The demonic sword in Mordred's hand and the demonic sword in Lucius's hand, which represented the rule of the continent, were brother swords. It was originally when King Arthur, after conquering Gaul, had sent this demonic sword back to Great Britain as a spoil of war that this unfilial son had directly taken it as his own weapon. Therefore, now that the two demonic swords were finally close after a long time, they were naturally extremely excited.
Because the weapon in her hand was constantly vibrating, Mordred assumed that her own demonic sword could no longer wait to engage in the next round of battle. After all, she could indeed feel the joy of the weapon in her hand. But with Mordred's personality, she would certainly do as she pleased. Her understanding of these things was also the same.
Putting Mordred aside for now, Lucius, who was fighting the Little Sun, understood what this meant. After all, strictly speaking, he was the master of these two swords. Although the Sword of Gallic Domination, which was his subordinate's, was in the hands of the governor of Gaul at the time, this did not prevent Lucius from being the emperor of the entire Roman Empire, the supreme master who ruled the Gallic region.
Therefore, after the weapon in his hand resonated with the approach of the other sword, a smile curled on Lucius's lips. It seemed that this battle could let him have a little bit of revenge. It was a pity that the one who had descended this time was not King Arthur. But from the face he had seen before, the little brat who held the demonic sword that should have belonged to him must be related to King Arthur.
Lucius forced the Little Sun back with a single sword strike, then quickly moved forward, one hand fiercely grabbing the Little Sun's neck.
Karna widened his own eyes. Flames shot out from them. Lucius, in turn, blocked his own front with his treasured sword. Plus, with the effect of the armor on his body, besides leaving some burns at the corners of Lucius's eyes, this move did not cause any substantial damage.
As if seizing the opportunity, the tips of the surrounding tentacles appeared. Sharp, tooth-like bone blades. Then, all the tentacles aimed their tips in the direction of the Little Sun.
Lucius frowned. The hand that was choking the Little Sun's neck continued to exert force, while at the same time, he aimed his demonic sword at the surrounding tentacles. "Get lost! This is my battlefield!"
The surrounding tentacles, as if they had hesitated for a moment because of Lucius's threat, quickly moved away. Upon seeing this situation, a smile appeared on Lucius's face. It was just a pity that the next moment, his smile froze.
That's right, the surrounding tentacles had indeed scattered. However, at their feet, that gorgeously colored gate appeared again. Then, a large number of tentacles surged out from this gate, directly wrapping around Karna's body, and then quickly pulled with force.
Karna, who was already not as strong as when he had first started the battle due to the long fight, plus the fact that he no longer had his immortality, this was enough to make him make his exit directly.
Karna spat out a mouthful of blood. Looking at Lucius, whose face also showed a shocked expression, a smile appeared on his face. This smile was to comfort Lucius, that this was not his fault. After all, when Lucius had used his demonic sword to force back the surrounding tentacles, one could see that although this Roman Emperor was domineering, and now looked a bit crazy, he was not a person who did not abide by the rules.
"Next time we have a chance, you and I will have another hearty battle."
After Karna finished saying this to Lucius, his body scattered into magical energy and disappeared. At the same time, a series of laughs came to Lucius's ears.
"Hee hee hee, hehehehe—! Abby is a bad girl, so how could she listen to you? Bad children are supposed to be disliked by everyone, right? Did Abby's actions make people dislike her? Hee hee hee hee!"
The aura on Lucius's body began to soar at this moment. Looking at the little girl before him, his anger was not concealed in the slightest. If he didn't know that it was basically very difficult to take the life of the existence before him, Lucius really wanted to just slash up with his sword right now.
Abigail didn't seem to want to completely enrage this Roman Emperor. So she just smiled lightly, waved at this emperor, held the key in her hand, lifted her foot, and walked towards the interior of this Hanging Gardens.
Lucius clenched his fist in annoyance and punched the rock that had been stood up by the destruction of the terrain. This one punch directly smashed the entire rock into pieces. How annoying!
At the same time, Lucius also knew that this was not Abigail Williams's fault. They all knew what this little girl was like when she had just been summoned. If you wanted to blame someone, you should blame that old insect. Damn it! Back then, he should have just slashed down with his sword and finished off that old insect directly. Now they wouldn't have to go through so many things that were not to his liking.
Lucius lifted his head, his gaze falling on the distant sky. Looking at it now, the only one who could be considered relatively happy was probably Estée Lauder in the sky.
Before Lucius could adjust his mood, the sound of movement came from behind him.
"Hey! It's you, right? The one who's making the demonic sword in my hand so restless. Come and fight me for three hundred rounds!"
An arrogant smile reappeared on Lucius's face. He then raised the emperor's sword in his hand behind him. "Kid, do your elders know you're so arrogant? Just because you're holding the sword of rule that belongs to my Gallic region, you think you can fight me head-on? Knight!! Even King Arthur back then wasn't so arrogant."
Mordred looked at the Roman Emperor before him, and immediately also recognized Lucius's identity. Although she had been guarding Britain at that time, it did not mean she did not understand the information from the outside world.
"That was my father showing you respect. But I have not the slightest intention of respecting my father's defeated opponent. I will defeat you and tell everyone that I am not weaker than King Arthur. Are you ready to suffer a crushing defeat at the hands of a Knight of the Round Table again? As the future king of Great Britain, I will surely crush you with my crimson thunder!"
Lucius twisted his neck, a flash of anger in his eyes. "So you're King Arthur's son... I remember now. After coming to this world and this era, we receive a large amount of knowledge. I was very curious about King Arthur's ending, so... hehehe, so you're the bratty kid who screwed over your own great father."
Mordred also raised an eyebrow, the lightning around her body constantly roaring. "You, a defeated opponent, are quite good at stepping on landmines."