The lightning turned into a beam and directly shattered the corroded armor behind Hellerchein! The sparks of lightning burst outward; they were still a beam when they left his body, but as they continued outward, they spread and expanded, transforming into a pair of enormous, forked lightning wings—as if the two wings behind Hellerchein had blossomed in an instant!
It had been less than three seconds since Aleister first charged.
Both spearheads remained lodged in the other's body, and the two of them stayed frozen in that position.
The torrential rain battered their bodies, yet amid the clamor, it brought with it a trace of silence.
After a brief silence that somehow seemed to last forever, a peal of thunder came from the horizon.
The murky yellow on Hellerchein's armor receded in reverse, while the storm surging within Aleister also subsided.
He once again became a knight in silver armor and voluntarily released the Beheading Spear in his hand.
"...I lost."
Hellerchein's visor flipped upward. His low, echoing voice became clear and bright once more. "The lightning destroyed me faster than the storm tore you apart... If our levels had been the same, I would have died before you. And once I died, the storm would have stopped as well."
Because he had no choice.
The techniques he had taught Aleister numbered only four in total—two charges and two strikes.
Of the strike-type techniques, there were only Thunder Fury and Storm Strike.
The former allowed a weapon to erupt with a massive amount of high-temperature lightning in an instant. It was an outstanding burst attack, as well as the ranged area damage that melee transcendent beings lacked. The latter could whip up a storm during an attack, throwing enemies off balance and leaving them powerless, blocking ranged attacks from afar,