Black Mist

Scorching magma burst directly from behind the fire giant’s head. The giant, more than ten thousand meters tall, merely staggered two steps before stepping into the sea.

Tsunamis surged wildly, and dark clouds pressed down over the city.

This was no longer an ordinary level of battle. Every movement Surtur made could directly alter the terrain and weather.

Bai Cangshu could clearly sense that the area within dozens of kilometers had already become a dead zone. The temperature in the air was nearing one hundred degrees Celsius. From birds in the sky to fish in the sea, all ordinary life would perish.

Surtur clearly possessed immortality, or perhaps had lost the vital weaknesses of ordinary creatures. That Dodon Ray had not killed him. Instead, it had made him even angrier.

Bai Cangshu’s long hair spread out behind his head, pearly-white radiance flowing along its tips. It was as if he could clearly see countless elements dancing through the air.

The elemental activity in this world far surpassed that of the real world. Specks of multicolored light filled every corner of the world.

In that instant, the flickering fire elements exploded one after another. Then, like a chain reaction, pure elemental fire erupted.

The other elements were thrown completely out of balance and swept clean by the raging flames.

Earth, seawater, reefs, air—everything that came into contact with the scorching flames became fuel and kindling for them. The chain of detonating fire was even more violent than a mushroom cloud.

Bai Cangshu’s gaze remained calm as he watched the flames, accompanied by a terrifying shriek, sweep toward him. He merely spread his hands.

The Three Parts Return to Origin Force circulated freely, while beyond its force field, currents crackled as electrons resonated with the elements.

Bai Cangshu half-closed his eyes, then felt a thunderous boom as the powerful impact sent him flying backward through the air.

It was not that he could not withstand that force. Rather, the ground beneath his feet had turned into flames as well, blasting him away.

Torch Dragon—this was probably the world-ending fire Word Spirit, the most powerful method of the Dragon King who controlled flames.

That heat completely distorted the air and even tore space slightly apart. All things were ignited and burned away. Bai Cangshu felt that if his flesh were truly set alight by those flames, it would probably burn until nothing remained.

To some extent, this ability could counter the vast majority of regenerative authorities, as well as those "Undying Ones" whose immortality was not advanced enough.

Bai Cangshu flew backward through the flames, his body wrapped in the Three Parts Return to Origin Force. Surtur did not care. He merely raised one hand high, as if commanding every flame in the world, before smashing it downward with a single hand.

Flames and magma spanning thousands of meters suddenly crashed down from an altitude of ten thousand meters.

The peninsula instantly sank, splitting apart from the center as flames erupted outward from the fractures.

Compared to the Torch Dragon recorded in Dragon Raja World that had burned White Emperor City, this was even more terrifying. The fused Fire Dragon King, Surtur, seemed intent on incinerating this entire world.

His lava-like right hand shook violently once, and the area where the island had sunk immediately expanded. A ring of flame-colored light spread in all directions, instantly setting vast stretches of the British Peninsula ablaze.

The knights of the Church of Healing, galloping across the wilderness on horseback, along with those idle Hunters who had secretly followed Seraphina—

They only had time to scream before the flame-like ring swept over them, turning every one of them into charcoal in an instant.

The ring swept across hundreds of kilometers, turning everything into a sea of fire.

In the air, Bai Cangshu opened his eyes, blue-white lightning bursting from them.

Magnetic Field Rotation!

Bai Cangshu connected with the earth’s magnetic field. In that instant, he felt that his thousand points of strength had finally found their purpose.

With a shout, he stepped through the air. Blazing White fragments of cloud exploded, as though a white lotus had bloomed amid the sea of fire.

The next moment, Bai Cangshu fiercely drew back his right fist. This time, he was no longer in his usual casual state. He was utterly focused.

His right hand seemed to grip a vast magnetic field beneath the sea.

Crackle, crackle~

Amid flashing lightning, deep-blue arcs crackled behind Bai Cangshu. A colossal fist could vaguely be seen taking shape.

It was a massive force field Bai Cangshu had formed by forcibly altering the shape of the magnetic field.

Accompanied by the frantic pounding of Bai Cangshu’s heart and his terrifying strength, comparable to a humanoid Titan, the entire magnetic field became a force field and was blasted out with one punch.

The moment the magnetic field was stretched, disrupted, and distorted, the seabed collapsed. Countless boulders rose upward, while seawater surged back into the sky.

With one punch from Bai Cangshu, seawater and boulders spanning thousands of meters exploded from the sea of fire together with dazzling lightning.

Surtur turned around and saw that savage fist erupting. His other giant hand descended from the sky as well.

It slammed down like a sea of fire covering the entire sky.

Before Bai Cangshu’s fist arrived, its force had already cleared away everything in its path. The air vanished completely, and the shattered elements were wiped clean as well.

The flames went out in an instant. Bang!

The violent force struck Surtur’s enormous body first. The flames shattered with a boom, revealing the body beneath, as though forged from magma and blood.

The next moment, the magnetic heavy punch crashed directly into Surtur’s exposed body, both layers of force manifesting at once.

Then lightning and force exploded from Surtur’s back. With a bang, they shot into the clouds, and the ten-thousand-meter body of the fire giant was blasted out of the sea, toppling backward.

At the same time, Surtur’s excessively enormous palm still carried tremendous force as it came crashing down from ten thousand meters above.

Rumble!

The sea was like a child’s paddling pool. Its surface was blasted through in an instant, and waves hundreds of meters high swallowed toward the sunken islands in every direction, while the shattered seabed at the center was completely exposed.

Hundreds of kilometers away, Artoria felt the violent trembling beneath her feet once more. She solemnly glanced toward the sea. The sea of fire had already covered everything along her path here.

Including the town where they had rested earlier and every human settlement nearby, all had been swallowed by the flames.

This was already a disaster on the scale of destroying a nation.

She carried the red-haired girl and ran farther and farther away, yet she was absolutely certain that even so, her host would not lose.

That guy was a monster through and through—the Soul King who had forcibly suppressed hundreds of thousands of wraiths within the Consciousness Sea. There was no way he could be defeated so easily.

Suddenly, Artoria felt the red-haired girl in her arms grow intensely hot. She lowered her head, only to see the girl’s entire body beginning to glow.

A faint red light appeared over her body, while the red-haired girl’s expression was utterly lost.

Artoria stopped in an instant. The space around her shifted, and the flames and high heat seemed to vanish, leaving behind only boundless darkness and mist.

She instinctively drew her holy sword, crimson-black magical power gathering around its blade.

"Who is it?!"

There was no response. Only her own voice echoed through the air.

Artoria thought of Lawrence, the Crimson Pope who could launch mental attacks against her from an immense distance.

Had he broken free from that host and found me?!

The next moment, a figure stepped out of the darkness.

As the figure walked, armor clashed with a crisp sound.

The newcomer wore a blue dress and silver armor. Golden hair was coiled atop her head, though one lock stubbornly stood upright.

The newcomer was none other than Artoria Pendragon.

Black Saber frowned. Tricks involving replicas like this were hardly rare, and could not possibly shake her.

Yet the newcomer raised the long sword in her hands high. Amid flashing golden radiance, the black mist was dispersed, revealing knights clad in magnificent armor one after another, along with a large mass of soldiers farther behind them. Even farther away, their figures could not be seen at all, but cheers like roaring mountains and crashing seas rang out.

"O King, please bring us victory!"

Golden radiance gathered into countless particles and suddenly slashed down. Yet Black Saber’s mind had already begun to fall into chaos. She had not been mistaken. Those truly were the Knights of the Round Table, as well as her own soldiers…