Lucius appeared gentle on the surface, but he was a person who was prideful to the extreme.
Even the Zogratis siblings, who had the same blood flowing through them, he had never placed on an equal footing with himself.
Perhaps the only one who he could look at eye-to-eye was Julius, the other soul within his body.
Perhaps in his eyes, everyone should be controlled by him, and were even existences that were dispensable. Even Drake was actually just regarded by him as a special tool.
There was only one exception, and that was Asta. Lucius had a special feeling towards him that was different from anyone else... and that was disgust.
Lucius's disgust for Asta was of course not because Asta was some kind of defect in the world, as he had said, but because Asta's abilities threatened him.
Because of anti-magic power, time magic couldn't predict his future, soul magic couldn't twist his will, and even the ultimate power that Lucius had obtained had been blocked by him.
Lucius might not have realized it, but his disgust actually originated from his fear of Asta.
Drake held the Martial Saint upside down, opening his mouth, saying, "Too slow, but you've arrived in time!"
Asta revealed a smiling face, saying, "That's obvious, I won't let go of the chance to become the Magic Emperor."
Drake turned his head, looking at Lucius, saying, "Then you have to keep up, don't get left behind."
"Oh!"
Asta had replied, gripping the Demon-Slayer Sword in his hand.
In the next instant, the two had moved at the same time, charging towards Lucius from the left and right.
"Absolute Heaven!"
Asta had started off with a big move, showing his respect for this final big Boss.
Lucius had dodged away rationally, and had then casually thrown out several magic spells, blocking Drake, who had already approached.
Drake hadn't reacted at all to the various magic spells that had been coming at him, because he trusted Asta.
"Demon Slaying!"
Asta hadn't disappointed Drake's trust, he had raised the Demon-Slayer Sword high, erasing all of the magic that Lucius had used.
This had also told Lucius that he shouldn't use magic that was released in the form of projectiles anymore, because if he did, they would be casually erased by Asta.
In this way, Lucius would have no choice but to use his own body to face Drake's blade.
Even if Lucius had stacked several kinds of magic, such as strengthening and hardening, on his arm, Drake had still severed his arm with one slash.
The weapon in Drake's hand had originated from that unparalleled martial general who had already been deified. It would have been fine if he hadn't said the line "I see him as nothing more than an ear of a head to be chopped off" and then rushed up to chop off Lucius's head, but if he couldn't even chop off an arm, he would have been too unworthy of the name Martial Saint.
The opportunity was rare, and Drake had raised his foot, kicking the end of the Martial Saint's hilt, directly allowing the greatsword to suddenly rise up from its descent, and the blade had directly cut open a long wound on Lucius's body.
Lucius had a cold face, and was about to bring his hand sword down on Drake. But just at this time, he had seen Asta, who was holding his sword with both hands, in a posture of swinging his sword, behind Drake.
"Demon Slaying: Infinite Slashes: Other Shore!"
This was a sword technique that Asta had learned from Yami, and the anti-magic slash that had transformed into a straight line had swept over in an instant.
Lucius's pupils had shrunk, the attack that had been unleashed from that location would hit Drake and him together.
Lucius knew Asta the best, and he hadn't expected that Asta would actually do something like this.
Drake was the same, Lucius didn't believe that Drake hadn't noticed Asta's attack. But Drake hadn't had any intention of dodging, and had instead released magic power, suppressing the space for him to dodge.
So Lucius could only watch as that black vertical line swept over Drake's body, and had then hit his own body.
A new wound had appeared on Lucius's body, and magic power-transformed blood had sprayed out directly.
"The Demon-Slayer Sword is a sword that knows what it wants to slay, and will definitely not harm the person it wants to protect," Asta had said this.
As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot, Drake had gripped the Martial Saint, which had been wreathed in flames again, and had attacked.
With a clang, a gorgeous knight's sword had appeared in Lucius's regenerated hand, directly blocking the Martial Saint's blade.
Drake had been somewhat surprised, the sharpness of the Martial Saint itself naturally didn't need to be said, and he had still added magic and flames on top of it.
It was more than just cutting iron like mud, Drake had confidence that he could even cut the most high-grade weapon.
That knight's sword didn't look like ordinary goods that had been conjured out of magic either, did Lucius, apart from the power to destroy everything, also have the ability to create?
But thinking about how Lucius could even create life with his hands, it wasn't worth being strange that he could create a sword that could block Drake's attacks.
Genuine sword light and blade shadows had appeared in the air in an instant, and the sounds of steel colliding had rung out continuously.
Although the Martial Saint was a heavy guan dao-shaped weapon, it was as easy to use as an extension of Drake's own limbs.
With devil wings flapping behind him, Asta had also joined the melee, holding the Demon-Slayer Sword in one hand and the Demon-Dweller Sword in the other, and the four weapons had clashed fiercely together.
It was only after truly participating in the battle that Asta had realized just how strong Lucius, who had been fighting Drake back and forth, was.
He hadn't heard that Lucius was skilled in swordsmanship, but every one of his sword strikes was incomparably heavy, and he couldn't even steadily block the other party's attacks.
If Drake wasn't supporting him from the side, he was afraid that he wouldn't have been able to hold on for many moves.
It was also in this way that he had realized just how strong Drake and Lucius were.
Having just trained in Absolute Heaven, and having been a little cocky, Asta had quickly suppressed his impetuousness. Telling himself that he wasn't strong enough now, and had to continue to work hard.
Lucius was actually very hopeless, Drake was one thing, he was a guy who was evenly matched with him without even unleashing his ultimate power. Not to mention that there was also Asta.
His attacks, although they weren't as powerful as Drake's, the threat that they posed was definitely not much worse.
Those two swords now all contained powerful anti-magic power, and even he wouldn't be able to withstand being hit by them, and in comparison, Drake's violent flame greatsword was actually considered safe.
But that was also relatively speaking, if he was slashed by that greatsword, Lucius would have to expend a lot of effort to recover.
White, red, and black streaks of light had intertwined with each other, drawing long traces in the sky.
They had only separated after colliding once again, revealing the figures of the three people within.
Asta's entire body was covered in wounds, and the hand that was gripping the Demon-Slayer Sword was trembling slightly.
The wounds on Drake's face were emitting steam and were rapidly healing, and he had also exhaled a mouthful of white air.
The wounds on his face were fine, but the wound from Drake's shoulder to his ribs was still flowing with magma-like blood.
But Lucius wasn't relaxed either, his magic power-transformed body had begun to collapse, and had actually regressed back to his human appearance.
The wound on Drake's body had been exchanged for creating an opportunity for Asta, and anti-magic power had hit Lucius solidly.
Lucius's face was ferocious, because he had discovered that the four great magics that had originally been fused together actually had a tendency to collapse again.
The fusion had originally been barely completed because of the lack of Lucifero's magic power, and now that he had been hit by anti-magic power again, Lucius's abilities had begun to collapse.
Drake had straightened his body, opening his mouth, saying, "Now that's... checkmate!"
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