Chapter 560: 478 Vicious Guests Are Coming
"Rumble...!"
That day, the grand cathedral of Salisbury quaked as if struck by a massive earthquake, trembling throughout.
The ground shook incessantly.
The atmosphere wailed continuously.
Buildings teetered as if on the verge of collapse.
The area struck directly by the white meteor, centered on the impact site, collapsed within a radius of hundreds of meters. Nothing was spared, neither buildings nor streets.
Naturally, shockwaves rolled out like a massive explosion, blowing away rock layers, soil, fragile man-made structures, and fairies in frantic escape, making it seem as though a large-scale gas explosion had occurred in Salisbury, exceptionally terrifying.
That scene resembled a natural disaster, akin to hell.
"Hmm..."
In this apocalypse-like scenario, Lancelot, unleashing all her power for an assault, wobbled into the air, attempting to escape the disastrous scene.
Just as the strongest, most beautiful fairy was about to engage her best skill, Acceleration, a hand reached out from the swirling dust and grabbed her foot.
"What...!?"
Lancelot’s delicate face suddenly changed.
At the same time, an indifferent voice resounded through the disaster-like scene.
"Sun Breathing·Ten Forms·Radiant Grace!"
A spiral-shaped slash burst forth, entwining flames as hot as the sun, struck Lancelot from below with great force.
"Boom!"
Facing this scorching, powerful slash and unable to dodge as her foot was caught, Lancelot could only hastily raise her forearm guards and take the hit head-on.
Instantly, flames exploded and the slash struck, dispersing the dust rising from the collapsing ground with a sudden blaze, accompanied by a noticeable splash of blood, spraying towards the sky.
Everything happened too quickly, and the scene that unfolded was swift, causing Salisbury, a tourist destination, to endure a catastrophe it should never have faced, suffering destruction unseen in hundreds to thousands of years.
It was not known how long it took for the catastrophic scene to gradually calm down.
On the ground that had turned into a crater, two figures faced each other, each kneeling on one knee, breathing heavily.
"Truly... a strong and powerful strike..."
Lancelot kneeled on the left, her face mask falling off—or rather, shattered—exposing a face that was youthful yet unexpectedly caused national disasters.
However, the state of this disastrous fairy knight was quite bad, her armor almost shattered, and a burn-like sword wound appeared on her body, bleeding profusely and staining the overly beautiful girl’s body red, giving her an eerily beautiful appearance.
"You’re not bad either..."
Reiger kneeled on the right. Though not as bloody as Lancelot, his clothes, created with a high-level item creation and defensively superior to third-grade special armor, were tattered, and he looked unwell, faintly pale, as if he too had sustained serious injuries.
If not for continually activating "Radiant Golden Red Body" during his fight with Lancelot—a defensive magic that completely nullified slash attacks—he would have suffered numerous wounds from Lancelot’s light swords.
Even so, Reiger was injured by the full-force assault from Lancelot that sent him crashing from the sky to the ground.
While Reiger’s injuries weren’t as severe as Lancelot’s, an injury was still an injury, and he had to admit that Lancelot was indeed very strong to push him to this extent.
"[Magic No Chant·Diya Flatel]."
Reiger activated healing magic, causing his body to sparkle with magic light.
"You still have recovery techniques?" Lancelot noted, her face pale yet her expression remained cool, "Is this the tenacity of the Chosen One?"
"Well, I concede,"
"If it’s you, you indeed could have a chance at overthrowing King Morgan’s rule."
As she spoke, Lancelot attempted to stand but failed.
But it didn’t matter, if she couldn’t stand, she could still fly.
Lancelot simply flew up, lifting her bloodied body off the ground.
"Can you still fight?"
Seeing this, Reiger couldn’t help but laugh.
"Worthy of the strongest Elf Knight, truly not bad."
Saying this, Reiger also stood up.
The two faced each other in the midst of a devastated crater, their gazes becoming intense once again.
"Come on!" Lancelot energetically declared, "Let’s continue!"
Reiger naturally had only one response.
"I wouldn’t have it any other way."
With that, the battle reignited.
Both maintained their confrontational stance, one sheathing his sword and assuming a stance that blazed with flames, the other detonating magic power, filling his body with power like a roaring dragon.
Undoubtedly, it was time to determine the winner.
The next strike would be their truly strongest, a fully unleashed finishing move.
Then, among the two present, only one would survive, while the other would inevitably fall.