The shockwave pushed the Krell back.
Roland’s head tilted.
"You are stubborn."
"I told you," Draeven said.
"I will kill you all."
He pushed forward.
His muscles burned with the extra power from the Primordial Fla.
He swung again and again, not letting Roland walk past him.
A few Krell Mages took the chance.
Crystal shields rose again, thicker this ti.
Elvira spread both hands.
Thin circles ford one after another around her body.
She tried to build a similar buff spell to help the Krell fight.
The patterns reached out, seeking to link with the Krell.
Then Tristan’s lance flared.
The space around Elvira’s patterns shook.
CRACK. CRACK.
The outer rings of her spell broke apart, sliced by an invisible edge.
Only a small area close to her stayed stable.
"Tsk." Elvira clicked her tongue.
"He keeps cutting my range."
Draeven caught Roland’s next thrust on the shovel face.
Roland simply smiled and punched with his left hand.
BAM!!!
The blow hit Draeven’s ribs.
His armor dented.
Blood rose in his throat.
He did not fall.
He slamd his head into Roland’s helm.
GONG!!!
Roland took a half step back.
He laughed.
"Good," he said.
Tancred’s voice ca through the knight link.
"Roland, do not get carried away. We cannot underestimate the Aetheris race."
Galahad added, "She is trying to buff the other bugs. That can change the situation."
On the far side of the field, Ben saw everything.
The knights’ strength.
How the battlefield moved.
Ben’s jaw tightened.
’So these are the Templar pillars,’ he thought.
He took a breath and stepped forward.
"Apophis. Can you destroy that barrier?"
Apophis smiled.
"It is possible, but it will cost a lot of energy. It is easier if your friends destroy it from inside."
Baal’s eyes stayed on the Saintess in the sky.
Ben did not push it.
He lifted the Empyrean Pickaxe and ran toward Elvira and the others.
On the Krell side, Elvira straightened her back.
"Draeven!" she shouted.
"Hold Roland. I will break their support."
Draeven spat out blood.
"Fine," he said.
"Leave this guy to ."
He charged again.
Roland t him with a bright, sharp grin.
Their weapons collided in a storm of strikes.
Elvira’s eyes locked onto Tancred and Galahad.
She lowered her hands.
Instead of forcing one big spell, she began to cast a concentrated spell that could slip under Tristan’s heavy seal.
Circles flashed and vanished around her fingers.
"Then we do it the hard way," she said.
"Break them piece by piece."
Ben reached the edge of Tristan’s barrier.
He tightened his grip on the Empyrean Pickaxe.
Dark aether wrapped around the weapon, crawling along the tal like black fire.
"Let us see how tough this is," he muttered.
He swung.
BOOOOM!!!
The pickaxe crashed into the invisible wall.
Space shook.
Lines of light rippled across the barrier, like cracks spreading under ice.
Inside, Elvira’s new spell touched the sa point.
Her circles slid into the weak spots, prying at the pattern from within.
The barrier trembled.
So of Tristan’s runes flickered.
Tristan’s gaze sharpened.
"Tancred. Galahad. Focus on the Aetheris."
Roland clicked his tongue.
But his next swing angled toward Elvira instead of Draeven.
Draeven’s eyes widened.
He forced his tired body to move and slamd his shovel into Roland’s path.
CLANG!!!
Sparks burst between them.
The weight behind Roland’s blow pushed him back again.
Around them, the system users and Asura clash in the sky grew worse.
Golden fire and strange skills filled the air.
Law fragnts spilled like broken glass.
Even the Ash King kept his distance, watching while his Ashborn army held the line.
Then everything changed.
A new pressure fell from above.
The space overhead twisted.
A fresh distortion opened in the sky.
Two familiar figures stepped through.
First ca a huge creature, part frog and part octopus.
On its back stood a knight in full armor, cloak fluttering behind him.
Ben’s eyes narrowed.
He knew them.
"System... and Lady of the Lake," he said.
The armored knight looked toward the cluster of system users.
His face turned grim.
"Bunch of good-for-nothings," he said.
The Saintess, Eve, turned her head at their arrival.
Her gaze flickered with interest, but only for a mont.
"Still not enough to change the end," she murmured.
Baal frowned.
"Hypocrite. This end is the result of your effort."
"So things are just inevitable," Eve replied.
They stared at each other for a heartbeat.
Then both looked away, ignoring the rest of the battlefield again.
The knight on the turtle turned toward Ben.
The Lady of the Lake moved under his feet.
She leaped down, landing on top of Tristan’s barrier.
The mont she touched it, the already cracked structure trembled.
Lines of force spread like spiderwebs.
Pieces of the barrier began to split.
"System... so you are with her," Ben said.
The knight looked down at him.
"Stop calling System. I have recovered my mories. You can call Arthur."
’Arthur?’
The na felt familiar to Ben.
It was a famous legend from his old world.
"Focus on the fight, Ben," Arthur said.
He stepped off the Lady of the Lake and dropped toward the ground.
A sword appeared in his hand.
It was not a huge blade.
Its edge was shining with a pale light.
Simple patterns ran along the flat, like lines of flowing water.
Yet every eye that saw it felt a weight, as if a mountain had taken the shape of a sword.
"Reverse the tide.
Swallow the light.
Excalibur."
Arthur swung.
The blade did not just cut the air.
It cut what held the air together.
SHRIIING.
A black line opened in front of him.
Space itself split into two.
The barrier trembled.
The unseen wall that Tristan had pinned down broke from top to bottom.
CRAAAACK!!!
The whole seal split in half.
Tristan staggered in the sky.
Blood sprayed from his lips.
He stared at Arthur in disbelief.
"How could this be... You should have died."
Arthur let out a short chuckle.
"Where is that traitor Lancelot? I do not see him here.
Did he kick the bucket first? So disappointing."
All the other knights stared, stunned.
Only Roland did not freeze.
"So you are the rumored King of Knights," he said.
Draeven saw the opening.
His shovel burning with purple fire, swung at Roland with everything he had.
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