Leaving aside Black Caster Avicebron's hesitation over whether to support Black Rider Astolfo now that he could do nothing to help the archer and swordsman.
At the center of the battlefield, the magic power within Red Berserker continued to rise.
"Oppressors! Tremble! Cower! My iron fists are rebellion itself! Hahahahaha!"
The shadow on the ground rapidly closed in. Saber Alter's body reacted faster than her mind. In an instant, the earth beneath her feet shattered as she lunged sideways.
The next moment, Red Berserker's fist, as large as a car, crashed into the ground, sending another rolling shock wave sweeping outward in every direction.
Siegfried knew perfectly well that if such an attack landed directly on him, even the damage reduction of his Blood Armor would probably leave him gravely wounded.
Yet gradually, as the battle continued, Siegfried came to understand Sovell's words of admiration.
Look at that immense strength, capable of punching through this armor of mine.
Look at that courage, never retreating even after enduring countless attacks.
He did not know how many hardships his opponent had overcome to hone that body to such a degree. All he could do was respect everything the other warrior was and give the fight his all.
"βρονταὶ καὶ ἀστραπαί (Like divine thunder, like divine lightning)."
A kilometer away, atop Yggdmillennia Castle.
Chiron chanted an enhancement incantation and imbued his arrows with it.
Then two arrows left his bowstring, piercing the air with flashes of lightning like Zeus's thunderbolts before burrowing into Red Berserker's distorted body.
As Red Berserker's agonized howl shook heaven and earth, the divine presence within the arrows erupted in full, nearly blasting him into three chunks of flesh on the spot.
But countless buds of flesh broke through the scabs on Red Berserker's scorched wounds, entwining and