"Noble Phantasm...... What?"

Surut smiled.

The dark rock-like face showed a mocking smirk. Disdainful contempt for his opponents.

"Then if you want to see it, let you pay attention. ”

Surut did not pause.

He quietly raised his left hand, where the surging flames quickly retracted.

Yes, put it away.

The uncertain flames, in the palm of his hand, gathered into an ordinary long sword, the whole body was red, the shape was simple, and there was nothing worth mentioning.

However, in Surut's hand, the mediocre red sword actually exuded a powerful magic power that stained the heavens and the earth.

This is not an exaggeration, the crimson air pressure bursting with magic dyes the surrounding air a blood-red, and the sky becomes clearer, and the brilliant crimson replaces the deep black and blue as the main color of the night sky.

The power of the Demon God Treasure can be seen.

Fenrir couldn't understand what he was doing, but one thing was clear.

This guy has the characteristics of the Nordic system, gods, and the highest magic power at the same time, and is his own enemy!

Fenrir pounced furiously, his claw blades raised high, ready to cut Surut in a cross shape.

"The Burning Sun—"

Surut just calmly pronounced out the real name of his treasure.

The crimson blade turned into magical flames once more.

How to describe it?

That's an attack that no one can describe.

Levatine, in mythology, was once a weapon that destroyed the world. That is, the true sense of the [Treasure of the Realm]. Not only an enemy, but also the world in which he lives, a powerful force that must be annihilated with a single blow.

Time, space, fate, everything, all of them, all cut off the strongest blow.

If it were the true god Surut, a blow would have annihilated the entire planet, erased all traces of living existence, and restored the world to its original form.

And Surut, who is standing here now, obviously does not have that kind of terrifying combat power.

On the crimson blade, the pitch-black magic mixed with the scorching red, red and black cone-shaped magic, like a winch, completely crushed the cone-shaped space in front of it.

The streets were transformed into new ones, and the scorched and blackened traces of the Surut that had been trampled by Fenrir were completely restored. It was a clean, gray-black asphalt road, as if it had just been built.

The same is true of the burning street lamps and buildings, which have been transformed into new appearances, and the high-rise buildings are tall and structurally complete next to them.

Their [time] was burned.

If there was no burned time, there would be no burned reality. As a result, they returned to their original posture.

Immediately afterward, asphalt turned into sap, streetlights turned into iron, and houses were reduced to concrete and iron ore.

If there was no [built time], there would naturally be no [built form], and all this has returned to its original state.

Immediately afterward, the wanton flow of black and red ** force smashed everything, as if all this was a painting floating in the pool, and as the plug was pulled out, the painting turned into a mess along the whirlpool of the current.

What remained on the spot was only the pitch-black traces of [Space] being removed.

In the face of the magic sword that burned the world, these things that had no magic power could only be burned by Levatin in their own time and space.

The huge magical bombardment with a radius of more than five hundred meters directly enveloped Fenrir in its entirety. A giant tornado-like vortex of magical power sliced Fenrir's body to pieces.

Even the demon wolves of Northern Europe, even if they have divinity, even if they are durable, they can't neutralize Levatin's attacks.

The magic sword that once brought destruction to the world can only be fought by weapons with the same attributes.

Maybe it's another magic sword that will destroy the world, or maybe it's a sword that will open up the world and save the planet, and it can't be fought against without the mystery of its opposite.

Even if Fenrir is the legendary wolf that devoured the main god, he still has no way to fight against the world-level mysterious, although his huge magic power has offset the powerful power of Levatin that burns time and space, but he still can't resist the most original power of destruction.

Under the full liberation of Levatin, the huge demon wolf was shattered, and without even letting out the last wail, it completely disappeared into the torrent of magical power.

Surut stopped the attack.

In front of him was a huge depression with a radius of five hundred meters, as if a greedy person had dug up the entire space with a huge spoon and ate it.

Both the building and the attacked Fenrir were gone.

The traces of the magic are gone, and the last person is nowhere to be found.

Rider Lu Bu is very smart, and he has long known that this guy is not an existence that can be fought against, so he did not choose to fight to the death with Surut. Otherwise, at most, he would only accompany Leonidas and Fenrir back to Valhalla.

Surut looked around, but no. No more enemies.

