Chapter 561: Attack of the Evil Guest_2
Of course, it was also possible that both would perish together, falling side by side.
But at this moment, whether it was Reiger or Lancelot, even understanding this, they were still filled with a fiery fighting spirit in their chests, preparing to unleash their strongest attacks on the warrior before them.
"Sun’s Breath·Thirteenth Form——"
Reiger whispered softly.
"The unknown——"
Lancelot was also ready to release the true name of his finishing move.
Flames and Magic Power burst forth from their bodies at the same time, soaring into the sky and disrupting the entire battlefield.
"Secret Technique——"
"Purity——"
Just as Reiger was about to draw his sword and Lancelot was ready to launch his light blade, aiming to charge at each other, suddenly, someone broke into the battlefield.
"Gaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh——!"
It was a roar filled with rage and resentment.
As the roar resounded, a figure dashed in at astonishing speed, attacking Reiger without hesitation, unleashing a storm-like flurry of claws.
"...!"
Reiger, just about to release his ultimate Secret Technique, had a slight change of expression and without saying another word, activated a chantless spell—[Advanced Teleportation].
"Whoosh!"
The figure, burning with flames, vanished abruptly.
Almost at 0.01 seconds later, the storm-like claw strike descended.
"Boom!"
The spot where Reiger had stood just a second before was instantly shattered by the whip-like claw strike, completely exploding, turning even the rubble into dust.
Reiger’s figure then appeared a dozen meters away, reining in the flames burning around him, dissipating the power of his Secret Technique, while he looked coldly at the uninvited guest.
"Woodworth!"
Lancelot, just like Reiger ready to unleash her deadly move, saw the attacker and her normally cool face finally crumbled, replaced by a level of shock and displeasure that had never appeared before.
The sudden attacker was indeed Woodworth.
Woodworth, revealing his true fury-laden form, glanced at Reiger with eyes beginning to fill with blood.
"You finally decided to come down, huh? You two bastards...!"
Woodworth let out a roar of unrestrainable fury.
Reiger could only offer Woodworth a look of indifference.
"It’s you, mutt," Reiger said impassively, "Who else but you, always pretending to be a gentleman, would charge in, ignoring everything."
On hearing Reiger’s words, Woodworth’s eyes grew even redder.
The name "mutt" was no doubt a result of their last confrontation.
Their exchange was still fresh in memory.
"Then you shall fail!"
"Come and try, if you can’t do it, you’re the mutt."
As it turned out, Woodworth indeed failed to leave Reiger behind, the child of prophecy whom he saw as a threat.
Thus, he became the "mutt" in Reiger’s mouth, something he could not refute.
Woodworth’s anger erupted as he remembered that conversation.
"I’ll kill you!"
At that moment, the chieftain of the Tusk Clan was ready to rush at Reiger and bomb him to smithereens.
However, as Woodworth completely lost control, succumbing to blind rage, a slashing attack struck at him.
It was a slash composed of intense fire.
The slash, hot as waves and sharp as steel, was not only weighty and powerful but also infused with a power akin to Sun’s Fire, capable of incinerating the enemy before even hitting.
At first glance, this fiery slash seemed to be released by Reiger, but this was not the case.
The one who swung this strike was not the enemy Reiger but Woodworth’s ally.
"Bang!"
In the explosive sound, the ground where Woodworth stood was shattered, leaving behind a clearly visible scorch mark.
Unfortunately, Woodworth was not struck.
Though he had lost control, he had not lost his instincts and wildness, and he jumped back subconsciously, dodging the weighty strike.
"Gawain!"
Woodworth, recognizing who had launched the attack, bellowed toward a direction.
There, a muscular figure with armor and the sound of chains rubbing against his body approached slowly.
It was the Elf Knight, Gawain.
"Don’t make me repeat the same thing over and over again, Woodworth," Gawain said coldly, "Mind your status. His Majesty’s order was to capture him alive. Do you want to kill him and disappoint Queen Morgan, making her dissatisfied with all of us from the Tusk Clan?"
Woodworth was left speechless and contorted with an unusual twist of his features.
Gawain then turned to Lancelot, whose appearance was covered in blood, and his expression became more solemn.
"It looks like you’ve been through a tough fight, Lancelot."
Gawain spoke in a heavy tone.
"...It can indeed be considered tough, fighting to this extent," Lancelot did not deny it, but her face still showed displeasure, "Yet you interrupted me."
"You’re annoyed by that?" Gawain looked down at Lancelot, using his height advantage, "Was it really a battle that brought you so much pleasure?"
"Indeed," Lancelot admitted frankly, "There aren’t many battles that can give the strongest me so much satisfaction. Now you’ve interrupted me, so even I am displeased."
Hearing this, both Gawain and Woodworth looked a bit uglied.
Indeed, Lancelot’s statement was straightforward, but it was precisely because of this that their faces showed displeasure.