eat it or don't, it's up to you."

Surtr looked indifferent and casually tossed the bag into the other person's mouth. Where was she going to get a whole cow for someone these days?

"Let's go, I'll take you for a walk next."

Surtur leaped onto the dragon's head and picked up the reins.

Night has fallen, and at this hour, it won't attract much attention.

She's going out to walk the dog.

fsn: Chapter Fifty-Six has a cow!

Fuyuki City.

Attentive residents may have noticed that over the past week, there has been a lot of thunder and lightning in the night sky, but no rain has fallen.

Tonight, the thunder roared once more, accompanied by lightning, sweeping from the city center toward the mountains.

High in the sky, above the dark clouds, an ancient chariot pulled by a divine ox sped toward Ryudong Temple, treading on lightning.

Three figures, one in red, one in black, and one in gray, stood on the car seat. A moment later, a dilapidated shadow vaguely appeared in their sight.

"Grey, I might have to ask you for help later."

From his seat, Weber spoke to his disciple beside him.

This generation's Caster, whose real name is Medea, is a magician who is second to none even in the entire history of humankind.

Given their skill level, they are capable of creating a temple that is a level higher than a workshop.

Even for a Rider, it wouldn't be wise to storm into a territory of that caliber, let alone face that terrifying Surtr.

If he were alone, he would absolutely not agree to this kind of operation.

But now that Gray is by his side, the power of the Holy Lance gives him a better chance of winning this battle.

It's really embarrassing to admit. He's a teacher, but he relies on his student in everything. If it weren't for the student, he probably would have lost the Holy Grail War long ago.

"I understand, Master..."

Gray nodded vigorously.

Just then, Rider's deep roar came from beside him.

"You two, watch out! Something bad is coming!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a high-pitched dragon roar resounded from among the clouds.

Woohoo!!! (So satisfying.)

The next moment, a huge dark red figure broke through the clouds, resembling a lizard with bat-like wings, a thick neck, and a ferocious head.

The figure weaves through the sea of ​​clouds, its immense presence radiating outwards without restraint.

"Master, Master, Master, that's a dragon!"

After a moment of stunned silence, Gray opened his mouth wide, his tongue slightly tied in knots.

Dragons are among the pinnacle of fantasy creatures, capable of generating vast amounts of magic simply by breathing.

Having been raised from childhood as the vessel for King Arthur, the British Red Dragon, she was no stranger to this creature, but this was the first time she had actually seen it in real life.

How majestic!

How beautiful.

Forgive her limited language skills, but she can't think of a better way to put it right now.

Its slender and graceful figure tumbles in the sea of ​​clouds, its mirror-like scales reflecting the soft moonlight, its agile form resembling a fish swimming in the sea.

Of course, if she could understand what that guy just said, she probably wouldn't think that way.

"Ah, I see it."

Weber gripped his cigar with slightly trembling hands, feeling he should have a smoke to calm himself down.

After a few days, that caster actually summoned a dragon, and it seems he even managed to tame it!

What's wrong?

One Surtr wasn't enough, adding another one is just too much of a disruption to the game balance.

Judging from the legends surrounding this dragon, it is most likely the dragon that guarded the Golden Fleece. Although there are no records of its achievements in the legends, its strength is undeniable, and ordinary first-class Servants are probably no match for it.

But this is not the most important.

Even a dragon, as powerful as it is, cannot directly confront the king's army, but there is one fatal flaw.

That is.

The other party can fly.