Lancelot and the Lord of the Free City ignored all the outside disturbances.
The latter did not become enraged by the revelation of their racial identity. Just as the cardinal of the Slaughter Divine Church said, the outside world would not assume that all the Guta Star People were bad just because of the existence of the Lord of the Free City.
On the contrary, the reputation and prestige that the Guta Star People have accumulated over thousands of years are enough to easily suppress these uncertain rumors.
In the Elven Plane, no one would believe that the kind-hearted Guta Star People would actually form such an evil organization as Ashes.
'Demon Soul - God of Death's Hand!'
Soul power surged, carrying dark elements, forming an inverted bowl that enveloped Lancelot.
Just as they were about to completely trap him, a thunderous roar resounded overhead.
' Thunderclap - Dragon's Fury!'
Woof!
A colossal dragon phantom appeared, lightning surged, and a terrifying vortex of lightning brewed. Blue-gold arcs of electricity the size of a human head leaped, then converged and fell in a sharp cone shape.
Thump!!
The two energies collided and annihilated each other.
Thunder and soul, light and darkness.
Black and gold, arcs of electricity leaping, lingering souls howling, tearing back and forth, finally collapsing and disappearing together.
Click! Click!
Dense cracks spread across the colossal spiral rapier, eventually blasting this weapon, formed from the Mage tower, into dust.
The Lord of the Free City stumbled backward, looking utterly disheveled.
At this moment, Lancelot's strength with his Immortal Body became apparent; his endurance far surpassed that of most Demigod.
Moreover, as his health decreases, Lancelot's combat power continues to rise.
'Thunder Dragon's Fury - Lightning Flash!'
The Golden Lightning Spear was thrown by Lancelot, transforming into a crescent-shaped golden arc of electricity that fiercely caught up with the Lord of the Free City. After spinning wildly, it transformed into a lightning disc, slicing through the Lord of Lord of the Free City's Magical Energy shield and soul light membrane.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
The lightning disc, like a raging red bull, crashed wildly against the Lord of the Free City. Cracks crackling with lightning appeared on the Magical Energy shield and soul membrane, only to heal rapidly with the replenishment of abundant mana.
The Lord of the Free City possesses a powerful Demigod capable of storing mana, which is most likely of Rare quality.
Lancelot instantly realized that this was the fifth Rare- quality Demigod he had discovered that the Lord of the Lord of the Free City possessed.
In the past, if he hadn't seen the true face of the Lord of the Free City hidden beneath the cloak, Lancelot would have been puzzled. But now, he understood everything.
It's highly likely that the Lord of the Free City is a high-ranking member of the Guta Federation, or even a relative of one of the top figures. Otherwise, even a Black Glove wouldn't be equipped with such luxurious gear unless there's a blood connection.
The importance of equipment goes without saying; without these powerful Demigod, the Lord of the Free City would have died at Lancelot's hands long ago.
The Lord of the Free City, equipped with these Demigod, was even able to retaliate, inflicting considerable damage on Lancelot.
Relying on his abundant magical power, while resisting the Steel Feather Cloak's frenzied attacks, the Lord of the Free City still had the strength to launch a counterattack.
He opened his right hand, palm facing Lancelot, flesh splitting open to reveal a gaping maw, and let out a deafening roar.
Roar~!!
A dull thud echoed from the depths of his soul; Lancelot's newly mended soul shattered once more, gently.
This is the second time his soul has been shattered since the start of the battle.
Compared to the dizziness he experienced the first time, Lancelot has clearly made considerable progress this time.
That's right, his soul resistance and endurance are increasing significantly.
Although the cost was quite high, just say there was no progress at all!
A renewed surge of willpower and an unquenchable fire began to rise, mending the shattered soul.
At the same time, Lancelot strode towards the Lord of the Free City, his explosive, sharp, and domineering aura surrounding him, Sanctuary pushed to its limit.
The Sanctuary, imbued with abilities such as Electromagnetic Domain and Haki force fields, appeared with an indescribable shock, enveloping the Lord of the Free City and frantically eroding his protective shield.
The magnificent dragon wings spread out from behind, blotting out the sky and the sun, accompanied by thunder and lightning. Countless lightning dragons lurking behind the wings lunged out, baring their fangs and claws.
The moment he unleashed this terrifying attack, Lancelot's lightning energy was almost completely depleted.
Facing this onslaught, the Lord of the Free City could clearly see that his opponent seemed determined to fight him to the death.
Since that's the case, let's do it!
The Lord of the Free City's pupils blazed red, the crimson light momentarily overwhelming both the power of soul and darkness.
Bang!
Flesh and blood exploded, condensed, and transformed into a greatsword with muscles and bones intertwined.
The Lord of the Free City, now only a soul, wielded a greatsword, swept aside his Steel Feather Cloak, and charged towards Lancelot.
