Earth Vibration.
Lancelot used the Earth Vibration Feral Soul to track the Nigerians and discovered they were near the exit of the tunnel. He heard their footsteps, the movement of the carriage, and the wind sweeping through the mountains.
Thunderbolt.
The stone around Lancelot began to vibrate as he injected spirit essence into the Thunderbolt Feral Soul to chase the Nigerians.
Lightning surged through Lancelot's body, coating his bones, muscles, and nerves. Then his body transformed into a thunderbolt as he charged through the sealed cave. The lightning tore forward at full speed, bursting through rocks in its path.
...
The sky was still have bright as morning was approaching. The village that had once stood proudly along the mountain path now lay in ruins.
Homes had collapsed, shops were shattered, roads were torn apart. Villagers filled the streets, crying, shouting, arguing, some even collapsing in despair.
Children clung tightly to their parents. The elderly sat in silence, staring at rubble that once held their lives. Merchants shouted at guards who could offer nothing but empty apologies.
...
Bang!
Lancelot burst out of the underground tunnel and reverted to his human form.
"knight!...It's the Knight of Britannia!"
A woman in a red gown pointed at Lancelot in shock.
The moment the villagers saw him, their cries shifted. Some felt hope had finally arrived, while others blamed him for the destruction of their homes and demanded compensation.
Questions were thrown at him one after another, but Lancelot said nothing.
He remained expressionless.
Without responding, he lifted into the air once more. Lightning flickered faintly beneath his feet before his body transformed into a thunderbolt again.
The villagers watched him disappear into the sky.
No one dared to stop or question Lancelot any longer. They all stood in a daze, different expressions written across their faces. Some were confused, others angry or shocked. Most of them were surprised, while the rest stared in disbelief.
Some even began to doubt Lancelot's character. Why would the Knight of Britannia ignore such destruction?
Others defended him, insisting that Lancelot possessed great wisdom and that there must be a larger picture only he could see.
The village soon descended into chaos as arguments broke out among the people.
...
Stonecliff Mountain.
On a broken road leading south, a convoy waited.
Three carriages stood surrounded by elite soldiers clad in green and white uniforms. The air was tense, heavy with anticipation.
Aisha Suleiman's uniform was torn. Soot stained her sleeves. Her breathing was steady, but fatigue lingered beneath her composure.
"Transfer her carefully," she ordered.
Princess Emilia was unconscious. Her breathing was shallow but stable.
Two men dressed in Britannia local clothing stood nearby. The former wore a white short-sleeved shirt, a brown vest, and brown trouser. The latter wore white short-sleeved shirt, a green vest, and black trouser. They lifted her gently and placed her into the central carriage.
Yoma's face was pale and unmoving. Mausa stood beside her, his arms trembling from exhaustion, his eyes hollow.
Aisha observed them and let out a quiet sigh of relief.
All thanks to Mausa… we escaped with our lives.
She activated her communication ring. It shone white as she transmitted.
"All units, prepare to move. Phase two of the mission has begun. Destination, Riverview."
The reply came instantly.
"Captain! The sky!" Yoma screamed.
Aisha turned sharply.
The sky above Stonecliff lit up.
A streak of white lightning cut through the clouds, too fast to follow.
Her eyes narrowed as a memory surfaced.
"Mausa destroyed the tunnel you created so that monster can finally rest in peace."
Mausa had nodded and destroyed it.
Aisha had sighed in relief.
...
Aisha face turned pale. She stood frozen as she watched the thunderbolt heading straight toward them.
"…How… how is he alive?"
She shook her head in disbelief.
Lancelot reverted to human form midair.
Lightning roared around him as he closed the distance, his eyes locked onto the convoy below.
"Hehe…"
A cold laugh escaped his lips.
"It seems fate wants all of you to die by my hand."
The wind screamed as he accelerated.
Taiyor stood despite his injuries, sword in hand, his eyes sharp.
"whats wrong with him...why is he coming alone…"
He frowned.
"No reinforcements… today is the day you will be joining your ancestors."
Aisha shook her head.
"Don't lower your guard for even a second. From what I know about him, he has pride, but he is not a fool. He must have a plan."
Lancelot halted midair, hovering directly above the convoy as he activated a combination move.
Spirit Core Combination Move.
White And Yellow Lighting Knight.
In a flash of light, Lancelot was fully equipped in armor with a black cape. The eye sockets of the armor glowed with white lightning, and sparks danced across his entire body.
His cape reshaped into rough wings without feathers.
He smiled coldly.
"Do you really think you can get away with this?"
"Hehe… there is no peace for those who tried to steal from a lion's den."
"Return the princess, and I will let you live."
Lancelot voice was calm, cold, absolute.
Aisha met Lancelot gaze without flinching.
"Knight of Britannia," she shouted, "you attack foreign soldiers. Go back now, and we will overlook this. And what proof do you have that we abducted the princess?"
Lancelot's eyes narrowed.
"You crossed the sea," he replied. "You abducted royalty and destroyed a village."
Lightning intensified.
"I don't need proof."
"What truly matters now… is killing all of you."
Aisha raised her hand slightly and injected her silver-white spirit essence into the combination move she had been preparing while talking to Lancelot.
Dragon Roar.
Fire Bullet.
Fire Arrow.
Feral Soul Combination Move. Angry Dragon.
A deafening roar tore through the air.
A sound wave surged forward, followed by bullets and arrows of fire emerging from its core.
They slammed into Lancelot midair.
The projectiles struck his armor as the shockwave sent him flying backward.
Lancelot twisted in midair, dodging part of the second wave. Some attacks struck him, but none penetrated his armor.
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
He closed his eyes and laughed.
As long as I still have lightning spirit essence… these attacks are meaningless.
What is a Spirit Core?
It holds fragments of the essence of heaven and earth. It is the connection between man and the world itself.
The smile faded and was replaced by a code expression.
Lancelot spirit essence continued to drop.
His breathing became rough.
My spirit essence is nearly depleted.
A fire bullet grazed past his shoulder.
If this continues… my lightning essence will collapse from overuse.
I need to end this quickly.
Lancelot surged toward the Nigerian reinforcements standing by the carriages. He drew his sword its upper edge crackling with lightning, while the lower blade gleamed with an intense, while light.
Lancelot shot forward.
He appeared among the Nigerian soldiers near the carriage.
His sword blazed with lightning.
In a single motion, he sliced off a Nigerian reinforcement head. The head flew toward a young girl. She was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, a red vest, and black trousers.
The head struck her chest, and blood splashed across her face and body. She opened her mouth, but before she could scream, her body was split in two.
Lightning burned through her waist and skocked every part of her body.
Lancelot moved again.
He stabbed another Nigerian through the heart, split another's skull and sliced the third Nigerian in half.
Five lives ended in an instant.
Lancelot roared,
"No peace for the wicked!"
Three soldiers fled with the carriage.
The one carrying Princess Emilia vanished down the shattered road.
Yoma activated an illusion.
Mist swallowed them whole.
They disappeared.
Lancelot turned.
He flew toward Yoma.
His sword swung toward her neck.
Mausa reacted instantly.
He slammed both palms into the ground.
The earth rose.
It blocked the strike.
But the force and of Lancelot's attack was overwhelming.
The impact sent both Lancelot and Yoma flying.