"[Magic Resistance Difficulty Enhanced: Simultaneous Fire Spear]!"
The magic spell, strengthened by Reiger, was released at this moment.
The red magic array instantly expanded at high speed, trembling as it did so.
Immediately, a rain of fire descended.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!——!"
As the rain of fire swept out from the red magic array and transformed into a barrage like a cannonade, flying from the ground and bombarding Gawain’s body, a series of intense explosions thundered without pause.
The rain of fire continued, bombarding relentlessly, shattering Gawain’s armor, charring his massive frame, and leaving the rejuvenated Elf Knight as if under a relentless barrage of artillery fire, his body enveloped in flames, issuing anguished roars from the severe damage he sustained.
Simultaneous Fire Spear, although slightly inferior in power to the High-Level Victory Sword, is a wide-area annihilation spell, also of the flame attribute. When cast by the current Reiger, the power is unquestionably far beyond ordinary super-tier magic or tactical level magic, enough to reduce an entire town to rubble.
Put simply, the power of this attack and the damage it could inflict had exceeded Gawain’s "horn", eventually causing Gawain to succumb, collapsing onto the crumbling ground, and becoming covered in blood.
Wind, in this instant, swept by.
Holding a sword as thin as a cicada’s wing and wrapped in winds, the Swordsman burst forth from the collapsing ground and leaped high.
"[Awaken (Tempest)]."
The gale engulfed the translucent blade, causing a continuous howling.
The gale became a storm, the storm became a cyclone, transforming the figure leaping into the skies into a god of wind, completely disrupting the atmosphere within several kilometers.
Atmosphere roared and surged, continually joining the whirlwind encircling the young Swordsman, making the cyclone grow larger and stronger.
Soon enough, the cyclone reached a scale large enough to cover the entire royal palace, flinging countless fragments of broken rock and rubble, along with sand and flames.
Then, the cyclone crashed down.
The gigantic cyclone, despite its name, plunged straight into the ground, overturning strata and piercing the earth.
Gawain, lying on the ground, lifted his head and watched this all-consuming cyclonic assault. His shining red eyes briefly regained clarity, as if witnessing a final glimmer of light.
The furiously howling Elf Knight abandoned resistance and defense as if refusing to concede defeat, or perhaps trying to seize a fleeting chance at the last moment. From his "horn," a blaze erupted more ferocious than any before, targeting the figure within the cyclone.
The power of this strike was proven the instant it was unleashed, through the rapidly evaporated atmosphere and a fatally high temperature that skyrocketed.
If the cyclone from the skies collided with this earth-shattering flame, it was unpredictable who would emerge stronger or who would triumph.
Reiger, not in a power-attack mode with no extraordinary strength, adhered to the hit-and-run mode’s strategy: avoid head-on collisions.
Thus, the cyclone descending from the sky suddenly shifted direction, managing to dodge the blaze that could vaporize everything with its speed and agility.
The blazing greatsword swept across, its heat wave almost scattered the hurricane, causing it to burst open.
Fortunately, Reiger held on.
In the end, Reiger shouted a name towards Gawain below, a name known to only a very few people.
Hearing that name, Gawain’s expression changed drastically, followed by a hint of relief unexpectedly appearing on his crazed face.
The hurricane roared to life, and the thin as a cicada’s wing longsword, carrying the force of the wind with it, pierced through Gawain’s chest under Reiger’s arrow-like assault.
The ground kept collapsing and disintegrating, eventually sinking completely, creating a huge pit in front of the palace, as though struck by a meteorite.
This pit hole, compared to the large cave on the other side of the palace, might still be considered small.
Yet, it was the result of a battle between two people.
From this day forward, every fairy that came to the palace would see this hole, and through this great pit, would think of those two swordsmen, powerful as deities.
This would leave an indelible impression in their hearts, lasting until the day Fairy Country Brittain perished.
The tremors that ravaged the entire palace and even all of Camelot finally began to subside.
Countless fairies hiding in corners, protected by soldiers, cautiously peeked out, their fearful and anxious demeanor making them look especially pitiful, even their speech cautious.
"...It seems to be over."
Speer Spriggan and Aurora were among them, looking at each other with complex expressions.
Not just Speer Spriggan and Aurora, but even Woodworth couldn’t help but clench his fists tightly.
Just thinking about that earth-shattering collision, even Woodworth couldn’t suppress a shiver of fear.
And this made Woodworth’s anger flare up.
"Is this their power, their true strength?"
Woodworth growled with his fists clenched.
It was a roar of frustration that arises from feeling inferior.
Morgan didn’t pay attention to Woodworth like that, but just gazed outside as if she could see that figure in the distance, remaining silent for a long time.