Medea went very peacefully.
Of course, I mean she fell asleep.
The sudden relaxation made the accumulated exhaustion surge up, and she quickly passed out.
Miss Surtr squatted in the middle of the path in the woods, with Lævateinn floating beside her, and the unconscious Medea in front of her.
Under the kind (forced) guidance of the blond passerby, Surtr quickly arrived nearby.
Indeed, her luck was good; after wandering around in the woods for a bit, she saw the other party.
The moment she saw Medea, the system prompt also rang in her mind.
[Client: Medea]
[Quest: Wants to survive]
[Reward: Primogems × 300]
Quest triggered.
Not very unexpected, after all, Servants in the Holy Grail War basically all have wishes they want to fulfill, especially since Medea is currently near death, it is obviously impossible for her will not to be strong.
But she couldn’t be happy right now either; the other party was heavily injured, a thick smell of blood surged into Miss Surtr’s nostrils, and blood mixed with rainwater, dyeing the puddles on the ground blood-red.
It was completely a look of being about to kick the bucket at any moment.
She had to sign a contract quickly.
Thinking this, Surtr picked the other party up, planning to find a nearby residence to settle down.
But suddenly, as if sensing something, the girl stopped her actions.
A rhythmic footstep came from behind her, the raindrops blown apart by a fierce wind.
Lævateinn trembled slightly, and Miss Surtr sighed.
Well, perhaps it wasn’t that good either.
The so-called Holy Grail War.
is a magical ritual where seven Masters chosen by the Holy Grail and the ancient heroes they summoned as Servants kill each other on a stage called Fuyuki City until only one remains.
Due to the restrictions of the Holy Grail, the summoned Servants will be bound within a framework called Class.
Leaning Medea against a tree, Surtr held Lævateinn, turned around, and faced the newcomer.
That was a young man with short blue hair.
Clad in a blue bodysuit, with a handsome face and a robust figure, his right hand holding a scarlet spear over two meters long, a pair of crimson pupils radiating a beast-like bloodthirsty glow.
At the same time, another piece of quest information flashed before Surtr’s eyes.
[Client: Cu Chulainn]
[Quest: Wishes to have a life-and-death battle with all one’s might]
[Reward: Primogems × 800, random reward × 1]
As expected of a battle maniac, even his wish is so wild.
Miss Surtr was not surprised at all, shifting her gaze to look at the blue big dog in front of her.
Lancer.
True name Cu Chulainn, in life he was a famous hero from the Ulster region of Northern Ireland, the child of the sun god Lugh.
Although his record in the original work wasn’t very eye-catching, that was mainly the fate of the Master, or rather, the Lancer.
Cu Chulainn’s own strength is definitely among the best in this Holy Grail War.
Moreover, the other party also possesses a sure-kill Noble Phantasm; to be honest, it is not suitable as a first opponent.
While Surtr was sizing up Lancer, Lancer was also sizing up this suddenly appearing strange figure.
“This astonishing magical energy, are you Saber?”
Stopping five meters in front of Surtr, he did not rush forward rashly.
The other party’s appearance and the aura emanating from her made him subconsciously think that Surtr was the last Servant in this Holy Grail War.
At this time, in this place, besides a Servant, no matter how one thinks, it couldn’t be any other option.
“Saber? I am not.”
Surtr shook her head.
Not a Servant.
Lancer showed a puzzled expression; he could feel that the other party was not lying to him.
But the magical energy on the other party clearly could not be reached by a normal magician.
The sword in the other party’s hand looked like a Noble Phantasm.
Unexpectedly, besides his own Master, this city still has such a person.
However, Lancer did not investigate further.
Although he really wanted to fight the other party, his target this time was not her.
Carrying his spear, he shouted at Surtr.
“Hand over the woman behind you, and if you do, I’ll spare you.”
Arrogant speech, considering the other party’s strength, he indeed has the capital for it.
However, the other party’s words revealed obvious doubt in Surtr’s eyes.
He actually said he would let her go.
If she remembered correctly, wasn’t the other party given an order by Kirei Kotomine to eliminate bystanders?
Because she didn’t look like an ordinary person?
Or was there some other reason?
She didn’t get it, but whichever situation it was, it wasn’t the main problem right now; after tonight, there would be plenty of time to investigate.
Should she leave then?
The answer is definitely no.
Fighting with a Servant is one of the purposes itself, and compared to the battlefield of the gods, the Lancer before her didn’t bring her too much pressure.
