Chapter 612: 496 Broken-Horned Elf Knight_3
"Wind Breathing·Ninth Form·Vidyarama Typhoon!"
This was the final sword technique of Wind Breathing, and also the most powerful one in the Wind Breathing style.
Although this technique was not designated as a ’secret art’, if Wind Breathing had a technique that could be considered the secret art of this school, it would undoubtedly be this move.
Reiger used the strongest strike precisely when his enemy was on the verge of collapse, to secure victory.
"Boom!"
Countless piercing Wind Blades were unleashed by Reiger, who was upside down, creating a Blade Storm that enveloped the sky and rumbled toward Gawain below.
This was the blow that would decide the battle.
Just as the incisive storm was about to hit Gawain, the blood-soaked Elf Knight suddenly lifted his head.
"Crack!"
It was the sound of something breaking.
The source of the sound was above Gawain’s head.
Suddenly, Gawain reached out and forcefully broke off one of the horns on his head.
"————"
At that moment, a chilling sense of fatal crisis emerged in everyone’s hearts.
Instantly, as if by divine insight, everyone turned to look in Gawain’s direction.
Watching Gawain break off the horn on his head, letting blood stream down his forehead, staining his eyes and cheeks red, Reiger and Altoria were momentarily disregarded, while Lancelot and Tristan’s expressions underwent a drastic change.
"This is bad!"
Lancelot, rarely losing composure, cried out in alarm.
"He, he broke off his horn...!?"
Tristan’s face turned as white as a ghost.
"What, what is this?"
Altoria, although unaware of what was happening, still held her breath due to the sudden sense of fatal crisis.
As for Reiger, his pupils had already constricted to the size of needle tips.
In such a state, Gawain slowly lifted his bloodied face.
"Don’t! Look! Down! On! Me! Ah!"
In the midst of a deafening roar, Gawain’s already massive frame began to swell even bigger.
It was a beast breaking free from its shackles.
It was a scene of a devil masquerading as an elf returning to its true form.
Like a giant, the now immensely tall Gawain roared and, while roaring, hurled the horn he was clutching at Reiger.
The horn had expanded along with Gawain’s size, transforming into a flaming blade as massive as the sky, and with Gawain’s swing, it crashed into the ground.
"Rumble!!!"
Within the palace standing in Camelot, along with a thunderous roar that seemed to pierce the heavens, the entire palace shook violently as if it had exploded.
A corner of it was utterly destroyed.
Cracks spread across its exterior.
In the midst of violent shakes like those of a magnitude ten earthquake, every corridor in the palace, every room, and every corner began to show damage, either shattering or cracking.
Especially close to the destroyed section, there where pillars of fire soared into the sky.
The flames, like Karmic Fire erupting from hell, consumed everything, destroying everything.
Under this scene of destruction, some fairies screamed out loud, while others wailed in agony, creating an atmosphere of despair.
In Camelot, countless startled fairies ran onto the streets, looking toward the direction of the palace, abuzz with noise.
Inside the palace, whether it was the fairies who held positions there or the high-ranking fairies that had come for the wedding, they all howled in terror.
Especially those fairies who had just been rescued from the rubble near the Jade Throne Hall and had barely escaped their confines, when they saw the palace shaking violently again, they completely panicked.
"Isn’t it over yet?"
"Is it going to explode again...!?"
"No, please no!"
"I don’t want to be buried again!"
The cries and shouts of the fairies made Spurgen, who was being protected by soldiers, feel irritated.
"...Is the fight really that fierce?"
Spurgen murmured softly to himself.
"Alas..."
Aurora looked in the direction of the tremors without a hint of tension.
"Damn it!"
Woodworth, accompanied by several members of the Tusk Clan, was guarding Morgan while staring in the direction of the battlefield, grinding his teeth in secret.
He really wanted to rush over and tear that troublesome villain to pieces.
Just thinking about the enemy strutting around in the palace and desecrating their treasured and most noble British sanctuary made Woodworth wish he could join the battle personally.
Even if his participation would not change the outcome, it would be the same.
Woodworth had no idea that the one causing all this was not Reiger, but a fairy knight of his own kind.
"...Showing your true colors now, Gawain?"
Morgan, seated on the throne, squinted as if she saw through everything, looking towards the direction of the battlefield.
"Your opponent is my husband, even for you, it’d be impossible to defeat him while holding a ’fake name’, right?"
As the one who had given Gawain his name, no one knew better than Morgan that beneath the guise of ’Gawain’, the true identity of that fairy knight was something else altogether.
Nor did anyone understand better than Morgan that the name she had bestowed was not an empowerment but rather a shackle.
Each of the three major Elf Knights under the Queen had their true names, their true identities.
Of these three knights, aside from Tristan who had grown stronger due to his bestowed name, the other two did not grow stronger but weaker instead.
This was to be expected.
When a child is dressed in an adult’s skin, the child becomes stronger by appearing to be an adult, but when a demon is dressed in human skin, the demon only becomes weaker.
Now, one of the two demons bound by the Queen’s bestowed names had revealed its true face, albeit fleetingly.
"How will you deal with the demon hound capable of ravaging all of Britain? My husband..."