The humming, trembling Steel Feather Cloak returned to Lancelot's hands, and with a gentle flick, the previously weakened electric light suddenly intensified.
Boom!!
The two sides clashed again!
A Rare Demigod on the main surface of Lord of the Free City exploded. This was a piece of armor that could resist soul and energy impacts and also had a certain weakening effect on physical attacks, but now it was destroyed in the fierce battle.
Thump!!
Lancelot unleashed another spear strike. Beneath his Infinity Scale Armor, his majestic golden pupils gleamed, revealing nothing but surging battle intent.
A surge of thunderous energy began to suppress the power of the soul and the dark elements.
But the next second, the Lord of the Free City threw out a scroll.
Magical Energy surged, the scroll unfurled, and an ice-blue arrow, powerful enough to pierce an ordinary planet, was launched.
This is a Legend quality, one-time use Demigod item, comparable to High-Rank Demigod's full-force attack, and is the Lord of the Free City's trump card.
Daring to fight against the incredibly powerful Lancelot, the Lord of the Free City naturally has his own trump cards.
Besides his extremely luxurious equipment, he also possessed numerous one-time use magic scrolls, the strongest of which was the Legend [Ice God Pierces the Stars].
A terrifying penetrating force condensed on the frost arrow, and a cold and aloof phantom of an ice god appeared behind the arrow, its icy blue eyes silently watching him.
Click! Click! Click!
In the Void, frost filled the air, and even the surface of the Infinity Scale Armor was covered with a thick layer of ice.
Vast dimensional spaces were frozen solid, with a biting wind blowing, as if one had entered a world of ice.
"You can't move!"
Lancelot's heart sank. With his strength, he could certainly break free, but it would take time.
In the heat of battle, even the slightest difference can lead to worlds apart results.
' Dead Soul Storm!'
The Lord of the Free City's eyes widened as he unleashed a fatal blow.
With this attack, he used his trump card [Ice God Pierces the Stars], draining the mana stored in the Demigod, squeezing out all his soul power, and even abandoning his physical body...
All of these factors combined to create a Destruction storm that engulfed Lancelot, who was temporarily frozen in time.
Whew! Whew! Whew!
The Dead Soul Storm raged, the Berserk winds blowing deep into Lancelot's soul, tearing his already not-yet-completely-repaired soul into even more fragmented pieces.
At the same time, an arrow powerful enough to pierce stars struck the chest of the Infinity Scale Armor, actually denting the Legend Demigod. Although it failed to pierce through it, it transferred its power to Lancelot's body.
Bloodstains covered every inch of skin, bones were broken, internal organs were bleeding...
Both body and soul suffered Deadly Strike.
On the information panel, Lancelot's health points rapidly dropped from around 50% to 1%.
The color also changed from emerald green to blood red.
However, as the golden light burst forth, that tiny bit of crimson health bar froze.
"Having fun, huh?!"
Lancelot suddenly looked up, his golden pupils gleaming with an even stronger, surging fighting spirit.
The invulnerability effect of his Immortal Body was activated, giving him a rare ten seconds.
During this period, his offensive capabilities were also maximized.
When all hope is lost, there's no turning back!
At this moment, Lancelot was closest to death, but also at his most powerful.
An unprecedented and deadly threat shook the Lord of the Free City's defenses like a raging storm. He seemed to see that familiar figure, the phantom of God of Death in a tattered cloak, standing before him.
Unlike before, this time, God of Death has come to take him away!
'Dragon King - Black Hole!'
In an instant, all the light disappeared.
A powerful attraction erupted, centered on Lancelot.
Everything was swallowed up and absorbed by him, including his own lost soul energy and life force.
Then comes the ultimate display.
With a crack, the Black Hole split open, and blinding golden light shot out, condensing on the golden lightning spear formed from the Steel Feather Cloak. This made the already sharp spear blade, capable of cutting through space, too sharp to look at directly, as if it would be sliced in two with just a glance.
Clang!
With a powerful slash, the brilliant golden spear light almost condensed into crystals.
The Lord of the Free City barely managed to raise his sword to parry.
It's no use, absolutely no use.
As the spear's edge flashed, the greatsword of flesh and blood formed from his body was cleaved in two, followed by his soul. Finally, the spear's edge continued its relentless momentum toward the unknown, tearing apart layers of space as if it were fragile paper, as if countless dimensions had been sliced open.
You won!
The Lord of the Free City gazed at the powerful figure before him, surrounded by golden lightning and standing solemnly with his spear held high. His eyes held no hatred or anger, only the composure that came with defeat.
He lost clearly and unequivocally, and accepted the defeat wholeheartedly.
Just as Sylvain brother taught him when he was a child, "You can abandon kindness, but you can't lose your pride."
Respecting your enemy is respecting yourself.
The soul gradually dissipated, and the body gradually crumbled.
From that time on, Planet Pandora had no more Lord of the Free City.