The Great Forest of Wales.
A blood-red magic spear suddenly shot out from the dense woods like a bolt of lightning. In the blink of an eye, it reached the chest of Black Saber, who was leading her knights forward, aiming straight for her heart.
Clang!
Possessing powerful Instinct, Black Saber reacted the moment before her heart was pierced. With speed beyond human comprehension, she raised her left hand to firmly catch the tip of the magic spear, while simultaneously raising Excalibur with her right hand to brace the spear with the flat of the blade.
"My King!"
To the knights' disbelief, their invincible King was unable to completely withstand the blow. Instead, she was blasted backward by the immense kinetic energy of the magic spear, crashing heavily into a massive oak tree that would take several men to encircle.
Boom!
The forest shook, and countless animals scattered like startled birds. In this ancient Great Forest of Wales, two legendary warriors, among the greatest in myth, began a fierce battle.
The knights warily surrounded Black Saber, their faces tense as they constantly scanned the surroundings, trying to find the attacker in the dense jungle.
One knight, whose attire clearly indicated a higher status than the others, knelt nervously beside Black Saber. A faint light of healing magecraft glowed in his hands as he attempted to treat her.
"My King, are you alright!"
Black Saber pushed the knight's hand away. She looked down and touched a small dent in her breastplate, then picked up the magic spear from the ground and stood up with a cold expression.
"I'm fine!"
Suddenly, one of the knights surrounding Black Saber noticed something and shouted to the others, his face pale.
"Northwest! Defend! —Aaagh!"
But it was too late. The moment he spoke, dozens of magic spears flew out from the dense forest to the northwest. By the time he finished his sentence, those spears had already pinned dozens of knights, including himself, to the ground like meat on a skewer.
Whether it was intentional or because the attacker's aim had dropped from throwing too many spears at once, the spears this time were not aimed at the heart, but at the lungs.
The tense knights looked at the silent forest around them, listening to the painful groans of their comrades and the sound of blood entering windpipes and being coughed out as foam. Their hearts couldn't help but panic, causing a small gap to appear in the defensive formation around Black Saber.
The attacker keenly captured this gap. A magic spear silently flew into the knight's formation, skimming the ground. Then, with a crisp clatter, the spear hit a knight's steel boot and was deflected, flying upward at an angle toward Black Saber's throat.
Facing the incoming magic spear, Black Saber coldly swept her sword and cut the spear in two. At the same time, her eyes narrowed as she raised the magic spear in her left hand and threw it back rapidly.
The magic spear thrown by Black Saber collided with another spear shot from the forest with a sharp metallic ring.
"old hag! Haven't you had enough of these boring tricks? Come out!"
Clap, clap, clap!
Accompanied by a burst of crisp applause, Scáthach walked calmly out of the dense forest, appearing before Black Saber and her knights.
"Should I say as expected of you? King Arthur! You seem to have grown stronger again!"
Rather than saying she had grown stronger, it was more accurate to say that Black Saber had become familiar with the peerless martial arts of the legendary Queen Scáthach through their several encounters.
"But you don't seem to have grown stronger!"
As soon as Black Saber finished speaking, she raised Excalibur with both hands and charged at Scáthach like a cannonball, her body enveloped in violent magical energy.
"You really are impatient~!"
A trace of fanaticism flashed across Scáthach's face as she faced the charging Black Saber. Two magic spears instantly appeared in her hands, and she calmly parried Black Saber's strike.
Boom!
Violent wind pressure and terrifying sonic booms erupted as the two legendary queens clashed. The impact of their weapons constantly sent out shockwaves that made the knights trying to approach vomit blood and collapse to the ground like piles of mush.
Whether it was bolts from heavy crossbows or arrows from powerful bows, everything the knights fired was completely torn apart by the sound waves and wind pressure generated by the two before it could even get close to Scáthach.
The knight captain who had just tried to heal Black Saber felt his pupils shrink as he shouted frantically to the nearby knights.
"Not good! Retreat, quickly!"
With Scáthach's intentional guidance, the two of them moved near the knights, instantly causing a large number of them to be caught in the crossfire and turned into corpses.
At this point, the surviving knights couldn't care about anything else and began to try to retreat.
However, this level of combat was just a mere warm-up for Scáthach and Black Saber. This allowed Scáthach to still have the spare energy to constantly lead the battlefield toward Black Saber's knights.
The knights who were still alive finally understood why no one had ever seen the battle between their King and the Queen of the Land of Shadows—because they were all dead!
"You still have that habit! old hag!"
"Heh! You could have saved them!"
Could Black Saber save them? No! Although neither side had gone all out yet, the moment Black Saber showed even the slightest opening while trying to save them, she would inevitably face a thunderous strike from Scáthach.
"old hag! I'm getting a bit tired of this!"
As she spoke, the magical energy in Black Saber's Noble Phantasm surged, transforming it into a giant sword several meters long. With one swing, she forced Scáthach back, while also bisecting quite a few of her own knights in the process.
Scáthach's eyes turned dangerous as she stared at the monster before her, whose magical energy was like that of a dragon. With a wave of her hand, she summoned hundreds of magic spears that planted themselves into the ground around her.
"Is it coming?"
Black Saber's magical energy dissipated slightly as she said expressionlessly.
"Your side is transferring again, isn't it?"
Scáthach looked at Black Saber with confusion. 'What is this dark one up to? Why isn't she charging in recklessly like the last few times?'
Suddenly, several iron spears burning with cursed flames appeared out of thin air around Scáthach, plunging down toward her like meteors.
'Not good! She has help!'
Scáthach dodged several iron spears, pointing one magic spear at Black Saber while holding the other warily behind her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jalter walking out of a portal of light not far away. A bad premonition filled Scáthach's heart.
"Hahahaha! Cold-Blooded Woman, this is the first time I've seen you look so pathetic!"
Jalter, appearing there, held her battle flag and looked at the countless dead and wounded knights nearby, her eyes flashing dangerously at Scáthach.
"Assault Girl, what are you doing here!"
"I was getting bored. I felt you using a massive amount of magical energy, so I came to take a look and help finish off this old hag once and for all!"
With that, Jalter raised her battle flag and leaped into the air, thrusting it toward Scáthach. Black Saber also took the opportunity to surge her magical energy and charge at Scáthach in coordination.
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