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"Come, foul beasts! Is this all you have to offer?" the war maiden cried, once the flames had sputtered out of existence.
A large dragon standing on its hind legs had its jaw open, and a bright orange orb in its throat foretold another attack. With a single swift action, Lancelot hurled the spear in her hand and it raced towards the earth with the force of a meteor.
It sailed right into the dragon's agape mouth and slammed into the ground with a thunderous boom, echoing even through the hole they were still falling through.
The dragon exploded, disappearing into a ball of fire.
From her hip, Lancelot unsheathed a sword as she burst through the exit, immediately landing on a dragon flying below. She decapitated it in a single motion, and then used its falling corpse as a stepping stone to leap with inhuman strength onto her next victim. Headless reptilian carcasses rained down alongside them as Godou crash-landed onto the ground. He'd activated Verethragna's Camel Avatar, so his reinforced legs had absorbed most of the impact, but his teeth had still ended up smashing into each other painfully.
Lancelot landed next to them.
"There are a lot more dragons here than I anticipated," she said.
Godou looked around. They were in a giant cavern that stretched as far as the eye could see and tall enough that it could fit an entire city skyline. Dragons roamed the air in swarms, and whole armies of them littered the ground in numbers that could have razed entire nations. Most worryingly, however, were the large, caterpillar-like monsters Lefiya immediately identified as a new species of monsters that was the result of the strange happenings occurring within the Dungeon. They swarmed over the dead dragons in disturbing feeding frenzies.
"You can handle it, can't you?" Godou asked.
"Of course," Lancelot replied confidently. "Though in truth, I confess I am a little disappointed. These are not the dragons I am used to fighting against."
"You're used to fighting dragons?" Lefiya asked, mildly horrified.
"Yes. The dragons I fought had impenetrable hides, cunning minds, and fire that could have melted Divine Steel. They were a challenge." She kicked a decapitated dragon's head with her armored boot, causing it to disintegrate into dust. "But these are nothing more than fodder. Their numbers, however, make total extermination tediously difficult. I will have to use my more...creative abilities if I am to wipe them all out."
Lancelot looked at Godou hopefully.
"Fine. But don't go overboard," he said.
"Lefiya!" Loki suddenly said, finally climbing off his shoulders and patting the Elf on the back. "Don't just stand there and give Lancelot all the glory! You've been training really hard on your magic, haven't you? Show me what you've got!"
The Elf, from a nervous wreck, suddenly preened and looked proud. "Yes, Loki!"
The girl raised her staff and began chanting. Even Lancelot restrained herself and paused to watch.
"Fusillade Fallarica!"
The tip of her staff grew red hot. When she swung it down, dozens of red streaks exploded from it, shooting into the sky before hailing down on the closest dragons like homing missiles. The entire cavern rocked violently as an uncountable number of detonations occurred one after the other. When the smoke cleared, they were surrounded by craters, and every dragon within a thirty meter radius had been completely consigned into oblivion as the survivors warily took several steps back.
"Impressive," Lancelot said.
"Thank you," Lefiya said, averting her eyes away from the God's approving gaze.
Loki looked smug. "Try topping that, Lancelot."
The knight dipped her head slightly. "If you insist, Loki."
Godou sighed.
Lancelot flipped her spear and jammed its tip into the ground. Kneeling and clasping her hands as if she were praying, the sheer force of power behind the words that reverberated through the cavern did not match the small and slight movements of her mouth.
Heed My Call, O' Noble Warriors.
The dragons stilled, craning their long serpentine necks up at the omnipresent voice. At the same time, Lancelot's armor began to drip—small, black, ink-like droplets that formed dark splotches on the dirt.
Take Up Your Swords and Don Your Armor Once More.
All of a sudden, Lancelot's armor cascaded off her, leaving behind only the plain dark robes she normally wore. The black, murky liquid seeped onto the ground, spreading across the dirt to form a shadowy pool that grew wider with every passing instance. Soon it was an entire lake that encompassed the area of a football field. Lefiya and Loki lifted their feet, glancing at their soles and heaved a sigh of relief when none of the unknown liquid clung onto them.
The dragons roared, clawing at the obsidian lake that had engulfed their shadows.
We Are Enforcers. We Are Protectors. We Are Weapons Given Life And Purpose.
Countless ripples raced across the surface. Like an unseen rain was pelting onto it, the dark lake trembled with Divine power.
Rise, My Brethren. Our Lord Has Demanded Our Service. Let Us Show Him Our Loyalty. Prove Our Resolve. Demonstrate Our Might.
Amidst the chaos, they rose. Thin, worm-like strands that wriggled out of the surface until they were the height of a man. Then they grew arms, and their bases split to form legs. The blank and smooth surface of the liquid hardened and sharpened to form segmented plates of armor, black as night.
We Stand Before Monsters. But We Have Faced Worse. Their Flames Cannot Melt Our Iron Will, Cannot Outshine Our Noble Souls, Cannot Stand Before Our Invincible Strikes.
Gauntleted hands unsheathed midnight blades. Armored digits drummed along the shafts of obsidian spears. Shadowy arrows were notched onto the drawstrings of black, wispy bows.
We Are Knights. We Stand Our Ground. We Are The Will Of Our Lord, And He Has Willed The Destruction Of These Foul Beasts That Have Dared To Infringe Upon His Territory.
Slitted visors slapped down. A pair of crimson, angry orb
s flared to life behind each and every one of them, glaring at their prey.
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