While West Village was locked in fierce battle, over at East Village—
"Charge forward!"
"If you wish to live, then do not retreat! Slaughter to your heart's content!"
The petite knight stood atop a wyvern's back, her enormous lance aimed at the village ahead. Her eyes seemed clouded with filth, yet shone with incomparable brilliance as she led the wyvern riders behind her in a dive toward the village.
"Sir Bedivere! Take the flank!" Anno gritted his teeth, tightening his grip on the Holy Sword as he looked at the swarm of dragons blotting out the sky.
"Understood!" Bedivere moved with incredible speed. He held his sword in his left hand, while light had already begun to glow from his other arm.
Boom—!
A sphere of light formed from magical energy shot from Bedivere's arm, striking a roaring wyvern in midair with perfect accuracy.
Clang—
Magical energy surged over Chalk, radiating a pale divine light as it cleaved head-on into an incoming wyvern. The wyvern toppled sideways without even managing a scream, while Anno did not pause in the slightest. He seized the Purge Knight's lance and drove Chalk straight into his chest.
Boom!!!
Magical energy exploded violently, blasting the Purge Knight to pieces.
Bedivere clenched his prosthetic fist while his left hand continued slashing without pause.
The arm Leonardo da Vinci had made for him was indeed powerful, but its magical energy consumption was far from ordinary. He could not use it recklessly.
But beyond those immensely powerful light blasts, this arm's true ability—
Crack—
The prosthetic hand clamped around a wyvern's neck and crushed its windpipe. Then Bedivere spun, driving his sword precisely through the gap in that Purge Knight's helmet.
Though they were fighting the wyverns, both knights kept their eyes fixed on the knight above, the