The cold rain clattered on the armor, unsettling the nerves of Jiaheris as he listened to his companions' complaints. Back when they were first summoned by Lanloste to face these young opponents at the Sword Discussion Conference, it took all their might to contend against his soul body form. But now, even facing him at his near-full power, the opposing side dared to send only one person to battle. Watching the group behind remain indifferent suggested that they had full confidence in their ally's strength.
"Regretting the past can't change what's already happened; obliterating these heretics who dare challenge the church is what we need to do. This time, we won't let them escape!" With this, Jiaheris raised his great sword. In the Magic Plane, with Council City behind him and revived within the most suitable Knight's body, wielding the Divine Artifact he had wielded all his life, he had the advantage of time, place, and allies. He had no excuse for failure in this battle.
Roar!
