Miss Surtr will ignite the world

This did ease Miss Surtr's turbulent emotions somewhat, though only somewhat, since overall she was still at a loss.

Aside from that, there are some minor optimizations, which don't need to be discussed in detail.

That's all. Let's go.

Scrolling the panel to the bottom, Surtr clicked the red button without hesitation.

The familiar announcement rang in my ears, and the raw stones were extracted like flowing water, causing a wave of dizziness to wash over me again.

Honestly, even with the update, it's still so frustrating.

He mentally complained, and the next moment, there was no one left on the rock.

The era is the 13th century, and the location is Jerusalem, which is widely known as a holy site.

But that was only a short time ago.

The blazing sun hung high in the sky, and on the earth covered by hot sand, a white-haired man lay prostrate on the sand.

The yellow sand covered most of his body, and his clothes, along with his body, became tattered. The scorching heat from the ground continuously burned his skin.

stand up.

The man roared inwardly, bracing himself against the ground with his silver right arm, which resembled a work of art, as if trying to stand up.

However, his physical injuries prevented him from supporting such a movement, and he couldn't even lift his head before falling down again.

Is this the end?

Despair gripped the man's heart.

Even though his spirit did not give in, his body, which should have crumbled long ago, could no longer support his journey.

He thought that after a long and uncertain period of wandering, he had finally found his own ray of light and could finally make up for some of the mistakes he had made in the past.

But unexpectedly, he collapsed before dawn.

Is this the punishment that God has given to this sinner?

How tragic.

How unwilling they were!

But at this moment, nothing he does will be of any use.

Consciousness gradually faded.

In a daze, through his already blurred vision, he seemed to see a pure white figure walking towards him.

"Ah, my king."

The voice was so hoarse that it was almost impossible to hear the specific content, but the fluctuations in the tone revealed the visitor's turbulent inner world.

The figure stopped in front of the man, and a clear, melodious voice came from above.

"Although I am not your king, I have indeed received your wish."

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Two - Remember to Give It Back

The parched land, the howling wind, the blazing flames overhead, the atmosphere scorching as if burning.

Surtr stood on the golden sand dunes, squinting as his gaze was distorted by the heatwave as he looked into the distance.

The scene before her eyes inevitably reminded her of the king's mental landscape, the battlefield of hot sand where he and his comrades galloped together.

But now, there were no tens of thousands of servants before her; there was no trace of life on this barren land.

Moreover, compared to the previous two worlds, the air in this desert is filled with an extremely dense magical energy, making it impossible for ordinary people to survive here.

Open the panel, and her location is clearly marked on it.

[Current World: FGO Sixth Singularity, Divine Round Table Realm]

"It's the Type-Moon universe again."

Surtr was surprised; it seemed she had quite a connection with this world, having drawn this place twice in a row.

[Perhaps due to physical reasons, worlds with a deeper connection to the host are easier to reach.]

The system explained.

"This kind of mechanism? Then why don't I just travel back in an instant? I've been living over there for twenty years."

It's just easier, but it still depends on luck.

"Oh, all right."

Miss Surtr felt that this matter was probably not so easy.

Although the raw stones were enough for her to travel through time twice more, she did not intend to leave immediately.

There are quite a few powerful individuals in this world who can rival her, and their strength is all within her control. She can try to take down a few before leaving.

Surtr waved away the panel, spun around in place, and glanced at the plain formed by the sea of ​​sand, pondering which way to go.

Suddenly, something strange came from the distant sky.

That was a vibration of magic.

A chilling surge of magical energy gathered high in the distance.

The winds rushed away from the center of the magic, and golden light shone brightly, even outshining the sun high overhead.

Without even needing to search through his memories, Surtr already knew the true nature of that thing.

The Lion King's Judgment.

I didn't expect to see such a grand scene so soon after I arrived.

Even though he was still some distance from the center of the Holy Judgment, Surtr still felt a chill.

This was an attack she couldn't handle in her current state, and she knew it the moment she saw it.

This isn't modesty, just the truth. Aside from escaping the attack range, using Avalon to block it is probably the only option.

With this absolute defense, she could even touch the Lion King, who had already become a deity.

However, touching someone and actually beating them are clearly two different things.

Moreover, the Holy Judgment before us is nothing more than a basic attack from the Lion King.

Even though it was an ultra-long-range strike that spanned countless kilometers, she couldn't see any trace of the Chalk City from within her sight.

The power of the gods is terrifying.

In sight.

A golden pillar of light descended from the sky, engulfing everything on the ground.

