Miss Surtr will ignite the world

The Servants in the King's Army have no Noble Phantasms and lack anti-air capabilities, making the army essentially a sitting duck for the enemy.

The enemy doesn't seem to have discovered them yet. If they retreat now, it should still be in time. Afterwards, they can ally with the last group and eliminate the Caster group first. This should be the safest approach.

“Rider......”

Share your thoughts with the other party, and leave the decision of whether to engage or retreat to them.

"It's the right decision, but we've already come this far, it would be a shame to do nothing. Let's test their strength first."

Rider grinned broadly. He had experienced countless battlefields in his past life, but he had never fought against a dragon.

Even he couldn't help but feel his heart race, awe, and a fighting spirit when facing such a monster.

Of course, Rider wasn't a reckless person; at least he was confident he could retreat safely.

This is the sky; Caster's support cannot reach here.

They will only face the dragons and Surtr.

Although the inherent barrier, used as a trump card, is not very effective, the oxcart itself is an A+ rank Noble Phantasm. The two oxen pulling the cart are sacred beasts with ties to Zeus, and their strength should not be underestimated. Combined with Gray's Holy Lance, if they could break the dragon's wings and pull it into the King's Army, they might be able to defeat it.

"Moreover, we are already being watched."

In the distance, the dragon turned its ferocious head, its golden pupils spanning two kilometers as it gazed at the oxcart parked on the clouds, its eyes gleaming with excitement.

Surtr rode on the dragon's head, feeling the openness of the night sky.

This is a completely different feeling from flying on your own.

It's a pity that Ilya is still lying in Medea's workshop, otherwise she would be very happy.

I'll bring her tomorrow.

As Surtr was thinking this, suddenly, an excited roar came from beneath his feet.

There are cows!

What's wrong?

Following the other's gaze, Surtr narrowed her eyes and noticed the trio amidst the lightning-streaked clouds.

This guy has good eyesight; he noticed it from this far away.

It's the Riders coming from this direction; they're probably planning to raid their base.

I never expected to have such an unexpected reward just from taking a stroll around.

The original plan was to leave them for last, but it seems that dealing with them here is also an option.

With Talulah around, Surtr is now a little arrogant.

With a step on the dragon head, she gripped the Flame Sword and pointed it forward.

"Come on, those two cows are your dinner tonight. Whether you can eat them or not depends on your ability."

"dinner!"

The hungry dragon roars!

Talulah flapped its wings violently, the resulting gale scattering the sea of ​​clouds, and its massive body shot forward like a bolt of lightning. The enormous dragon rode the wind, hurtling straight towards the oxcart.

The dragon closed in at an incredible speed, closing the distance by almost half in the blink of an eye.

"Hold on tight, kid!"

Rider yelled, yanked the reins hard, channeled magic into the car, turned it around, and sped off in the opposite direction.

Lightning burst forth from the ox's feet, and the chariot's speed continued to increase.

"Want to run?"

As if stepping on the gas, Surtr lightly stomped his foot on Talulah's head.

As if understanding her intention, Talulah flapped her wings and her massive body accelerated once more.

As the strongest species, the speed, strength, and defense of dragons are far beyond what ordinary fantasy species can match.

For example, Pegasus, which can reach speeds of 400 kilometers per hour, is far slower than Talulah.

"Can't you shake them off?"

Rider glanced behind him; the enemy was less than a hundred meters away from the oxcart. Its massive jaws opened, revealing its ferocious teeth; it could probably swallow the oxcart and its two occupants in one gulp.

That's terrifying.

If Surtr knew what the other person was thinking, he would probably be very puzzled.

From her perspective, the creature at her feet was nothing more than a husky drooling as it ran toward its prey.

It's not scary at all; in fact, it's kind of stupid.

Distance produces beauty.

Perhaps it can also be used in this kind of situation.

fsn: Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Shameful Dragon

A massive, dark red figure streaked across the sky, a fierce wind rushed towards it, and its long, crimson hair danced wildly in the wind.

Ahead are speeding war chariots.

Two figures, one in red and one in black, stood on the car seat. Surtr could see Webber's tense expression.

Even the well-traveled El-Melloi II couldn't remain calm when being chased by a dragon.

But something's strange.

Why are there only two of them? Where did Gray go?

Surtr did not see the gray-robed girl on the seat; she must have been in the car earlier.

