It was a breathtakingly fierce battle.
The two sides were utterly unequal existences.
One was the goddess who owned the Holy Lance that pinned the world's surface in place, the administrator of the Tower of the End, and had received the blessings of three great "Holy Grails."
The other was the one-armed knight known among the Knights of the Round Table for his meager strength, comparable only to that of an ordinary human knight. His power could not even be called that of a first-rate Servant.
If these two fought, the outcome should have been decided in an instant.
There was simply no comparison.
Compared to the former, the latter was far too insignificant.
The former was an existence comparable to a Grand, while the latter might not even count as Tactical Class. The gap in strength was unimaginably vast.
Thus, if the two clashed, the result should absolutely be decided in an instant, with the latter being instantly killed by the former.
In fact, just moments ago, Artoria had found an opening even while surrounded by Artoria [Alter], Mashu, and Luo Zhen, instantly dealing Bedivere a grievous wound that nearly killed him on the spot. This showed just how utterly disproportionate the gap in strength between them was.
Yet at this very moment, facing Bedivere's assault, Artoria was being suppressed.
"Haahhhhhh...!"
Sacred and noble Spiritual Energy surged throughout Bedivere's body, while profound, mysterious runes pulsed across him. As if possessed by a god, he kept closing in and attacking Artoria.
The Holy Sword in his hand swung out dazzling slashes, each one like a flash of light. They danced like a violent storm, like a clash of blades, continuously enveloping her.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang...!"
Artoria desperately swung the Holy Lance in her hands, deflecting each incoming slash