The sword in Richard the Lionheart's hand quietly changed under Mordred and the others' watchful eyes.
In the next instant, a dazzling, deeply nostalgic radiance bloomed from the holy sword's edge.
A magnificent torrent of light appeared atop the massive platform, then plunged into the mountain in the blink of an eye!!
"How is that possible?!!"
Mordred, who bore the brunt of it, was instantly sent flying hundreds of meters away. Like a cannonball, she crashed straight into the mountainside beyond the massive platform, and rubble came cascading down in an instant.
Burying Mordred beneath it!
Even after taking the torrent of light head-on, Mordred had suffered no more than cracks in her armor. Yet she stared in shock at Richard the Lionheart, who was exchanging blows with Lancelot in the distance.
That holy sword's light that had just erupted was undoubtedly the same radiance as the Sword of Promised Victory wielded by King Arthur, Arthur Pendragon!
Even if their power differed, Mordred was certain she could not be mistaken!
Mordred was not the only one. Tristan too felt both amazement and sorrow. "What a familiar radiance... the Sword of Promised Victory—"
Lancelot, who had endured the holy sword's radiance head-on, swung his blade at Richard the Lionheart with a trace of anger!
"So this is your true face, Richard the Lionheart!"
Clang! Clang!
It was not merely the weapon he wielded that shocked everyone present. The martial skill Richard the Lionheart displayed was enough to contend with Lancelot without falling behind!
Buzz, buzz.
After his brief surprise, Tristan, who had been circling along the edge, continuously unleashed slashes, trying to assist Lancelot in taking Richard the Lionheart down in one fell swoop!
But as the battle between Lancelot and Richard the Lionheart instantly intensified, both figures vanished from where