She was still dressed in the same unchanging tuxedo and white shirt, a gender-neutral outfit—but unlike her usual simplicity, she now possessed an indescribable beauty... or perhaps it was more accurate to call it bewitching.
The immense power she released seemed endless... She moved slowly, heading toward Sir Pugin.
Black light supported her body, while her hollow, empty eyes... seemed to suggest that her current state was abnormal.
From the moment Lancelot began releasing her power, Sir Pugin had sensed an unprecedented crisis approaching... As if even the Holy Grail clenched in his hand could no longer dispel his unease.
And she... continued approaching slowly, as though nothing in the world could stand in her way.
Sir Pugin's eyes narrowed slightly... His gaze swept around before landing on Simpton. The moment Simpton saw Pugin's look, he did not hesitate.
As if reacting on instinct, he directly abandoned the perfect opportunity to kill Gareth. His body flashed like black lightning. Raising the Demon Sword, he appeared before Lancelot and slashed downward, the blade carving out a straight trajectory.
It was perhaps about to cleave Lancelot in two!
Yet she showed no reaction. When the Demon Sword descended, even her eyelids did not move... She merely extended her palm.
It was as if a black light violently contracted and expanded in that instant... Simpton, clad in black armor, was suddenly embedded entirely in the air.
It felt as though he had changed from three-dimensional to flat.
The bizarre scene startled the few people who remained. What happened next was even more horrifying than Sir Pugin defeating the Round Table Knight who had left his name behind with a single strike.
Because they heard the sound of something breaking—a sound like shattering something already cracked.
Simpton's body shattered... like a broken object falling