What’s more.
There is no reason to hand over a beauty already in hand.
Thinking about random things in her heart, Surtr raised Lævateinn.
The blade was trembling slightly, but not out of fear, rather out of excitement.
She felt a scorching fighting spirit from the sword, as if it couldn’t wait to burn the guy in front of her to ashes.
“I refuse.”
“Is that so.”
Getting a response, the corners of Lancer’s mouth curved into an arc, as if this response suited his wishes even more.
Lowering his posture, he assumed a stance, his explosive muscles outlined by the bodysuit, like a beast currently hunting.
What a battle maniac.
Surtr muttered in her heart.
Perhaps influenced by her body, looking at the bloodthirsty blue beast ahead, she didn’t have any nervous emotions, instead being exceptionally calm.
The rain curtain gradually expanded, dark clouds pressing down on the city, winding electric snakes wandering among them.
Suddenly, a muffled thunder resounded through the sky, like the horn of war.
Sparks from the collision of metal burst out in the path.
Lancer eagerly attacked the girl like a hunting hound, the spear in his hand resembling a lethal viper, a massive magical energy that would even make one feel sick attached to the spear blade; if it fell on the ground, its power would be no less than a grenade.
The scarlet spear thrust directly at Surtr’s chest.
Subconsciously, she swung Lævateinn, deflecting the incoming spear and beating back the successive fierce attacks.
Her body moved a step before her brain, the flame sword in her hand acting like an extension of her arm, every strike being firmly blocked.
The memories of fighting gods played a key role, allowing her to perfectly utilize the functions of this body.
Equally surprised was the Lancer opposite her.
Clearly not using any magic, yet the physical fitness of the person in front of her could go toe-to-toe with a Servant.
He was even suppressed in terms of strength.
Lancer was puzzled, but following that was a burst of excitement.
Thinking it was just a boring mission, he didn’t expect to run into such an interesting guy.
The expression on his face became fanatical, and Lancer’s movements in swinging the spear blade became increasingly swift, with increasingly tricky angles.
The red and blue figures constantly collided amidst the pitch-black woods.
The battle in reality was even more exaggerated than in the animation.
The wind pressure caused by each collision of spear and sword was enough to leave deep scars on the ground, and ordinary people would be killed before they even had time to react.
Perhaps hard to believe, but the one taking the upper hand was Surtr.
If Lancer’s attack was a grenade, then Surtr was a cannonball.
Perhaps she was slightly inferior in terms of technique, but in terms of strength, Miss Surtr was even more formidable.
Stepping forward, raising the sword to slash.
The moves were quite direct, and the experienced Lancer could easily determine the location of the next strike.
Straightening the spear, he blocked it beside the neck about to be attacked.
He had even thought about how to counterattack after considering it.
But, the moment the spear and sword collided, the terrifying force transmitted from the spear body made him give up all subsequent plans.
Although he had anticipated it when seeing the other party’s weapon, the terrifying freakish strength erupting from that slender body still startled Lancer.
Like being hit head-on by a train, the tough spear bent to its limit under the immense force, Lancer’s body bent downwards out of control, and a muffled grunt came from his mouth.
The blade almost grazed Lancer’s shoulder, the ground sinking due to the impact, spreading spiderweb-like cracks outward centered on Lancer.
The collision stirred up a churning gale, tearing through the rain curtain, wrapping around rainwater and scattering it in all directions.
“This woman, could she be some giant who ran into this era?”
Lancer grinned, casting doubt on Surtr’s composition.
Clenching his teeth, Lancer shed the force on his body, retreated, and opened up the distance.
Surtr wanted to pursue, but the other party’s body seemed to vanish, instantly retreating five meters away.
Reorganizing his forces.
It’s a skill used by Lancer to quickly escape from the battlefield.
If the opponent wants to leave, it’s hard to keep them behind.
However, what he wants to do right now is definitely not running away.
Strength is not his strong suit.
Summoned in the Lancer class, he is better at utilizing his A-rank agility and the advantage of his long reach to fight mobile warfare against the opponent.
But in this kind of terrain without even a single lane, it is clearly not very suitable for him to perform.
Since close-quarters combat cannot gain an advantage, then only…
Thinking this, Lancer’s expression turned ferocious in an instant, lowering his posture and whipping up a vortex of magical energy centered on the spear tip.
A feeling as if her heart was being gripped emerged in Surtr’s heart!