Lancelot didn''t care about following the human''s usual routine before fighting. If he weren''t here, what would happen to Sumika if she survived the sh with Tyr?


    Would a harsh battle await her?


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    His wings pped heavily, sending his body shooting into the knights as he held his dragon-ying sword d in mes in one hand. Lancelot''s ck mes easily cut through even armour, evaporating their bodies upon contact.


    The burning fires then spread and expanded explosively, engulfing one of the knights. The power that would incinerate everything had nothing but tyranny in its name.


    "Gah!?"


    "Arggh!!"


    The knights in front began to scream as their bodies bubbled and melted—Lancelot didn''t stop, his body shing across therge vanguard like a devil, his face covered with the ck visor, golden eyes glowing like a reaper of death.


    Lancelot trampled the knights underfoot as though he were dancing. His movements showed no openings. Each step was filled with the will to ughter, and every swing of his dragon-ying sword burned anything around it to ash.


    ''I will save her, let her live happily and crush these humans to form my forward base!''


    "Marimo! Shoot them down."


    Standing quietly on the wall with arge group of half-elves and frost hares holding a mixture of longbows and shortbows, all releasing hundreds of arrows, Lancelot''s body shot into the sky with a resounding roar before the human knights were bombarded with long, ck arrows.


    Innumerable arrows came flying from the fortress, turning into a torrential rainstorm. There was nowhere to escape. The human knights, not trampled or disarmed, raised their shields, but so many arrows with strange tips pierced their thick armours.


    "Don''t falter!? What do I pay you fools for!" A fat, balding male at the back ofbat surrounded by heavily armoured knights and archers sat atop a warhorse. He was none other than Baron Sv.


    But despite hismand, his troops were already terrified of the arrows and the flying devil that killed them like insects. It felt like they were being thrown to their deaths as an army that could kill a Dragon King ughtered them.


    A knight protecting Baron Sv trembled as Lancelotnded before him, killing his horse with a flick of his wrist, the swipe splitting its skull open and revealing its greyish brain matter.


    "H-H-Help!! The demon is here!"


    Baron Sv fell to the ground helplessly but immediately tried to call for help as the knight next to him seemed frozen still as Lancelot was covered in ck scaled armour, dark red mes and his ck visor. "Oh? You are the father of that boy—maybe his mother slept around?" Lancelot asked sinisterly.


    Baron Sv paled, seeing Lancelot remove his helmet while stepping on the head of the dying horse as it struggled before he stomped down and crushed its skull. His pale expression only made the bloodstains on Lancelot''s scales seem more ominous.


    "Y-Y-You... What do you want in my territory!?"


    *Woosh*


    With a single swing of his de, Lancelot chopped the knight beside Sv with ease, making Baron Sv piss himself as Lancelot smirked sadistically. "Do you need to ask, little worm? Didn''t your son try to take advantage of my Sumika?"


    "T-That... That child betrayed m-m-me!" Baron Sv quickly denied Lancelot''s words in fright, only making Lancelot raise his foot and m down onto a knight''s chest.


    *Crunch*


    "What did you say?" Lancelot asked coldly while twisting his foot and crushing the knight''s rib cage and lungs, leaving Baron Sv shivering with piss running down his leg as his teeth rattled.


    "... Hiii!" Baron Sv couldn''t answer, unable toprehend Lancelot''s rage that he felting off him as he continued. "Did he betray you? Is that something a parent says when one of their children dies? Are you saying your son deserved to die because he sold your fat ass out!?" Lancelot asked, kicking Baron Sv and flipping him over.


    "Please wait! There is money and gold! Take it all!" Baron Sv begged, afraid of Lancelot raising his foot, only for Lancelot to stomp down, crushing his knee with his boot as the bones shattered beneath his feet.


    "Money? Gold? Why would I take such garbage trash from the likes of you?" Lancelot asked. Baron Sv screamed and begged for mercy once more. "Gyaaaaah!"


    Suddenly, a gust of air passed by the baron as a male with grey hair and light armour thrust a spear towards Lancelot''s body. The speed and power were quite dangerous. Even Lancelot almost lost bnce as he dodged it to avoid receiving critical damage, but the man disappeared instantly, only to appear behind Lancelot and stabbed forth with his spear.


    ''He vanished...'' Lancelot thought as he dodged to the side before blocking a sword strike using the armour scales of his forearm with sparks flickering from the blow, pushing the old man backwards as the pair stood opposite each other.


    "Why is someone strong suddenly showing up?" Lancelot growled, moving his sword, creating sparks between the two des before using his strength to send the spearman away—the man vanished again and appeared before Lancelot, swinging his spear forth.


    "...You have some skill, old man..." Lancelot praised, ncing at the grey-haired man who attacked him. Not bad! He knew how to use magic to fight, and he was good at disappearing and reappearing after he did so. Lancelot couldn''t feel any killing intent and maliceing from this person; instead, he saw caution and seriousness.


    "Are you the one leading this demonic attack?"


    "Hmm...? Demonic attack?" Lancelot tilted his head, the spear shooting past his neck, slicing the ck scales with brilliant sparks. Lancelot grabbed the spear with his powerful grip, stopping the old man from pulling it back.


    The old man frowned at Lancelot''s action before vanishing once more, releasing his spear.


    ''Fast... Lancelot noted that his movement-type magic seemed superior, the pair shing blows, sending sparks everywhere as they fought like demons inbat.


    The old man had many weapons: swords, daggers, spears and even a mace. Lancelot blocked every strike, returning one of his own using his me-d dragon-ying sword, aiming at the old man''s heart—the grey-haired old man blocked Lancelot''s strike with several barriers of wind, sending a series of des at Lancelot, piercing his ck scale armour, injuring him before jumping back.


    Seeing the injuries caused by those barrier des, Lancelot narrowed his gaze behind the ck visor covering his face. ''He''s got me wounded in our little exchange...''


    Lancelot tried to calcte the range and speed of his enemy before he began to fight with everything he had.


    The old man was faster, but there was a strange look of pain when he moved or attacked, and the window between attacks increased as the battle continued.


    ''Let''s put out more feelers, then use my Dominus if he still troubles me.''


    Taking a more offensive stance, Lancelot inched forward, as the sound of arrows and fighting behind him made him feel relieved by the loud crashing of Frost Hares stomping on human armour, the distinct thud causing his lips to curve into a wicked smile that was hidden from the old man.


    He looked truly demonic at this moment.