Chapter 562: Attack of the Evil Guest_3
"Because Lancelot’s tone," she clearly told them both, "you are absolutely no match for the opponent standing before her right now, unable to bring her the pleasure she’s enjoying."
Such an implication, let alone Woodworth who always saw Lancelot as a thorn in his side couldn’t stand it, even Gawain clenched the sword in his hand.
The strongest Elf Knight—to Gawain, who was also an Elf Knight, this was not a title easily accepted.
"Sorry to disrupt your enjoyment," Gawain said quite coldly to Lancelot, "But since even you can’t take down this opponent, it’s only natural for us to join forces given the way the situation has developed."
"After all, His Majesty’s command was for me, you, Woodworth, and Aurora to act together to capture the Child of Prophecy."
"According to Woodworth, the child who appeared in the Bell Tower was not just the Child of Prophecy but also a foreign magician. We’ve already accidentally let one escape. We can’t let this one get away, no matter what."
Gawain, saying this, turned her gaze to Reiger.
In her eyes, too, was a battle intent similar to Lancelot’s—and even more intense than the cool-tempered Lancelot, this female warrior’s desire for a formidable opponent, eager for a fight to the death, was apparent.
And Reiger, who could stand toe to toe with Lancelot without being outweighed, was just the opponent to satisfy her desire for combat (appetite).
She was also becoming a little impatient.
As for Lancelot, at this moment, she furrowed her beautiful eyebrows and fell silent.
After a moment, the Sky Knight sighed, speaking with apparent regret,
"Since it is a command, I naturally have no objection."
The strongest Elf Knight then decisively gave up on a one-on-one duel with Reiger, even though it caused her regret.
Of course, such regret, seen by Gawain and Woodworth who had never received such treatment from Lancelot, was quite unpleasant.
"Elf Knight..."
Woodworth even displayed an overtly scornful look.
Of the current three Elf Knights, whether it was Gawain, who had embarrassed him repeatedly, the ever-proud Lancelot, posturing as the strongest existence, or even the constantly disrespectful Tristan, Woodworth found none of them pleasing.
These individuals were not only of problematic origins but also lacked respect toward him, loyalty toward the Fairy Country of Britain, and the upbringing of superior fairies; to Woodworth, they were all insufferable beings.
And yet, Queen Morgan held great trust in these three, increasingly valuing them while ceasing to pay him the attention she used to, which truly frustrated Woodworth.
"I really don’t understand what His Majesty is thinking, why trust these filthy fairies of dubious origins."
"When this Britain still has me, and the Tusk Clan."
"How infuriating!"
The more Woodworth thought about it, the angrier he got, and it seemed he redirected that anger toward Reiger, who was watching the situation with a detached air, growling at him.
"You’ve saved yourself a life, Child of Prophecy!"
"Now, I give you a chance!"
"Surrender and kneel, repent for the fallen elites of the Tusk Clan!"
Woodworth’s contempt-laden speech caused both Lancelot and Gawain to frown.
As for Reiger, he responded with just one action.
That was—to draw his sword.
"Sun Breathing·Land Form·Bone-Burning Sun!"
The black blade slashed violently, instantly creating a vortex of flames.
The flame vortex spun and howled as it unfurled, vaporizing the atmosphere and carving through the earth, bringing its astonishing heat and high temperature toward Woodworth.
"Roar!"
Woodworth immediately roared, waving his hands rapidly, and countless claw lights burst forth to meet the incoming fire vortex.
"Boom!"
The flame vortex collided with the numerous claw lights, both exploding and sending sparks flying through the air.
Only then did Reiger’s voice began to slowly resound.
"Expecting me to surrender?"
"Expecting me to kneel and repent?"
"Just because of you, this old mutt that’s about to lose its teeth?"
Reiger took to the air, entering the line of sight of Lancelot and the two others.
"Don’t make me laugh."
As his voice trailed off, Reiger disappeared from his original spot.
When he reappeared, it was right in front of Woodworth.
"...!?"
Woodworth was startled, his body reflexively trying to leap away.
What greeted him was a ferocious slash.
"Sun Breathing Ninth Form, Setting Sun Turn!"
Reiger, who had teleported right in front of Woodworth, flashed into the air, and in an inverted stance, delivered a cross slash that wrapped the blade in flames as hot as the sun, aimed at Woodworth’s neck.
"Clang!"
This swift and ferocious slash landed on Woodworth’s neck and, just like before, elicited a sound of metal against metal.
The recovering Woodworth, furious, disregarded the blade at his neck and bombarded Reiger with a claw.
But Reiger had disappeared again.
"Still so tough, I see."
The voice came from behind Woodworth.
"Is that high and mighty attitude, that inexplicable confidence, coming from your protective layer?"
"If that protection were gone, would you still speak with such a tough manner, such domineering tone?"
"I, am quite looking forward to it."
As he spoke, a surge of crimson energy waves suddenly erupted from behind Woodworth, hitting him squarely on the back.
"Gaahaaaaaa...!"
Woodworth let out a squawk like a duck being squeezed, and under the assault of the crimson energy waves, was sent flying.
The crimson energy wave continued along its path, blasting through meteorite craters, tearing through the urban area, and destroying buildings in its wake, relentlessly flying forward.
Everything it passed was disintegrated and erased without a trace.