Miss Surtr will ignite the world

A red-haired man suddenly appeared in front of Surtr, holding a Japanese sword that was about to break apart.

Surtr narrowed his eyes, flames erupting from the blade toward the man, and as if by premonition, the man retreated to dodge.

at the same time.

From afar, arrows pierced the air, traversed space, and struck Surtr's location like cannonballs.

The dust was kicked up by the shelling, but in the next moment, Surtr emerged unharmed from the smoke and dust.

However, that level of attack couldn't break through the defense of the Mystic Code.

But it did come after all.

His gaze swept around. Saber was right in front of him. He didn't know where Archer was, but he figured she was hiding nearby. They obviously wouldn't just stand by and watch her slaughter the army.

Saber closed in again, a new katana appearing in her hand.

Despite calling himself a swordsmith, Senji Muramasa was once described by Astraea as "a person who has studied all kinds of swords and a thousand kinds of sword techniques," which is enough to prove his skill in close combat.

and.

He wasn't the only one who came this time.

The army deliberately moved away from the area, and several familiar figures entered the battlefield, also wielding powerful magical artifacts.

The group had met briefly last night.

However, apart from that guy who crossed Seleucus, Surtr didn't recognize any of the other Surtrs.

But the people in front of her already gave her a feeling no less than Saber.

Without a doubt, they are all top-tier Servants.

They really think highly of her.

However, such a small number of people are not enough to stop her.

Let's start with you.

Stopping in his tracks, Surtr opened his mouth as if muttering something, and at the same time swung his sword, colliding violently with Saber's blade.

The air crackled as the iron sword and the flaming sword collided in mid-air, sparks flying.

The weapons of both sides clashed several times in an instant.

With her sword-testing technique and projection, Saber can even rival Levantine in terms of the power of her basic attacks for a short time.

Wang Jun's elite troops approached from behind.

But suddenly, a feeling of utter exhaustion, as if she had just taken fifty quick thrusts, washed over her, and Saber's consciousness became hazy for a moment.

Surtr clearly wouldn't let such an obvious opening slip by. Her katana was knocked away, and her slender, black-gloved hand struck towards her neck.

Saber wanted to resist, but neither his mind nor his body could support him in making such a move.

His dark golden pupils widened as he stared at Surtr in front of him, and he blurted out unconsciously.

"curse......"

The tight feeling around her neck abruptly ended the conversation.

Completely losing control of his body, he was lifted into the air and then plummeted like a meteor.

boom!

The ground sank deep, and bursts of fire and dust rose up together.

Saber exits the stage.

fsn: Chapter Sixty-Six - The Jungler is Here!

After a while.

Surtr dragged Saber, whose hands had been broken, out of the smoke and dust.

It was thrown on the ground like a rag.

Back when Surtr first met Shirou Emiya, he had already asked Medea to place a curse on him. It wasn't fatal, but it was more than enough to deal with ordinary people. The original plan was to make it easier to steal his Servant after he summoned it.

But to everyone's surprise, the other party directly became a pseudo-Servant.

Because Saber's magic resistance partially negated the effect, it still temporarily weakened her.

Even if it's just for a moment, it would be more than enough for Surtr to kill him instantly.

Of course, she hadn't killed him yet. After all, he was a pseudo-Servant, and she didn't know how to remove his spirit origin without harming him. She could only beat him half to death first.

Even if I wake up, there will be no threat if my hands are broken.

We'll just help them get better then.

Leaving the other person aside, Surtr turned his gaze to the group of people surrounding him.

Without a doubt, they are all strong individuals who are on par with Saber.

He also held a Noble Phantasm in his hand.

but.

Without a Master to provide magical energy, how much power can they unleash with their Noble Phantasms, given their E-rank individual abilities?

boom!

Without turning his head, Surtr caught a flying arrow with his bare hands.

As if signaling the start of war, the elite troops of the royal army launched a simultaneous attack on Surtur.

Surtr drew his sword and stepped forward calmly.

But suddenly, a roar filled with pain and anger resounded across the entire sky from above.

Meanwhile, in the sky.

Crimson, scalding blood fell like raindrops.

The dragon with broken wings fell from the sky along with her feathers.

Riding a strong black horse, Rider followed behind Bazett at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

In Rider's hand, he held a crimson katana.

boom.

