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The knights, one after another, drew their longswords, revealing their most ferocious aspect as weapons of war to the incredibly robust Heretic God.
Knights, in the Middle Ages, were inherently the leaders of group combat. No matter how skilled they were in single combat and duels, it could not conceal the true methods these knights employed in war.
Looking at each of a
the knights, their incredibly resolute expressions, and the murderous intent hovering above their formation, Melqart couldn't help but reveal an extremely ferocious smile.
"Very good! Then let me see if you are qualified to be the opponent of a God King!"
He roared as such, his thick beard flying with his shout.
However, not a single person would find such a scene even slightly amusing. All the ordinary people who saw this God King, even those witches of low skill, couldn't help but prostrate themselves on the ground.
They lacked the courage to fight this God King; no, they probably didn't even have the qualification to look directly at this incredibly martial God King.
However, those knights were an exception.
Perhaps if it were them a few months ago, upon seeing this God King, they too would have involuntarily loosened their grip on their longswords. But, at this moment, having become Heroic Spirits, inscribed in history, attached to the legend of Gilgamesh, not only did they not have a shred of fear, but their hearts were also filled with endless battle intent.
Without a doubt, for them, whether it was a God King or a Heretic God, at this moment, they were merely their enemies.
Then, it would inevitably become an undeniable feat in their legends.
With a silent roar, the knights raised the longswords in their hands and, like a pack of wolves, lunged at Melqart.
One longsword after another, longswords capable of tearing steel apart, under the force of immense power, viciously hacked at Melqart's body.
Then, golden divine blood splattered out.
One by one, the knights fearlessly threw themselves at Melqart, only to be sent flying by the God King's immense strength.
"Truly, truly not bad!"
After just a few tens of seconds, with several shallow sword marks on his body, Melqart's rugged face also showed a hint of solemnity.
However, even so, his voice became even more heroic.
"Indeed, all are fine heroes!"
He sent a Heroic Spirit knight who had rushed to his side flying with a punch. But, at the same time, several more sword marks appeared on his body.
"But, it's still not enough! Oh, envoys from the underworld, completely devour them!"
The God King roared as such, and the incantation signifying Authority seeped out from his heavy voice.
Instantly, the knights found that the sky had become incredibly dim.
It was locusts, countless locusts, locusts like a giant dark cloud.
They were beings that, with just their tiny mandibles and sharp teeth, could cause countless people to have no harvest, and then bring endless death and war.
The knights looked at these locusts rushing like dark clouds, yet without a trace of fear.
Even such a swarm of insects was no match for this knightly order entirely composed of Heroic Spirits.
"Well now, Heroic Spirits, how will you deal with such an offensive?"
Melqart laughed heartily. Indeed, ordinary insects could not harm Heroic Spirits protected by legend.
But these locusts, summoned by Authority, could easily devour anything, be it steel or rock, a magical barrier or a sturdy shield.
This was an absolutely indefensible offensive.
Unless...
They were all annihilated.
And at this moment, within this knightly order, there was precisely such a power, a power capable of turning these millions, even tens of millions, of locusts into ashes.
That was the power of Durandal, the highest-ranking holy sword.
Liliana held the longsword in her hands, which emanated a faint yet gentle glow.
The white light on the holy sword flickered like candlelight, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, but it always remained lit, never extinguishing.
The young girl, with her fair and slender, delicate hands, gently wiped the longsword in her grasp, lightly shaking off the golden divine blood stained upon it.
Just now, it was also she who had used this holy sword to inflict the most severe injuries on the Heretic Melqart.
The swarm of locusts was slowly approaching. The young girl also slowly raised the holy sword high.
Then,
It was light. It was a gentle yet dazzling light. It was a light that revealed a sharp intent, yet also pitied the people of the world.
The most sacred radiance shone forth from the longsword in the young girl's hand, gushing out, spilling out.
Endless light instantly swept away the injuries and exhaustion from the knights' bodies.
Immediately following, in opposition, was the swarm of locusts, even grander in scale.
However, mere volume did not equate to power itself.
Just like a prairie consumed by wildfire, the swarm of insects was instantly turned into ashes by this light.
Even the ashes were swept clean by the countless rays of light.
The sky once again became incomparably vast. The dark clouds that had gathered due to Melqart's presence were also swept away by the holy light.
Gentle sunlight fell upon the young girl's body, making her appear as martial as a Valkyrie.
"Truly not bad, huh? A divine implement, or a Noble Phantasm?"
Melqart lamented, but his eyes carried a trace of gravity that could not be ignored.
Without a doubt, that attack just now was already comparable to an Authority.
Such formidable strength, grasped in the hands of someone who was neither a Heretic God nor a Godslayer, caused an unparalleled killing intent to surge even in Melqart's extremely broad heart.
However, the next moment, that killing intent also froze.
That slender young girl, that delicate young girl, that young girl who looked completely untouched by the hardships of the world, broke away from the knights' formation and charged towards this God King.
On her raised longsword, a gentle white light flickered, yet at every moment, it declared its danger to this god.
"Feeling impatient, are you, young girl!"
Melqart raised his arm, attempting to block this blow and crush the young girl directly.
"So eager to rush to your death?"
He laughed so wantonly.
Without a doubt, this was a reckless move. Even as a God King, under the onslaught of those knights, his originally extremely severe injuries had worsened, and most of his divine power had been consumed.
However, this young girl who had just released that torrent of light must have also consumed a lot, right? At least, her face, as a Heroic Spirit, looked slightly flushed in Melqart's eyes.
But, seeing Melqart's action, a joyful look appeared on the young girl's pretty little face.
Without a doubt, the victory of this war, she was about to claim.
Then, the young girl shouted.
"Durandal!"