He could only dismantle his own materialization, and the three-meter-tall giant, starting from his feet, slowly turned into golden particles. In the process, he slowly stroked his eye socket, and his right eye socket was completely shattered, which was Leonidas's near-death blow.

Obviously, even Fenrir, who has the ability to kill gods, did not leave a wound on Surut with a strong blow, and that man ...... What kind of belief do you have?

Surut was sure that he had definitely killed him, and that his sword of fire was a force that could burn everything. Ordinary Heroic Spirits, even if they have life-saving means such as battle continuation, will be burned by Levatine, and this ability will not work properly.

So...... Why on earth was he able to return to the world after death and give himself such a blow?

Surut could not understand it, and could only force an explanation with what his lord often said, "the courage and nobility of mankind".

With the exit of the two heroic spirits and the destruction of the entire city center, the fierce battle at night finally came to an end.

However, for humanity, suffering has only just begun.

Whether it is rebuilding homes after the disaster, or paying tribute to the dead, calming the mood, or, not to mention these future things, the most direct question, where will these people live tonight, where will they change their clothes tomorrow, what will they eat, whether they should go to work, whether the company has an accident, a series of problems need to be solved.

Because it was a sudden situation at night, many people ran out without even wearing clothes, and everywhere you could see men wearing pants and slippers, pale and panting, and there was no time for anything, so they could only rush out temporarily with their children in their arms.

What's worse is that because Qianxi was originally a city with the theme of "leisure and vacation", most of the people who naturally live here are elderly, and the families of the rich and wealthy live here for a long time, and the physical fitness and reflexes of the elderly have never been comparable to those of young people...... They...... I'm afraid it's too late to escape from my apartment building.

For human beings, the real disaster begins only after it has passed.

Shirou Tosaka walked quietly through the dilapidated streets.

He saw the departure of the dark god with his own eyes, and he did not attack.

He knew very well that he was no match for him.

If you die here, then there will be no one to help these suffering.

In the ruins of the city center, everything turned out to be miserable.

The more Shirou looked, the more his heart ached.

Because......

It was in this situation that Shirou was rescued.

In Fuyuki City, where Shirou is located, there was a fire due to the Holy Grail War, and in that incident, the fire destroyed everything in Shirou.

At the same time, it also brought Shirou a new world.

It was a world called Emiya Kiritsugu.

That man, like that, in the ruins illuminated by the raging fire, looked at the rescued Emiya Shirou blankly with an expression that was about to cry, and shed tears of joy.

That pure joy still haunts Shirou today. His own father used to be a righteous partner.

The figure of that person saving himself was so dazzling that Shirou couldn't help but want to be a righteous partner like him.

He had seen himself who had gone down the wrong path and began to regret it, but it strengthened his desire to be a partner in justice.

Now, with the illusion of a world away, with the legendary magic sword in his hands, known for its slashing power, he walks quietly through the city, looking for survivors, smashing the ruins of the building, and praying for the people who have been crushed below to live.

However, all he saw was hell.

At this point, he finally understood why Kiritsugu Emiya had tears over his survival.

That is, in hell, suddenly seeing the expression of hope.

However, Shirou did not find it.

He rummaged through all the ruins, without using any of them, there were survivors.

The sound of sirens sounded louder and louder on the side of the street, and Shirou couldn't help but walk quietly towards the ruins of Albernar's Ice Castle with his eyes watering.

Because of Surut's attack, the artificial river has almost evaporated, should it be said lucky? Sulut's flame attack did not fall on the water circulation system, and the internal circulation system of the artificial river judged that there was not enough wandering here, and took the initiative to pour out the water of other sections of the river from the internal exchange channel.

Now, the ice city of Ebner is almost melting, and the figure is easy to find if there are people.

Shirou doesn't know what to pray for now.

Do you pray that you don't find her body, or do you pray that you can see her alive here?

For the sake of justice, in order to save more people, he used his bow and arrows to open up a way for those people to escape, but he also closed the escape path of his granddaughter with his own hands.

In order to save more people, can you sacrifice your loved ones?

Shirou's heart twitched vigorously, and he stood quietly on the ice floes, looking around blankly. Suddenly, a figure floated down the flowing water.

Shirou silently walked towards him.

Whether it is Mina or not, it is good to be able to save anyone more in that kind of disaster.

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