Talulah's massive body caused the ground to tremble slightly.

The astonishing feat of slaying the dragon seemed to give the soldiers on the battlefield a shot of adrenaline. On the ground, the warriors who had been waiting for a long time, holding their magical weapons, rushed forward like hounds that had spotted food, trying to devour the enemy's flesh.

Surtr reached out and grabbed a warrior's head, crushing it like a watermelon.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rider's figure in the air, or more precisely, the knife in his hand.

Surtr is certain that Rider doesn't have such a thing. Judging from its design, it's reasonable to suspect that it was forged by Saber. A sword capable of cutting Talulah down must be incredibly powerful.

Surtr is now thinking of breaking Saber's legs too.

Without their wings, they lose their most advantageous mobility. Medea can fly herself, but a fragile mage flying in the air at this time is like a target.

Of course, this is not the most important.

We have to help them. Even if they are dragons, being ganged up on by so many Noble Phantasms could lead to their extermination, not to mention there's a Rider watching them from above.

That sword is a bit too dangerous.

She hadn't thought things through. She thought that with Talulah around, nothing would happen, but the other party actually brought out something so dangerous.

She must have known that Senji Village was skilled in sword forging.

But there's no point in saying all this now.

"Sorry, I'm not in the mood to play with you guys anymore."

Surtr's pupils ignited with fire, and a sea of ​​flames engulfed the battlefield.

above the sky.

“Saber’s swords are truly amazing. I really want to hire him as the exclusive blacksmith for my army.”

Rider gripped the sword; after only one use, fine cracks had already appeared on its blade. After two more uses, the sword would probably completely crumble.

But the effect is significant.

With a single sword strike, the dragon's wings were severed.

For the military, the dragon's mobility is undoubtedly the most troublesome, even after acquiring a Noble Phantasm.

At that height, any weapon would be weakened, not to mention that dragon scales are inherently good at defense.

Now that the opponent's advantage has disappeared, we can completely defeat them with the strength of our army and Noble Phantasms.

All that's left is...

Caster, if you can kill the opponent, you can already say that you have won half the battle.

Rider looked at the firelight not far away, his gaze serious. He immediately lifted the reins and charged towards the dragon's head.

"Tsk."

On the dragon's head, Medea looked up, her gaze from under her hood fixed on Bazett, who was sitting behind the Rider.

If it weren't for that guy, she would have blasted this army to smithereens with her light wheel long ago.

Even if the other party did nothing in reality, just keeping an eye on Medea would be enough to make her feel restrained.

The idea of ​​"coming from behind to catch up" is just too unfair.

Medea planned to retreat temporarily, but Rider clearly had no intention of letting her go.

Riding his beloved horse, treading on lightning, and gripping a crimson katana, he charged towards the ground.

She couldn't withstand the power of that knife.

Medea's eyes showed seriousness, but she suddenly relaxed.

The jungler is back.

On horseback, a red afterimage caught Bazett's eye.

It was a sword, a sword flying rapidly toward them, covering nearly a hundred meters in an instant, and arriving in front of the two of them.

She recognized the sword; it was Surtr's weapon.

Such voluntary abandonment of one's own weapons is clearly not a normal occurrence on the battlefield.

But the next moment she knew why.

Out of thin air, behind the Flame Sword, a large black hand formed from molten lava reached out from the void and grasped the hilt.

A giant formed from lava appeared out of thin air, its sword blade ignited by flames. The fire giant wielded its flaming sword and crashed into the two like a meteor.

Bazett knew very well that this was a trump card that could trigger the Reverse Light Sword.

but.

"Rider!"

Shout it out.

After using the Reverse Light Sword, there will be a brief period of stun. She has only one goal: to keep an eye on Medea. Rider will handle everything else.

In front of her, Rider decisively swung the katana in her hand.

The blade flashed.

The lava giant's body was cleaved in two like tofu.

then.

boom!

Like an explosion, dazzling flames erupted from the giant's body, engulfing the two figures in the blink of an eye.

Blazing white lightning burst forth from the flames, and Busifalas led the two out of the fire.

The two were unharmed, but they couldn't be happy.

In that instant, Medea's figure vanished, and at the same time, magic erupted from the sky.

The halo slowly rotated, like a countdown before divine punishment.