At the same time, on the other two battlefields, the fierce battles were still going on.
It was especially so for Altoria and Modred. Their momentum was far greater than that of Matthew and Lancelot's.
Matthew and Lancelot were only fiercely attacking and defending, maintaining this situation. For a moment, they were in a deadlock.
On the other hand, Altoria and Modred did not intend to hold back. Both of them intended to kill the other party. The pitch-black storm and crimson lightning continued to roll and move, appearing in every corner of the battlefield.
"Clang — Clang — Clang — Clang — Clang —"
The intense sounds of swords colliding echoed, causing the pitch-black figure and the crimson figure to chase each other at an astonishing speed. Like two thunderbolts, they flashed back and forth and flew in every direction of the battlefield. In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged hundreds or even thousands of blows, causing the mana and atmosphere to become chaotic.
"Heyahhhhh!"
Modred roared repeatedly. The King's Sword in his hand slashed through bursts of lightning, attacking Altoria like a storm, causing the crimson lightning to become chaotic and tremble non-stop.
"Hmph!"
In response, Altoria only snorted coldly. The Holy Sword in her hand was swung like a flash, bouncing off the lightning strikes one by one. She even closed in on the crimson lightning like a berserk demonic dragon. The Holy Sword was like its fangs, ruthlessly biting towards Modred, causing Modred to narrowly escape death several times.
The battle between these two was so intense and dangerous that there was no room for others to intervene.
Under normal circumstances, the difference in strength between Artoria and Mordred wouldn't be that big.
Modred originally inherited Altoria's bloodline. Although he was born as an artificial life because of Morgan's conspiracy, he was still the legitimate successor of the Knight King's bloodline. His strength should not be too different from Altoria's. Even the combination of their skills was similar. They both had high-level Intuition and high-level Mana Release. In addition, one held the Holy Sword, and the other held the King's Sword. Perhaps Altoria's performance was slightly higher than Modred's, but the gap was very small.
Now, Altoria reversed the situation. She squandered her excessive magical power, and she was more violent than usual. She should be stronger than Modred, but Modred was blessed by the three Holy Grails and had three blessings. Compared to the original Altoria, he was already a lot stronger.
But now, Altoria and Rozen formed a contract, her Spiritual Base was upgraded again, and she had the support of the Holy Grail's magical power. Compared to Modred, who had three blessings, she was no weaker.
In fact, she was even a little bit stronger.
Therefore, even though Mordred's Mana Release skill had been greatly improved after Blessing's enhancement, and the red lightning bolts released were much more powerful than before, in terms of squandering mana, Alter was not inferior to Mordred at all. With the support of a planet's level of mana, Alter's Mana Release was not inferior to Mordred at all.
Thus, amidst this intense battle, the battlefield seemed as if it was plowed by a pitch black storm and crimson lightning, and it either completely cracked apart or completely exploded apart. The ground quaked while rumbling resounded without end, and its impetus was so great that it could be said to be at the level of a natural disaster.
But …
"It's almost time to end it."
Altoria mercilessly announced in the fierce confrontation.
This infuriated Mordred.
"Do you think you've won …!?"
Mordred shouted at the top of her lungs.
"Isn't this a given?" Altoria said expressionlessly, "We are now about equal in terms of pure power. No, I should be slightly better. Even if it's not much, it's enough to deal with you."
"You can talk big all you want! King Arthur! " Modred was so angry that he laughed and shouted, "When I cut off your head again, you will know that winning or losing is not about the amount of power, but the final victory!"
"You're right." Altoria did not deny it and said, "If I can't win, then no matter how strong I am, it's useless. Let me stab you in the stomach, Rebellious Knight."
"If you can do it, then come!" Mordred grinned without the slightest fear.
So …
"Ha!"
Altoria finally shouted, suddenly turned around, and her feet were like hammers, slamming the ground.
"Boom!"
Amidst the explosive sound, dust flew up.
Amidst the dust, a black shadow shot out.
It was the Holy Sword.
Altoria threw her Holy Sword straight out in the dust, causing it to shoot toward Modred.
"What …!?"
Modred was shocked.
Not to mention Mordred, if it were anyone else, they would be shocked by this scene.
Because the Holy Sword that symbolized King Arthur himself was actually thrown out just like that. Who would have thought that it would happen?
Not to mention, for a knight, losing the sword was equivalent to losing his life. No one would have thought that Altoria would do this.
"Are you at your wit's end? King Arthur! "
Modred reacted quickly and slashed with the King Sword in his hand.
"Clang!"
With a crisp sound, the black Holy Sword was knocked away by Modred's King Sword.
"Without the Holy Sword, let's see how you can beat me …!"
Modred shouted loudly and rushed in the direction of Altoria.
The dust that enveloped Altoria was immediately blown away by the strong wind, revealing the situation inside.
Altoria reappeared in front of Modred.
But …
"Swoosh!"
Amidst the sharp piercing sound, an afterimage that was filled with Mana burst out from within.
Modred could not react at all.
Then …
"Puchi!"
With a tearing sound, blood splattered.
“.....！”
Mordred could not help but stop in her tracks and widen her eyes.
Altoria lowered her body and stood in front of Modred, her eyes cold.
Upon closer inspection, Altoria was holding a spear in her hand.
It was a spear that no one had noticed on the battlefield.
Altoria picked it up under the cover of the dust, filled it with magic, and pierced through Modred's abdomen, so that the tip of the spear penetrated Modred's back.
Blood spilled on the ground.
Altoria spoke.
"Don't forget how I killed you when you were alive."
Yes.
When he was alive, Modred was not killed by the Holy Sword, but by King Arthur's Holy Spear piercing through his abdomen.
So …
"Without the Holy Sword, it has no effect on whether I can kill you or not." Altoria said coldly, "Even now, I don't have the Holy Spear in my hand."
With that, Altoria pulled out the spear, letting the blood spray like a fountain.
"Father … King …"
Modred spat out blood and slowly fell down.
On the other side, a muffled sound suddenly resounded through the field.
"Bang!"
With such a muffled sound, Lancelot's figure was finally sent flying, smashing into the ground and rolling a few times before coming to a stop.
"Phew …"
Only then did Matthew put away the shield she swung out and exhaled.
It seemed that the winner had been decided.
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