IBHJ Chapter 815

Mordred clutched the Grail tightly, her heart heavy with hesitation. She knew all too well the strength of the Sixth Seat. Over 1,500 years ago, they had clashed indirectly, but victory then wasn't about combat. She had won by successfully assimilating the Grail, which became her Noble Phantasm.

She usually avoided using the Grail's assimilation, but when faced with enemies she despised, she made an exception. It allowed her to contend with the Sixth Seat to a degree, but defeating him? That was a foolish thought.

To truly confront Sixth Seat, her only option was to unleash the Grail's third ability. But she always resisted using that ability. She still had an unfulfilled aspiration, a long-cherished wish. Until she achieved it, she refused to resort to using it. But could she really let the Sixth Seat be? If she did, the tragedy from over 1,500 years ago would surely repeat itself...

If that happened, Pan Human History would be powerless against the Council. Mordred had no attachment to Pan Human History, but if it was overturned, what would become of that stupid fool trapped in the prison of time and space?

As Mordred wrestled with her thoughts, a massive magic circle suddenly appeared in the surrounding space. It wasn't that Mordred was boasting, but having studied under Vivian in her early years, she had some knowledge of magecraft. While she couldn't claim mastery in the Age of Gods' magecraft or modern magecraft, she could confidently claim that she was better than an average Caster. But right now, she couldn't understand a single part of this enormous magic circle!

It wasn't because Mordred was stupid, but rather because this magic circle was created from a combination of various foundations drawn from different schools of magecraft and even from various races!

Mordred even recognized traces of some fairy's rune on it! What was the deal with this huge magic circle? Could it be Sixth Seat's secret technique? Her heart filled with alertness.

But not only her, even Sixth Seat couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when the huge magic circle appeared. He couldn't help but exclaim. "That witch... No, it can't be her. That's impossible." He composed himself. That woman had died many years ago; she couldn't possibly exist in this world anymore. He had made sure of that himself.

As this thought crossed his mind, countless mysterious runes rose from the huge magic circle, their ancient symbols glowing with an otherworldly light. They swirled and danced in the air, forming a muzzle that aimed directly at Sixth Seat. Before he could react, the muzzle fired countless thunderous strikes, each one more powerful than the last. But as expected, these thunderbolts passed through his body harmlessly.

However, the attack wasn't aimed at Sixth Seat. The thunderbolts struck the divine armaments revolving around his body, and some, like sharp swords, severed the massive tentacle and bombarded Shudde M'ell. This allowed Kiara, who was about to be dragged into the abyss, to break free from her predicament and once again become Mordred's weapon.

Mordred quickly controlled Kiara to grab the divine armaments and drag them into her endless black hole, crushing them.

Although she didn't know what had happened, with things going like this, there was no need for hesitation anymore. She only needed to continue controlling Kiara and cooperate with the huge magic circle to hold back Sixth Seat. So she focused her mind, pouring every ounce of her strength into maintaining control over Kiara.

As for the rest... Mordred looked up at the auroras dividing the sky and couldn't help but snort. The colors danced and swirled, painting the sky in a dazzling display of light. She could only leave it to those fighting within the Scandinavian Connecting Point and the people of Chaldea guarding Iceland. And she would be the one to hold back this most dangerous and evil villain!

....

Meanwhile, in another part of the battlefield, Surtr looked at the black ring in the sky, his body weak from overexertion but also filled with excitement. The ring pulsed with dark energy, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. "I can feel it! That overflowing aura of delicious human and the stable foundation of the world. There's no mistake. That is the new world of us giants!"

The giants all looked up at the sky-reaching road gradually approaching the black ring, their eyes gleaming with joy. The wait of ten thousand years had finally come to an end. There, that was heaven!

"This distance is already enough for us to cross over," Bergelmir frowned and turned to look at Surtr. "But for most of our people, it's still out of reach."

"I know," Surtr said. "I'll build the last section of the road. It only needs..."

Suddenly, not only Surtr but also Bergelmir and the other powerful giants frowned, their faces darkening.

"Just as I thought," Surtr sighed. "That aura of Heroic Spirits coming from the northern mountains... Eternal King must be planning to attack now."

One of the giants asked, "But how could they know you'd finish the road at this exact time?"

"Skadi," Surtr said simply.

The giants fell silent, understanding washing over them. With Skadi on Eternal King's side, it wasn't surprising that they'd figured out the timing.

Bergelmir snorted. "She's just a fake."

Surtr's eyes flickered as he calculated the time needed to complete the road. "Three days," he said, his voice strained. "If I burn some of my soul and spirit, I might be able to do it in about a day."

Bergelmir frowned. "Just make sure you save some of your strength for the fight. We need to win this."

Surtr nodded. "I know. But Bergelmir, you need to watch out for him. You must have felt it too, right?"

Bergelmir's eyes narrowed, his body tensing as he focused on the distant threat. "Mmm," he agreed, his voice a low rumble. "From what you've said, Eternal King's Noble Phantasm is a spear of the end. But this kind of murderous aura... it's probably not the Holy Lance, but the Holy Sword."

Surtr warned, "And not just any Holy Sword. It's the ultimate God-forged sword, created by the Planet itself as a weapon against outside threats. There's probably a Holy Sword wielder on Eternal King's side. Even the Council is cautious of them, which is why they've never risked attacking Chaldea directly. So be careful,"

Bergelmir scoffed and crossed his arms over his broad chest. "Hmph. I'm no invader from outer space. That sword can't hurt me." His gaze bore into Surtr, his voice dropping to a growl. "But don't you forget our deal, or I'll never let you go!"

Surtr met Bergelmir's glare with a smile, "If I break our agreement, you know where to find me. My life is yours for the taking."

Bergelmir stared at Surtr for a long moment, then turned and left without another word. "If you survive this, Surtr, you'll be a true giant."

As the last of the giants disappeared from view, Surtr turned his gaze skyward. The black ring loomed above him, a promise of salvation and a reminder of the trials yet to come. He closed his eyes, his brow furrowing in concentration. "I've felt it for a while now. Eternal King, it's you who's been watching me, isn't it? If you can hear me, listen closely."

His eyes snapped open, blazing with determination. He stepped onto the sky-reaching road, his footsteps echoing in the stillness. "We'll conquer Pan-Human History!" he declared, his voice ringing out like a clarion call. With each step, he poured his soul and spirit into the road, his very essence fueling its completion. It was the giants' path to survival, their only hope in the face of the coming storm. And Surtr would see it finished, no matter the cost.