Chapter 167: Speedy Thief! Thunderous Judgement!
Night fell, and thick clouds swallowed the crescent moon.
Tonight, there was no light.
Ancient, lingering chimes echoed within the mansion, casting a deathly pall over the Sage Council.
The deadline for the crime notice had arrived.
This meant that the Black Prince, wielder of Divine Speed, could arrive at any moment to steal the hera column.
Princess Alice and the others knew they were outmatched, so they simply set up an empty fort strategy.
Inside the Sage Council, there were no traps or barriers, and the door to the treasury was even wide open, like a silent invitation.
Before the hera column, Arthur sat on the ground, his fingertips tracing the pages as he intently read about the life of Marquis Vauban.
The next instant, the silence was shattered!
Black-purple lightning tore through the air, grazing his hair, and a hand shot straight towards the hera column!
Bang!
The Reverse Thorn Lance instantly thrust out, bursting the atmosphere, its spiraling tip tearing through space, arriving later but striking first, fiercely twisting towards that arm!
Amidst the dull thud of flesh bursting, two streaks of light intertwined like illusions.
Alec, with a torn sleeve, stumbled into view, his eyes wide with surprise and suspicion as he stared at the Ji Knight blocking him.
"This martial art that can penetrate Divine Speed… are you Lancelot!?"
Lancia's face was grim, her lance held horizontally, wisps of blue-white electric arcs leaping at the tip.
"Alexander Gascoigne, your journey in pursuit of the Holy Grail ends here."
Alec scoffed dismissively: "You've merely transformed from a Shadow of a God to a Subordinate God, yet your tone is quite arrogant."
"Did you cooperate with the Sage Council? Where is Guinevere? You alone cannot stop me."
Though his words were contemptuous, the corner of his eye was fixed on the man who remained calmly seated and reading.
He had initially thought the other party was the last line of defense for the Sage Council, only to be met with a head-on blow from an old opponent.
After witnessing the clash in that Divine Speed domain, the other party showed no emotion.
What kind of monster is this guy…
"Alexander Gascoigne."
Arthur's clear, cold voice rang out, not directed at his ear, but like an ice pick, piercing Alec's heart.
"The Black Prince of England, do you have any lingering attachment to the authority you gained from Godslayers?"
This light question instinctively made Alec want to turn into lightning and escape!
But his pride and self-esteem as a supreme being forced him to stop, and he asked back with a solemn expression.
"Who are you? When did the Sage Council get someone like you?"
Arthur slowly closed the document, raising his eyes, his gaze unsettlingly calm.
"You pride yourself on being an anomaly among Godslayerss, refusing to associate with those who only know destruction, is that right?"
Alec closely watched the killing intent at the tip of Lancia's lance, a disdainful smile on his face.
"Compared to those willful beasts, I am, of course, the embodiment of rationality."
Arthur nodded, then casually picked up the black-gold letter.
"Leaving a seemingly polite letter, and then preparing to snatch a treasure that others have guarded for centuries."
"Your rationality is merely a more arrogant disguise. Deep down, you are no different from other Godslayers; just as reckless, and just as… a danger that must be eliminated."
Before his words finished, Alec could no longer tolerate it, and his figure exploded into electricity!
A streak of lightning tore through the air, striking directly at Arthur's throat!
But the Reverse Thorn Lance, carrying thunder, was faster!
The spearhead slashed down, smashing the Divine Speed lightning, leaving only a burst of electric sparks sizzling in the air.
Alec, having returned to human form, reappeared, his face extremely grim.
Transforming himself into lightning and entering the Divine Speed domain, impervious to external interference, was his unfailing authority.
But now, Lancia, who had transformed into a Subordinate God, had an ability that was extremely incompatible with his high-speed characteristic!
Ignoring Alec's wary expression, Arthur rose to his full height, and the Salvation God Sword appeared at his summons.
"Twice thwarted, yet you still haven't given up your desire to seize by force. So be it."
