Tearing Apart a Knightmare Bare-Handed; Lancelot Gets Beaten to a Pulp (5.3K)
"I, Euphemia Li. Britannia, the Third Princess of the Empire, hereby order: Everyone, cease all movement!!!"
Chapter 255 Lancelot Dismantles Mech with Bare Hands and Gets a Beating (5.3K)
"I, Euphemia Li. Britannia, the Third Princess of the Empire, hereby order: Everyone, cease all movement!!!"
"Princess Euphemia?!"
"How did I end up here?!"
The knights were shocked when they heard the sound and saw the pink figure rushing in from the stadium tunnel.
There's no mistake, that is indeed Princess Euphemia li Britannia, who rarely appears in front of the world!
As a Pureblood Faction royalist, there's absolutely no way they could admit to being wrong!
However, how could the Knightmare, traveling at high speed, stop so easily? Even though they had put away their weapons, they still couldn't avoid crashing into them.
"Your Highness, get out of the way!!!"
Jeremiah Gottwald instinctively wanted to protect His Highness, but his mech had been severely damaged and was out of control, making it impossible for him to provide effective assistance.
They could only watch helplessly as the attacking mechs crashed into Princess Euphemia li Britannia.
The dust storm whipped up Euphemia li Britannia's long hair and billowed her skirt as the hard machine was about to crash into her.
Just at this critical moment, another ordinary sound quietly rang out.
"So, why did you run so fast, Euphemia li Britannia?"
A soft sigh escaped, followed by a broad arm blocking the princess's path.
--"Phalanx"--
With a deafening roar, four Sutherland vehicles that had been rushing towards them crashed heavily into the semi-transparent protective barrier.
It was even bounced back.
"What?!"
This scene stunned everyone.
Even Jeremiah Gottwald was dumbfounded.
A human being actually able to stop the Knightmare, a weapon of mass destruction that is invincible on the battlefield???
What is that protective barrier in front of him? Is it a newly developed weapon?
Are you alright?
Mahiro ignored the junk and turned to Euphemia, asking her a question.
"I'm fine." Euphemia li Britannia smiled at him. "Thank you, teacher."
"It's good that you're alright."
It has to be said that Euphemia li Britannia is quite fast; her speed and stamina are enough to completely Lelouch.
Sigh, Lelouch is such a loser.
They're not as good as a pampered girl.
It's just that Nunnally has mobility issues; otherwise, he probably wouldn't even be as good as Nunnally.
Then, Mahiro around to face the four Knighmare machines that were already emitting black smoke but had not yet deployed their escape devices.
Then he stepped forward and said:
"Since everything's alright, let's step back. It seems these people need to be taught a lesson."
"Teacher Mahiro?"
Just as Euphemia li Britannia was about to offer Mahiro words of advice, Mahiro raised his right hand towards the sky.
The engravings on the back of his hand shone brightly.
"The ruthless Queen of Steel, the holy sword that slays demons and monsters—"
"--Transform into a steel blade here, to aid me in slaying all my enemies!"
[Everything is as you wish.]
The sword, its pure steel color, pointed straight to the sky. Est was awakened from his slumber, and the divine power that emanated from him stirred up a raging storm.
The Demon-Slaying Holy Sword has reappeared, and a fierce battle is inevitable.
Meanwhile, the Special Dispatch military trucks were also drawn to the vicinity of the stadium by the sound of the explosion.
"This is an internal power struggle within the Pureblood Faction; running away is the best option."
Lloyd, wearing his ever-present white coat, leaned back in the passenger seat and spoke in his deliberately off-key voice, with a mocking tone.
Despite the dangerous situation, Lloyd seemed to be waiting to watch a good show.
Especially her eyes behind those reflective lenses, which revealed a hint of a smile.
"Also, I forgot to mention before, it's a real shame I was acquitted. Now I'll have to ask you to help me with this again!"
After saying that, Lloyd closed his eyes, leaned back in his seat, and seemed to fall into a light sleep.
"Please wait, Miss Cecile!"
However, instead of heeding Lloyd's warning, Suzaku Kururugi stopped Cecile, who was in charge of driving, just as the vehicle was about to start and made a suggestion.
"Isn't this a perfect opportunity to obtain Lancelot's combat data!"
"Why?"
Cecile looked at Suzaku Kururugi in surprise, momentarily speechless at his request for the challenge.
"Oh ho ho..."
Lloyd, the strange man in the white coat, let out a strange laugh.
It seemed as if he had already anticipated this.