The tremors reached her feet from several kilometers away, and the fleeing gale whipped up a cloud of dust, obscuring her view as she tried to investigate.

In the dim light, amidst the thick smoke and dust, she seemed to glimpse a white figure being thrown far away.

The prompt that rang in her mind proved that what she saw was not an illusion.

[Mission: The Last Knight]

Mission objective: Rescue Bedivere

Bedivere, embarking on his journey once more, is unfortunately caught in the attack of the Holy Judgment and is in critical condition. Hurry and check if he's dead.

[Reward: 120 Primogems]

After the update, even the task descriptions have become much richer.

However, this is a trivial detail.

Bedivere.

According to legend, she was the knight who witnessed the end of King Arthur. If the background story she knows is correct, the Lion King in this singularity is the one who, because Bedivere failed to return the Holy Sword, did not die but instead grasped the Holy Lance and became a god-like alien version.

Bedivere, in his quest to find the vanished King Arthur, embarked on a 1,500-year journey in human form, eventually arriving at this singularity with the help of May's conscience.

Fifteen hundred years is an extremely long time for ordinary people.

The old bug had gone mad after only five hundred years of life, while Bedivere had not given up on his original goal even after fifteen hundred years. In any case, this is something that deserves our utmost respect.

With a wave of his hand, Surtr levitated and sped toward Bedivere's location at top speed.

It would be such a shame if the other party really stopped before meeting in person.

The silver-armed knight lay prostrate on the ground.

His clothes were torn, and his body was covered in cracks like shattered porcelain.

That was the judgment of the gods, a power that mortals could not resist.

Despite her best efforts to resist, she was still unable to stop her consciousness from fading.

"Ah, my king."

Bedivere shouted in a voice worse than a blower.

The silver arm was stirring, and the white-haired knight stretched out his hand with difficulty, his unfocused pupils staring at the figure coming from the other side of the desert.

In this land where even the sunlight is obscured by haze, the person before me shines brighter than the sun itself.

Stepping over the disturbing dust, Surtr came to Bedivere, knelt down, and grasped the other's silver arm.

"Although I am not your king, I have indeed received your wish. I will send you to see her."

Surtr made this assurance as he looked at the knight who was almost completely burned out.

She wanted to retrieve the Holy Grail, but quickly abandoned the idea.

Her keen insight allowed her to understand that the person before her had long since exceeded their limits, and the reason they hadn't collapsed was entirely due to the blessing of the Holy Sword.

His ability to move was entirely sustained by his spirit, which was like a candle flickering in the wind.

But no matter how strong one's spirit is, the body always has its limits. The attack just now had clearly brought this already damaged body to its breaking point. If left unattended, it would probably soon turn into soil and be buried in the sand.

The other person's body was simply beyond the healing power of her Holy Grail.

She could easily reach this conclusion.

"What bad luck! To fall at a time like this, when it was so close."

Surtr sighed, as if he felt sorry for the other person.

"In that case, you may borrow this for a while, even though it originally belonged to your king."

As he spoke, Surtr placed his palm over the golden sword-shaped mark on the back of his right hand.

The magical wind gently rippled through the air, leaving the mark faintly glowing.

Peaceful, warm, and sun-like power replaced the restless magic of the desert, and soon, a magnificent scabbard appeared in Surtr's palm.

The scabbard is made of gold and decorated with a brilliant blue enamel. Its magnificent appearance makes this scabbard more reminiscent of a crown or scepter, a treasure that displays the power and authority of the nobility, than a weapon.

Conceptual Armament, Avalon.

Although Medea had previously turned it into a liquid using magic, it still looked the same when it was taken out.

That's amazing.

With that thought in mind, Surtr placed the scabbard on Bedivere's body.

"I'm just lending it to you temporarily. Remember to return it to me later."

As she said this, she poured magic into the scabbard.

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter 3 - The Fire Giant King is Actually a Girl!

Consciousness was enveloped by the tranquil darkness, as if plunging into an endless deep sea.

All sounds were drowned out by the deep sea.

The sense of touch in the body had long since disappeared, and even the pain could not be felt. The obsession in the heart supported the flickering flame of the soul, but in this deathly darkness, it was far too fragile.

The concept of time had long since vanished. In this boundless descent, finally, a golden light appeared in the deep sea.

The light embraced Bedivere's body, gradually halting its disintegration and restoring its shattered consciousness.

Bedivere opened his eyes.

What came into view was a starless night sky, with a huge band of light encircling the inky dome, the outward-radiating halo making even the moonlight appear dim.

"I'm alive?"