The aura of the Divine Tool instantly stirred the Godslayers's instincts, and a flash of insight struck Alec's mind as he cried out in alarm.
"This power… you are—!?"
His answer was a sky-piercing, azure-silver lightning bolt!
Arthur and Alec's figures vanished simultaneously, and azure-silver lightning and black-purple electric arcs flashed wildly high above!
A dazzling rainbow of lightning sliced through the clouds, like the blade of a god, forcefully severing the frantically fleeing electric light!
Rumble!
Deafening thunder crashed down on the entire mansion, and a lingering black glow streaked across the sky above the Sage Council, fleeing desperately into the distance!
Alec, having lost nearly half his spell power, gritted his teeth, clutching the deep, bone-revealing wound on his chest, frantically squeezing out his last remaining authority!
If he had been given some preparation time, fully utilizing his Great Labyrinth authority to set up an unbreakable trap-cage, he would have feared no one!
To encounter an archenemy in a sudden battle and be defeated so decisively!
Just then, the earth's vital energy surged skyward!
Guinevere, who had been waiting for a long time, clasped her hands to her forehead and loudly chanted the infallible curse!
"O demonic spear-point guarding the Land of Shadows, emulate the legend of Queen Scathach!"
In an instant, a crimson demonic spear condensed high in the sky, like a rabid dog smelling blood, biting fiercely at the fleeing lightning!
As they pursued, the distance rapidly shortened!
Alec, who had dealt with "Gae Bulg" many times before, rapidly changed direction, leaving several afterimages of lightning in the air!
The crimson demonic spear suddenly vibrated, transforming into twelve sharp points that shot out, biting frantically!
The lightning afterimages were shattered one after another, and the vital energy on the demonic spear slowly dissipated, finally stopping its momentum powerlessly.
Guinevere, who failed to personally finish off her old enemy, pouted, then looked at Arthur and Lancia, who had been waiting for a long time, and bowed respectfully.
"Thank you, King, for allowing your servant to be willful once. I ask you, please, to deliver the final judgment."
Arthur nodded slightly, his gaze piercing the night sky, falling on the almost vanishing black lightning on the horizon, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"Thunder, answer the call of the Heaven-Sustainer, and slay this fiend!"
In that instant, Alec, on the verge of escaping, froze stiff, and a fear originating from his life's instincts gripped his soul.
He suddenly looked up, only to see that, at some unknown point, the clouds across the entire sky had transformed into a terrifying vortex!
Without warning, without a sound, a thunderbolt of inconceivable thickness, like a giant palm swung down by a god, slammed down on him, a mere fly!
Boom—!
Transformed into lightning, yet countered by lightning!
Alec, like a snapped light spear, plunged straight into the earth, the sound of breaking bones clearly audible, a non-human, desperate shriek squeezed from his throat!
Arthur and the two others flashed to the edge of the deep pit. He waved his hand to disperse the swirling dust, looking down at Alec, who was pierced by lightning chains and had torn flesh.
"I have to say, compared to the Sword King of Italy, you are pitifully weak."
The near-death humiliation instantly ignited Alec's last burst of madness, the fierce light in his dark pupils surged, and his ultimate authority to reverse the battle was unleashed!
Three winged, Medusa-like goddess phantoms roared out!
"Daughters of Evernight, obey! Execute the final revenge!"
The Furies' lightning surged against the sky, their murderous intent aimed directly at Arthur!
Pfft!
That extremely fierce light spear, upon striking Arthur's outstretched palm, shattered like a bubble, turning into a myriad of light fragments, not even causing his fingertips to tremble in the slightest.
"Don't struggle. Unlike Godslayerss, I am the dominator of authorities."
Arthur's voice was bone-chillingly cold, as if proclaiming a truth.
"Thunder, is under my jurisdiction."
As his words fell, he rode the wind into the deep pit, the divine sword held high in his hand.
"Alec, rest in peace."