Chapter 431: God-Slaying Sword, Tear This World Apart!
Who was that?
They were so close—just a little more, and her guardian deity could have captured Athena.
Even if they hadn't captured Athena, they could have at least severely wounded this arrogant goddess.
But at this critical moment, a knight had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Dressed in white armor and riding a white horse, they were like another version of Uncle.
This knight had emerged, rescued Athena, and forced Uncle back.
Then, the clash of their swords left Guinevere utterly stunned.
In her heart, her peerless Uncle was actually being suppressed.
Suddenly, Uncle's sword was deflected, leaving him defenseless as the opponent's blade came down upon him, cleaving his body in two.
The sight nearly made Guinevere scream, but the bisected body dissolved into mist and vanished.
At the same time, mist coalesced behind the opponent, forming Uncle's figure, whose sword flashed and severed the opponent's head.
As expected, Uncle was still the strongest—!
Huh?
Guinevere was taken aback because the opponent had also turned into mist.
Thus, the next twenty slashes, though they seemed to strike true, all dissipated into mist.
This eerie duel left Guinevere unbearably tense.
Suddenly, the sky had become overcast with dark clouds without anyone noticing.
In the next instant, responding to Uncle's summons, countless bolts of lightning struck down, scorching the entire earth. The residual electricity danced across the ground like a net.
In that case, the opponent—
"What... what!"
An incredulous whisper escaped Guinevere's lips, for the lightning had no effect on the opponent—because they, too, could control lightning.
Correction—the lightning wasn't entirely ineffective; it simply depended on whose control was more refined and powerful.
As long as one surpassed the other, they could still inflict damage.
So, she witnessed two masses of lightning clashing.
One of them grew faster and faster—it was Uncle, using his ability to absorb lightning and convert it into divine speed.
Thus, the situation quickly shifted to Uncle launching high-speed attacks from all directions against the opponent at the center, forcing them into a defensive stance.
If this continued, victory would undoubtedly belong to Uncle—
"Uncle!!!"
Guinevere couldn't help but scream, for this time, as Uncle transformed into lightning to strike the opponent at high speed, the opponent, abandoning defense, struck back with a mutually damaging blow.
Uncle was sent flying, and crimson droplets scattered through the air—it was blood.
"Stay back, Aiko!!!"
Lancelot stopped the panicked figure rushing to support him. Beneath the mask—no, the mask had been split open, revealing a delicate face—her expression was grave as she stared at the opposing knight.
She had never encountered such a troublesome knight, one who felt like a berserker, for their attacks completely disregarded defense, appearing as nothing but pure, violent slashes.
Only after crossing blades did Lancelot realize those were her opponent's most perfectly executed slashes—the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
Each god-speed strike that seemed to give her the upper hand was in fact the opposite.
She couldn't cease her divine-speed assaults, needing to continuously accelerate her attacks without abrupt interruption. Otherwise, the opponent's fierce strikes would instantly overwhelm her, leaving her breathless.
Moreover, some seemingly identical abilities held subtle distinctions.
Take the mist, for instance. Her opponent's fog carried the aura of the God of the Underworld, saturated with deathly energy that seemed to possess cursing properties.
Had anyone else been fighting, they would likely have been corroded by now.
It was only due to her own mist-transformation ability that she avoided erosion, yet prolonged entanglement would become unbearable even for her.
Suddenly, her opponent's figure grew indistinct—was she initiating mist-transformation?
But it clarified immediately, causing Lancelot's heart to sink.
The visual distortion she witnessed wasn't her opponent's change, but rather her own vision faltering.
Though the decapitating strike moments earlier hadn't connected directly, the impact transmitted through her helmet had hammered her brain like a iron mallet, causing blood to seep from one eye and one ear.
This meant her vision and hearing were impaired, making the subsequent confrontation even more disadvantageous.
Her pupils constricted as Lancelot noticed the abnormal changes around them. The dissipating mist revealed a medieval city surrounding them.
"Uncle!"
Aiko's sudden cry drew her attention as a slightly rusted glowing double-edged sword came flying toward them—the Divine Sword of Salvation.
This was the divine blade forged from the remains of the king she had once pursued.
Originally covered in heavy rust, it would have required more time to fully shed its corrosion and awaken. But now Guinevere had forcibly awakened it, paying the price with a significant amount of her vital essence.
"O power of the oak, lend your strength to my uncle!"
Originally just a blade, with Guinevere's words of power, a hilt attached itself to it. However, due to the hilt's unusual length, it transformed into a spear-like weapon.
As soon as Guinevere finished her chant, she was inexplicably bound to a cross, with a pile of firewood stacked beneath it.
This seemingly familiar scene—no, this scene reminiscent of historical records—made Lancelot's expression tighten.
She also felt a force attempting to influence her, trying to strip her of bodily control and compel her to participate in this woven narrative.
So, grasping the divine sword, she parted her lips and spoke.
"O ancient steel, become my strength. Let it become the blade that clears the sprouts of chaos!"
As her words of power fell, the force trying to control her was dispelled by the sword's radiant light.
"In the name of a warrior's honor, I hereby display divine might! Divine Sword of Salvation, tear this world asunder!"
A shining platinum sphere appeared at the tip of the raised divine sword and shot into the sky.
In the blink of an eye, it hung in the sky like a silver sun.
The next moment, as if experiencing a helium flash, white light scattered wildly.
Thus, this world was being torn apart.
"What a monster!!!"
She couldn't help but mutter with a bitter smile.
Some of the white flashes shot toward the knight, who didn't evade but instead met them with slashes. However, rather than dispersing the attacks, he deflected them like ricocheting bullets.
This made Lancelot realize even more profoundly how formidable her opponent was.
Deflecting or redirecting energy-based attacks wasn't something she couldn't do herself. The problem was that the Divine Sword of Salvation's assaults were exceptionally powerful—she could only dodge them, unable to react quickly enough to parry them.
Attempting to slash them would result in taking a direct hit!
Time waited for no one. Seizing the opportunity while the wild white flashes restricted the knight's movements, she immediately mounted her white steed, rushed to Aiko's side, rescued her, and charged out through a torn rift.
Because at some point, they had been drawn into a bounded space.