With unlikely great speed, Lucius’s figure had caught up to him right from under his nose.
Lucius: “I’ve looked into you quite exhaustively, Arturus. I heard that in Sumersetentis
[1], you killed over 470 people as well as both Colgrinus and his brother with one swing.”
It was a large held aloft sword strike.
Heavy…….
Certainly he had received it with his Holy Blade, but as his shoulder bones recognised it he let out a cry.
This strength……
Its properties were similar to a demon beast!
Lucius: “Hahaa!”
He could see a bit of his sharp canines.
His never-ending blows…….
To ordinary people, it could’ve been seen like the sword emperor’s weapon had disappeared.
As he was just carving red streaks in the air.
One, two, it swelled to an uncountable number in that short pause.
If it weren’t somewhat handling it, his armour would’ve been torn to pieces.
Of course, Arthur was taking all of the sword strikes with his Holy Blade.
Lucius: “Haha, can you endure my Brachium Ex Gigas
[2]!”
This man, how can he laugh when we’re in the middle of a battle!?
What’s so funny!?
There in a place where they were trying to take each other’s lives, was there anything that was so much fun?
Lucius: “Ahh, how fun. This is so much fun! O’ the owner of my heart, can you stop my blows four more times!?”
Lucius’s kicks were absorbed by his blue silver armour.
Were his kick blows which were like a bending snake some sort of oriental martial art?
As he received an unexpected attack from straight on, his breath got a bit dishevelled.
It wasn’t a fatal wound.
Rather it was nothing more than a flesh wound.
His enormous prana which sprang forth from his heart having once been called a “prana furnace” by Merlin, was sturdily maintaining his body along with the effectiveness of his Holy Blade.
His wounds were healing.
The only thing remaining was just the pain.
He could endure the pain.
He could continue to receive them whether they were tangible, or intangible.
At roughly the same time he received a kick, he manipulated his elbow and knee so that he could lash away his kicking feet, but―――――
Lucius: “Interesting……”
He had dodged it…….
……. with a smile.
Had the sword emperor who commanded the arena, gotten largely used to his anti-personal combat style?
If that’s the case, then he would have to continuously swing at him with his Holy Blade.
The atmosphere, exploded.
It was an invisible scattered attack that had his prana included in it and it wasn’t for the purpose of lashing him away.
It didn’t have any deadly force to it, but if he hit him right then it would create some space between them.
With a natural gesture Lucius took a step forward into the atmospheric torrent.
In that moment, his wind daggers disappeared like mist.
It wasn’t something that an ordinary knight or warrior could do.
Was he being protected by his tens of thousands of shamans and magi, who were waiting far behind the sword emperor?
Even if it wasn’t entirely natural, Arthur was sensing some sort of prana.
No, it might’ve been made possible by the armour and helmet that he wore on his body.
If it was the armour of the hero Hector that had been spoken about as rumours, or rather…….
Lucius: “Are there any other beasts like you in Britain? If so, then I would certainly, like to make it the property of Rome. You, and your Britain!”
Saber: “Was that the reason why the emperor himself deigned to make a personal appearance here?”
Lucius: “My mages are loud talkers. I’ve heard that on your Isle of Britain, there are still some marked traces of power from the Age of Gods there. I had my doubts, but after all If the Picts and the surviving demon beasts are any indication …….”
Lucius further assaulted him with his speech.
His sword strikes, punches and kicks which were wrapped in armour, mingled into the strong blows brought by his shoulders and back using his shifting weight, and it was a fierce attack that literally used his entire body as a weapon!
He wasn’t a person who could be handled by a single sword.
2 out of the 20 consecutive strike, blows that used both his fists and his shoulder passed through Arthur’s defences and struck him.
They had pulverised his ribs, and smashed several of his internal organs.
His stance crumbled.
He was shaking even while prepping his sword――――
Should he press for an answer and die as he was?
No.
The power of the Holy Blade that he had received from the Lady of the Lake, wasn’t to be taken lightly.
Saber: “……...Ack!”
[1] Sumersetentis: Latin name for Somerset
[2] Brachium Ex Gigas: My Giant’s Arm