Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"Well then, let this old man lead the way."

Saber stepped forward.

Even if he were just a swordsmith, he would still be Saber, the best in close combat, and no one would be more suitable to be the vanguard.

Under Archer's strange gaze, Saber opened her right palm and recited.

"Projection, begin."

Magic gathered, and soon, a black katana appeared in Saber's palm. She took a step forward and was the first to step onto the stairs leading to Ryudou Temple.

The crowd followed closely behind, climbing upwards in a straight line.

After a while.

"Are you feeling a bit hot?"

Halfway up the mountain, Rin wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Yes, I do have that feeling."

Weber nodded in agreement.

As we approached Ryudong Temple, we could feel the air around us getting hotter.

"Perhaps Surtr did something?"

Because of the other party's existence, attributing things like rising temperatures to the other party is most likely correct.

"Probably, but it's better to be careful. After all, it's Caster's territory, and nobody knows what's inside."

"Ah."

Everyone became more vigilant.

With the servant's speed, it doesn't take much effort to get from the foot of the mountain to the top.

The group traveled smoothly and soon arrived at the severely damaged mountain gate.

Looking from outside the door into the room, everything appears normal.

But everyone present could see that the door was covered by an invisible barrier, separating the inside from the outside.

Saber reached out and touched the barrier, causing ripples in the space, and her palm passed right through it.

The barrier appeared to be nothing more than a simple curtain hanging on the door.

They exchanged a glance, and after everyone retreated to a safe distance, Saber swung her sword directly at the mountain gate.

As the sword flashed, the already crumbling mountain gate, along with the barrier covering it, collapsed, revealing the true appearance of Ryudou Temple to everyone.

A light as bright as day shone from the sky.

The sudden change in light made everyone squint. At the back of the group, Webber instinctively looked up, wanting to see what was in the sky.

then.

He stood there, stunned.

The reason for the rising temperature was finally found; the truth was right before his eyes.

A huge, bright white halo hangs above Ryudong Temple, radiating light and warmth like the sun.

"What, what, what is this?"

Rin's trembling voice came from beside her, the repeated use of "this" four times in a row was enough to show the panic in her heart.

Weber didn't speak, but his teeth were chattering uncontrollably, and his legs were trembling slightly.

What is this?

He also wanted to ask that question.

Just standing on the ground, you can feel the heat emanating from above. If that thing were to shoot down, what could stop it?

There's something like this hidden in Caster's territory! Where does she get so much magic?

Weber felt that even if everyone nearby was drained dry, it wouldn't be possible to do this. Did the other party directly extract the spiritual veins?

If she were a witch from the Age of Gods, it wouldn't be impossible.

Weber considered several possibilities, but such things were meaningless at the moment.

Amidst my wandering thoughts, a familiar voice drifted from the courtyard.

"Welcome to my base. How does it feel?"

Shift your gaze from the air to the courtyard.

The red-haired figure sat atop the ferocious dragon's head, peeling a mandarin orange and stuffing it into his mouth. Judging from the discarded peel beside him, he had been waiting for quite some time.

The black-robed Caster sat beside the other, and under the hood, one could see the other's slightly upturned lips, as if mocking these overconfident fools.

"It's surprising that you had something like this hidden away."

Rider responded with ease, but the seriousness in the other person's eyes was not hard to see.

"Actually, I was quite surprised when I saw it. Oh dear, having such an outstanding Servant is also a problem."

Surtr tossed the fruit peel aside, clapped his hands, and uttered something that made people envious.

His gaze swept over the group, and he frowned slightly when he saw Bazett.

Weber actually brought this guy over too.

It's probably Waver, at least Rin shouldn't have any interaction with him.

She thought she wouldn't have to deal with this troublesome guy again after Lancer, but it turns out he's back again.

Honestly, if you've already lost, why bother getting involved in this?

It's a bit troublesome, but not unmanageable.

"From now on, you will work with Medea and protect her."

Surtr tapped Talulah on the head.

While riding a dragon looks cool, being with an opponent only reduces her damage output. Ultimately, she lacks riding experience, and sometimes riding an opponent feels cumbersome; she has to be careful not to hurt them when exerting force.

It would be better to let the other party act together with Medea, since her reins aren't bound equipment and anyone can use them.

"Medea, you decide how to use the light wheel."

"Understood, Master."

Medea nodded.

Having said that, Surtr leaped off the dragon's head.

"You still have a chance to escape."

