Servant vs. Servant, Master vs. Master

"That was... Caster's attack. As expected of the holy king of ancient Israel—his moves were truly extraordinary."

Solomon's attack was far too conspicuous; nearly the entire city could see it.

Lancelot sheathed his sword and watched the enormous pillars of light descend one after another in the distance, unable to help but sigh.

Though he was too far away to see clearly, he could still sense that the power of every pillar of light falling from the sky far surpassed the release of an ordinary Holy Sword.

It was no exaggeration to say that its destructive power even exceeded the light-cannon attacks he unleashed with Arondight.

But this method of attack consumed an enormous amount of magical energy...