With a mysterious and ancient rhythmic sound, it silently broke through the seven-colored light curtain around Lancelot, and clearly appeared in his ears.

Wind King Enchantment?

Lancelot narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his forehead slightly, and stared intently at the silly hairy girl across from him, raising his sword in both hands, holding his breath.

After waiting for dozens of seconds, the surrounding space was calm, and the expected powerful blow of Artoria's earth-shattering stone did not come.

What's the situation?

A surprised doubt flashed in Lancelot's eyes, and in the super strong perception of his superior knight shrouded in a radius of hundreds of meters, everything around him really didn't change.

Is it a bluff?

Seeing the blonde girl on the opposite side with a calm complexion, suspended in the air, burning with a flame-like red fighting aura, Lancelot was keenly aware that the "Red Dragon Sword" in the girl's hand was detached from the collision with the "Indestructible Lake Light", and the cracks on the sword body were slowly recovering.

"I see! Beautiful lady, are you ready to stall for time? ”

Lancelot thought he understood everything and said aloud.

A knowing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

If it was a normal situation, he wouldn't mind showing his chivalrous demeanor. But now in this situation where the consumption is very large and the fighting spirit is not much, looking at the girl in front of her, although the hair is a little messy, but the flame fighting energy that has been boiling in mid-air for a long time, but not a drop of sweat has flowed, Lancelock does not want to be "consumed to death" in shame.

"Well, excuse me, offended!"

He said sharply, raising the seven-colored holy sword of the "Indestructible Lake Light" with both hands. Fight your way up, accompanied by a screeching sonic boom. The whole body turned into a conspicuous seven-colored streamer under the night sky, and rushed towards the blonde girl opposite.

However. Is the so-called "Wind King Enchantment" really useless?

At night, in the sky, countless stars, often invisible to modern industrial society, dotted with green above the empty and vast sky, exuding endless light.

In the past, the constellation of these stars would be the talk of countless Hufflepuff lords and nobles at night. However, today, the fighting spirit and will of the two great knights who stood on the pinnacle of the earth fought with all their might, in this silent land. As striking as a torch.

Even the countless beasts in the dark forest next to Patch City had stopped howling in the middle of the night.

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"What kind of power is that?"

Godric, the red-haired mage who had been watching the battle in the sky from the ground, suddenly cried out in surprise.

"How is that possible!"

Salazar, who was standing next to Godric, couldn't suppress the shock in his heart, and said in that somewhat hoarse Parseltongue voice.

Rowena, who had black silky hair, although she didn't scream out like the two admirers on her left, but her pursed lips were a little white, which could show that the surprise in her heart at the moment was no less than the other two.

I saw the sky in the middle of the battlefield. Lancelot, the fierce knight holding the holy sword, whose figure surpassed several times the speed of sound, suddenly suddenly stopped less than a meter in front of Artoria.

Those professionals who stand on the ground and watch the battle beyond mortals. It can be clearly seen that countless translucent air ropes spread out of the void, densely binding Lancelot's waist and limbs. Binding him firmly in front of Artoria, let Lancelot's body burn brightly under his will, as bright as the seven-colored light of the Holy Sword mixed with the "Indestructible Lake Light" sparked. They can't break through those transparent and slender shackles.

"That's the royal family's secret golden will, the ancient elves' spiritual arts!"

"It's a kind of secret art that is supplemented by words. A means to harness the law with the golden will of a legendary knight! ”

In the square in front of the gate of Patch City, the old butler Blake finally arrived at the scene. As he spoke, he looked at the silly girl in the sky and the figure that resonated with his blood with some concern.

"I once saw Youssedi slash the head of a demon lord with this move on the Demon Calamity Battlefield!"

"But that requires the will of the Golden Legend to be cast!"

He muttered in a low voice, his whole body burning with brilliant silver fighting aura again, as if he was ready to rush to the rescue at any time.

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"Do you harness the law with your will?"

In the castle in the center of Patch City, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the ornate study, Edward stared earnestly at the battlefield in the sky.

It is different from the second-order legendary spellcasters who use the sublimated huge spirit to integrate into the law and imitate the power of the law. The legendary knights of the gold rank, with their earth-shattering tenacious willpower, forcibly distorted the power of the laws of the plane.

It is also the power of using the law, and the legendary knight is far less powerful than the law obtained by the legendary spellcasters through the simulation law; But qualitatively, the legendary knights who used the power of the laws of the true plane distorted by their wills greatly exceeded the power of the laws simulated by most middle and lower-level spellcasters.

At the moment when the law fluctuations that truly belonged to the second order appeared in the sky, even Alice, who was sitting on his shoulder, stopped frolicking and looked at the sky.

"It's the law of the wind, it should be the law of the air! Father. ”

The little thing blinked its big eyes, and carefully identified it with its third-order vision.

"Sister Artoria is amazing!"

"However, my sister hasn't become a Golden Legend Knight yet, and even with her strong body that has awakened the blood of the red dragon, she won't be able to last long."

Edward gently stroked Alice's little head, making the little thing squint happily.

"Of course!"

He whispered, looking up at the sky again! ”

"But the power of the law is the law after all! If Lancelot has no other hole cards. ”

"Then this battle should be over!"

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Is this the end of it?

Is it actually the law power of the Legendary Rank?

It's incredible, this is obviously just a land the size of a kingdom, but it breeds such a strong man!

Lancelot looked down at the translucent air currents that were wrapped around his body, and the strong fighting qi inside his body couldn't break through these seemingly fine lines even if he was agitated hard.

Lancelot is no stranger to this fluctuation of power, and in his mother, Lancelot has felt similar fluctuations countless times.

With the restraint of the power of Artoria's "Wind King Enchantment" law, Lancelot's remaining fighting energy was forbidden in his body, and he could no longer pour into the "Indestructible Lake Light" holy sword as he did at the beginning.

The seven-colored glow flickered several times on the blade of the "Indestructible Lake Light" holy sword, as if it was conveying some secret message to its owner.

Looking at the flickering blade in front of him, Lancelot hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head.

Forget it! It's just a trial!

He looked up at the blonde girl in front of him, whose face was already a little pale.

"Okay!"

Lancelot, who decided to give up the struggle, felt the breath of blood resonance full of tension and excitement, and the tense emotions suddenly relaxed, and a deep tiredness welled up in his heart.

The holy sword in his right hand slipped from the palm of his clenched hand, and the snow-bright blade of the "Invincible Lake Light" reflected the silver moonlight in the sky, and fell to the ground with Xuan'er.

"Beautiful lady, you won!"

These were Lancelot's last words of chivalry for the evening.

Immediately, his consciousness plunged into deep darkness.

Without the protection of the Dou Qi and the Holy Sword, in the night sky, a fierce wind howled and blew, blowing the hood of Lancelot's head open.

Long purple hair, full of nobility and mysterious charm, spilled from under the gray hood, leading the wind to fly.

A very young girl's face, which surprised everyone, completely in line with the golden ratio, appeared in front of everyone.

Originally.

It's her!

And not his ・・・・・・・ (to be continued.) )