Seeing Lloyd's excited expression, Suzaku Kururugi knew he had agreed, so he quickly opened the door to the cargo box and boarded the Lancelot Z-01, which had just been assembled and hadn't yet undergone detailed testing.
"Mr. Lloyd, are you really not going to stop Suzaku Kururugi- kun?"
Cecile originally wanted to persuade Suzaku Kururugi, but Lloyd stopped him.
"What does it matter? Like he said, isn't this a good opportunity to obtain Lancelot's combat data?"
"But..."
Cecile was still hesitating.
After all, even piloting the previous generation's Sutherland, the Pureblood Faction still possessed formidable combat power.
"Oh, why don't we go see a play too?"
Hearing the roar of Lancelot starting up, Lloyd stood up and made this suggestion.
Lancelot Z-01 has departed.
He burst out of the military truck, leaped into the air, launched his Slash Harken to attach to the wall above, and used the momentum to jump up to the high wall of the abandoned stadium.
"Please stop...?!"
The moment Suzaku Kururugi shouted those words over the phone, he was stunned by the unbelievable scene before him.
He saw the center of the stadium.
A human holding a longsword faces a Sutherland and casually swings it.
A pure white sword light swept across the earth, easily cleaving the Sutherland in two and dragging the occupants out of the cockpit, tossing them aside.
This scene was strikingly similar to his experience in Shinjuku!
That's how he was ripped open in Lancelot's cockpit by a woman, then ripped out and thrown on the ground like trash!
If that person hadn't been a man, he probably would have been mistaken for one of the men in black who frequent Shinjuku!
"No, that person is..."
When Suzaku Kururugi saw the face of the person who had cleaved the mecha, his eyes widened immediately.
" --Yotsuba Mahiro?!?"
He not only saw Yotsuba Mahiro tearing apart the mecha with his bare hands, but also Princess Euphemia, who was looking at the center of the arena with a worried expression.
"Oh dear, what a terrifying person."
Lloyd and Cecile arrived at the stadium at this time, entering through the underground passage, but hiding behind Cecile was holding a riot shield.
Lloyd poked his head out, adjusted his glasses and looked at the scene in the arena with the same surprised expression.
"Oh dear, this royal tutor is even more terrifying than the rumors suggest!"
Although his tone remained flippant and irreverent, there was a slight tremor in his voice.
Dismantle a mech with bare hands?
He'd never seen this before!
Even if Sutherland's performance is outdated, it's still far beyond what flesh and blood can handle!
However, deep down, he also hoped that his Lancelot could exchange a few blows with the opponent and collect some combat data.
Just as Lloyd was thinking this, a loud roar suddenly came from above the stadium.
"Stop! Do not continue fighting!!!"
Suzaku Kururugi, piloting Lancelot, charged straight at them.
At the same time, the Slash Harken shot out from its chest, hitting right in front of Mahiro and stopping him from attacking the last mech.
Nearby, three Pureblood Faction knights were piled up like dead dogs.
"Tsk, one annoying guy after another, huh?"
"Special Dispatch envoy?"
Upon seeing the white Knightmare, the remaining Kewell Soresi already knew its identity: it was none other than the honorary Britannia who had been acquitted.
He immediately roared:
"Get out of the way, you Special Dispatch envoys! This is a matter for the Pureblood Faction. If you get involved, kill them without mercy!"
Kewell Soresi, maneuvering the nearly malfunctioning Sutherland, pointed the spear at Lancelot, as if upholding his last vestige of knightly honor.
Through the conversation with Princess Euphemia li Britannia, Kewell Soresi has learned the man's identity.
The rumored royal tutor who possesses a royal name.
Moreover, his reckless behavior towards Princess Euphemia li Britannia just now certainly deserved punishment, and this person was the most suitable to do it.
But Suzaku Kururugi is different.
That's just a Britannia dog; what right does it have to get involved in the Pureblood Faction's affairs?
He absolutely couldn't let that dog cause trouble!
"No!"
"The white knight, Lancelot, in his cockpit, Suzaku Kururugi answered resolutely."
At the same time, two ornate silver swords with red blades were drawn from the two sword clips behind Lancelot.
Lancelot pressed a button on the hilt of the longsword, and instantly, both swords emitted a red light from their red cores, which then instantly dyed the entire blades red.
"I cannot stand by and watch a pointless battle unfold without stopping it!"
Lancelot retorted loudly, leaping high into the air and plunging down to the ground, severing Sutherland's spear and arm with a single sword stroke, knocking him back.
"Has M·V·S! been put into actual combat?"
Seeing the two red longswords in Lancelot's hand, Kewell Soresi murmured in shock.