Buzz—
Splat—
Artoria and Jeanne d'Arc did not take much longer than Anno to deal with King Lear.
Almost simultaneously, Artoria's Holy Sword blasted a burst of holy light through King Lear's body, leaving a massive hole in his torso, while on Jeanne d'Arc's side, her flame-wreathed spear completely pierced through King Lear's body.
"At the same time, huh? So who won?"
Lawrence looked at the two "girls" with an amused smile.
"Hah? Are you blind? I killed the enemy first, didn't I?" Jeanne d'Arc raised her brows at Lawrence.
"Please make a fair ruling, Ms. Lawrence. You saw the entire battle—which one of us killed the enemy first?" Artoria cast Jeanne d'Arc a disdainful glance.
"You cold-blooded woman, what did you say!?"
"Whoever gets worked up is the one it applies to."
Like natural-born rivals, the two started arguing again.
"I say, could you at least pay a little attention to me!?"
Archer was utterly speechless.
"This guy's ridiculously tough, okay? Sure, I could handle him alone, but—"
His Saint Graph was still incomplete. He could defeat King Lear, but it would take quite a while.
After all, his damage was a little lacking.
But at that very moment, something strange happened.
"Got you—"
A brazen laugh suddenly erupted from within the "King Lear" fighting Archer.
King Lear's enormous body vanished. A black shadow appeared in his place, then streaked toward Fujimaru Ritsuka like a bolt of black lightning.
"This path is closed."
As if she had anticipated it, light flashed in Lawrence's eyes. A thick gemstone shield appeared before Fujimaru Ritsuka, protecting her from multiple angles.
Whoosh—
Just before hitting the shield, the black shadow came to a stop. At that very instant, a slash of black, baleful light swept toward him, nearly passing straight across his body.