As he spoke arrogantly, Surtr took out Levantine and held it in his hand, looking at the crowd in front of him with a smirk.

"Well, I have no intention of retreating this time."

A hearty smile spread across Rider's face.

He came here today with the mindset of either him or her; there was no way out.

He drew his sword and shouted.

"Rally once more, warriors who yearn for the end! The tracks etched here are our honor! The might of the King!"

fsn: Chapter Sixty-Five - Dizzy

The raging storm of the scorching sands answered the king's call, altering the world before their eyes, and replacing reality with the landscape of their minds.

Servants from beyond time and space gather together at this moment under the Rider's sword.

A massive crowd surged forth from the horizon, forming neat square formations. Their spears were sharp and menacing, and their bloodthirsty aura carried by the gale reached Surtr.

The King's military strength.

Last time I only got a glimpse of the basics, but now I can finally see its true form.

Surtr had witnessed the battlefield of Ragnarok, and although the scene before him was far less awe-inspiring than it had been then, the significance this Noble Phantasm represented afterward was still remarkable.

The King of Conquerors and his subjects, bound together by a bond that transcends the barriers between the real world and the underworld, have once again gathered here for the same ideal.

They wouldn't care where the battlefield was; as long as the Conqueror King once again displayed his domineering power, these warriors would rush to the monarch's side without hesitation.

This inherent barrier is the culmination of their dreams.

Surtr felt it was necessary to give them a grand funeral.

She looked up at the sky.

The halo still shone above everyone's heads, and Surtr was no longer standing on a desert, but on a clean and tidy stone slab.

However, it's not from Ryudong Temple.

Turning her head slightly, she saw a magnificent temple building standing behind her, with Talulah prostrate before the temple gate like a loyal watchdog.

Perhaps this is what the temple truly looks like, Surtr thought.

Meanwhile, behind the Riders, the Archer raised his hand.

The gates swung open, and swords radiating powerful magic appeared from the sky, landing in the hands of the warriors.

The presence of thousands upon thousands of Servants wielding Noble Phantasms is a force that can strike fear into the heart.

The two sides were very close, only about ten meters apart. In the face of the army, this was practically face-to-face.

This is a very troublesome distance.

Surtr glanced at Bazett, who was sitting behind Rider's beloved horse.

At this distance, with the enemy present, it seems Medea has no way to take these guys down in one go.

The strange mechanism is really troublesome.

However, this is also a good thing for her.

"I'll go jungle, you guys can handle mid."

Surtr waved to the man and the dragon, and without waiting for Rider to give any pre-battle speech, he gripped his flaming sword, stomped his feet on the ground, and shot into the sky like a meteor.

With Talulah around, she wasn't worried.

'Jungling?' What does that mean?

Medea was puzzled, but didn't pay much attention. She gripped the reins tightly and flew into the sky with the giant dragon beneath her.

"Saber, Archer, join my elite forces to hold off Surtr! The dragons and Casters are mine!"

As he spoke, Rider followed closely behind, with Bazett by his side and a crimson sword at his waist.

That thing in the sky is visibly terrifying; we must not let them have the chance to use it!

In the center of the army formation, Surtr, trailing a fiery tail, fell from the sky like a meteorite.

Flames erupted from the point of impact, raising dust and creating waves of heat. Surtr burst through the smoke and dust, transforming into a crimson flash, flying close to the ground and reaping lives on the battlefield like a meat grinder.

He swung his sword.

Flames tore through the array of spears, shields melted, and vision hidden beneath helmets was filled with fire before being burned to ashes in the next instant.

Fire ignited in a corner of the battlefield, and heat, so different from the sunlight in the sky, spread across the battlefield.

The red-haired girl's magic seemed inexhaustible, with flames bursting forth with every strike.

Each sword strike could take away several, or even a dozen, soldiers.

Even among Servants, there are varying strengths. A weaker soldier can kill a whole group with a single sword strike, while a stronger soldier can only withstand a few more strikes.

The earth was burned, the air was ignited, and the pungent smell of sulfur filled the air.

The lava domain expanded across the battlefield. She shut down the noisy notifications in her mind. Surtr was expressionless, but you could see her brows furrowing slightly.

Even though she was a Servant, this near-massacre still made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.

However, she did not stop.

suddenly.

A flash of sword light cleaved through her flames.

Holding his sword in front of him, the piercing clang of metal was drowned out by the chaos of the battlefield.