Was he hiding, planning to deliver a fatal blow from the shadows?

This way of thinking is more appropriate.

Gray's Holy Lance was enough for them to use as a trump card. Although its level had been reduced due to the user, it was still the most powerful Noble Phantasm they possessed and could be used as a trump card.

Normally, the other party wouldn't know that she knew Gray possessed the Holy Lance.

It seems they weren't just simply running away.

Where is it?

Down or up?

Surtr looked up, the cool moonlight revealing the sky above, vast but not a place to hide.

Then the only option is to go down.

The thick clouds below make it a great hiding place.

She remembered that the Rider also had a horse, which was probably the one he used.

Although I wanted to go and meet the other party first, I couldn't find anyone in this kind of place in a short time.

Please pay attention.

Compared to her back, Talulah's abdomen is more flexible, making it a good opening.

If someone were to actually be hit by the Holy Spear, they would probably be pierced right through.

With a cautious eye, Surtr focused his attention on what was in front of him.

The Divine Wheel possesses the highest mobility among current Servants, but this advantage is completely negated in the face of Dragons: fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters.

Talulah is getting close.

At the same time, lightning burst forth ahead.

A blinding light erupted from the chariot, and lightning bolts, like tree branches, extended outward from the chariot as its center.

Like the tail of a comet, lightning trailed behind the chariot, relentlessly attacking the ever-approaching dragon.

One could sense the terrifying magical power contained within the lightning; any one of it was comparable to Bather's full-force attack.

And the thunder before them numbered far more than a hundred.

But his opponent is a dragon.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Talulah was completely outmatched by Surtr; in reality, unless it's a weapon of the Holy Sword's caliber, even breaking through her defenses would be difficult.

At most, the Thunder in front of us will only provide Surtr with a few more materials; given Talulah's resilience, she's not much of a threat.

That's what Surtr thought.

But immediately afterward, a shameful roar came from beneath his feet.

"Ah! My mouth!"

The explosion came from below.

The lightning, carried by the gale, poured into Talulah's mouth, leaving her no chance to dodge while flying at high speed.

Unlike the scales covering their bodies, the skin exposed inside their mouths is much more delicate.

Talulah's husky-like behavior gave the other party an opportunity.

The momentum of the sprint suddenly stalled, and just as they were about to catch up with the oxcart, they sped off for several hundred meters.

Surtr's face darkened.

She really shouldn't have had any expectations of this dragon; it was just there to be funny.

Stomping her foot, Surtr ignored the guy's howling. Even if he was almost roasted to a crisp, he could recover in a few hours, so this injury was no big deal for her.

"Don't stop, they're coming."

With a pull on the reins, Surtr forcefully straightened the other man's head.

Ahead, instead of taking the opportunity to escape, the rider's oxcart circled around and charged towards them again.

That's incredibly bold.

"Go and have a go with them."

Surtr's voice unconsciously rose two notches; how could she possibly refuse something so exhilarating?

"Dare to harm me, I'll eat those two cows, bones and all!"

It seems that Talulah's fragile self-esteem was hurt by the creature she had categorized as food.

With a roar, Talulah stared intently at the divine bull in the distance with her golden eyes, then flapped her wings and charged forward like an arrow.

Speed ​​up, speed up, speed up!

After a period of running-up, the speed of the Shenwei wheels has reached an unbelievable level.

The surrounding environment had become blurred, and even the thunder that exploded in their ears seemed to have faded away.

"Ready, kid?"

Rider roared, drew his sword from his waist, and stared straight ahead.

"Ah, Rider, always ready."

Weber responded by clutching the slightly warm suitcase in his arms.

The magic furnace inside was running at high speed, constantly spewing out massive amounts of magic power. He had brought all his belongings with him for this battle.

"Then! Glory lies in the distance—right now! Faraway domination and supremacy!"

The powerful name was uttered from the rider's mouth, and magic surged forth, pouring into the chariot beneath his feet.

Real name: Liberation.

The wheels of the divine vehicle hummed, and the hooves of the bull trampled the air.

The scattered electric light gathered around the chariot, transforming into a silver-white meteor, its powerful roar far surpassing anything seen before.

This speed, this power.

Without a doubt, this is a power capable of rivaling that of dragons.

"Tarua! Fire breath!"

Faced with the approaching lightning, Surtr gave the order.

"oh oh!"