The Streetlamp King

A pair of powerful bulls pulled a majestic chariot. Together, they formed Rider's Noble Phantasm, Via Regia, an Anti-Army Noble Phantasm. Rider had driven it in life, sweeping through battlefields without opposition.

A piercing roar of thunder erupted before Duke. Purple lightning sprang from beneath the divine bulls' hooves, magnified through the rolling wheels until its momentum resembled an army of thousands.

"Hahaha, Berserker, you truly are a warrior of extraordinary courage!" Rider steered the chariot, a trace of admiration appearing in his eyes as he watched Duke neither dodge nor retreat. Yet the chariot did not slow in the slightest.

"Crush him, Divine Chariot!"

As the chariot charged before Duke, Rider let out a thunderous shout. Between the two divine bulls, an iron hammer like a battering ram emerged, intending to sweep aside the obstacle ahead with brute force.

The divine bulls' charge was immensely powerful. With such a short-range burst, the battering ram became an unstoppable ramhead, carrying immense force as it crashed down.

"Ha!"

Duke gave a low shout, planted his feet against the ground, leaned forward, and caught the ramhead—thicker than a cannon barrel—with both hands.

Boom!!

A deafening explosion rang out as a shocking Impact Wave spread outward. They remained locked in stalemate for a single breath before the two divine bulls bellowed and pushed forward.

Duke's feet sank into the concrete. His steel-forged body stood upright as two deep furrows were plowed into the ground and he was forced steadily backward.

"Haah!!!"

Duke's eyes flew wide open, veins bulging across his neck as his muscles swelled, making his armor creak and groan.

Rider's face filled with horror. Duke not being sent flying the instant they collided had already greatly shocked him. Then something even more astonishing happened—the chariot's advance began slowing more and more.