"Bang!"
When the shattering sound rose, the semi-transparent shield in the engulfing corridor of flas and the overwhelming invisible attacks finally exhausted its durability and shattered.
Reiger and Altoria, who were protected inside, were suddenly exposed in front of Gawain with his flaming greatsword and underneath Tristan’s harp strings.
"Ding-dong—"
As if he had completely forgotten Morgan’s orders, Tristan, seeing the "Strength Sanctuary" breached, was instantly invigorated and furiously played his harp, turning the invisible slashes into a storm that swept towards Reiger.
Gawain also reached out, allowing the chains wrapped around his hand to surge out like a wandering dragon, turning into blades of steel, piercing towards Reiger.
"[Advanced Teleportation]."
Facing the combined attack of Gawain and Tristan, Reiger was not flustered at all; he picked up Altoria and initiated a teleportation spell, vanishing from the spot.
"Boom!"
The spot where Reiger had stood a second before was imdiately bombarded by countless invisible slashes and iron chains, exploding on the spot and throwing up nurous pieces of rubble.
Reiger’s figure then appeared not far away.
"It seems this is the limit for teleportation here."
Reiger glanced at Gawain and Tristan, who were less than ten ters away, and narrowed his eyes.
Under Morgan’s magical interference, Reiger had successfully activated the teleportation spell, but the distance teleported was extrely limited, completely unable to teleport to another place, much less outside the palace.
A teleportation of less than ten ters, such an extent of teleportation couldn’t even compare to a third-order "Dinsional Movent," let alone be used to effectively increase the distance.
At least, with Gawain’s abilities, if she wanted to close this distance of less than ten ters, it would probably take less than a blink of an eye.
And if it were Lancelot, who possessed exceptionally powerful rushing speed and agility, this distance of less than ten ters, for her, might be reachable just by stretching her hand?
In such a situation, Gawain did not pursue further but sheathed her flaming greatsword and turned her gaze towards Reiger.
"Draw your sword."
The towering, robust Elf Knight spoke.
"Without fighting , you won’t be able to leave here."
The reason for saying so was clearly because Gawain realized that from the beginning to the end, Reiger had been on the defensive without making any offensive moves.
Thus, Gawain made that proclamation.
"Why talk nonsense with him?" Tristan sowhat discontentedly said, "Why not just take him down directly?"
Tristan’s discontent was outright ignored by Gawain.
She just gazed at Reiger, looking at the powerful warrior who had made her fall countless tis, and her eyes gradually ignited with a burning will to fight (appetite).
Seeing this battle intent, Reiger understood.
"So that’s it, you were specifically targeting this mont?"
Ever since Reiger arrived at Calot and ca to the palace, Gawain had visited countless tis, also making it clear ti and again.
"I was hoping I would have another opportunity to battle with you."
The outco between the two had not been decided, and Gawain was clearly not ready to give up on sorting out the victory with Reiger, hence she had repeatedly expressed this.
Unfortunately, Reiger was Morgan’s appointed husband, and this was also the queen’s bedroom. As an Elf Knight, Gawain couldn’t just start a fight here, much less lay her hands on Reiger, the queen’s husband.
So, she had always been waiting.
Waiting for Reiger to resist.
Waiting for Reiger to flee.
Now, she had her chance.
"I just felt that a man like you couldn’t possibly just stay obediently by Her Majesty’s side, content to rely be a prince."
Gawain, in this manner, made her stance clear to Reiger.
And this also clarified one thing.
This battle, Reiger couldn’t escape.
"What are you all talking about?"
Tristan frowned.
This cruel-tempered Elf Knight certainly wouldn’t understand, right? Wouldn’t understand what kind of fate exists between warriors.
Only Lancelot, having heard Gawain’s words, had her cool eyes flash slightly.
Although she wasn’t like Gawain, considering this depth to battle with Reiger, there was still an unresolved issue, a conclusion to be reached between her and Reiger.
She, too, very much wanted another battle with Reiger.
Thinking of this, the ever-silent observer, this Dragon Elf, finally revealed a fighting spirit in her eyes.
At this, Reiger suddenly smiled, a smile so light, so subtle.
Yet, the clear luster in his eyes beca imnsely bright, proving that his heart, too, was filled with exhilaration.
"Step back."
At that mont, Reiger set down Altoria, who he had held in his arms, and moved her behind him.
However, Altoria shook her head.
"No, this ti, I won’t be protected by you alone."
Speaking thus, Altoria raised the staff in her hand.
"Clang!"
Instantly, Altoria’s staff burst forth with a dazzling brilliance.
The light was like starlight, scattering while also attaching to Reiger’s body.
"This is...?"
Reiger, enveloped in starlight, showed a look of surprise.
He could feel his power suddenly soar, strengthening significantly.
"Is this the Paradise Fairy’s Enchantnt?"
Realizing this, Reiger felt the power flowing within him and couldn’t help but look towards Altoria.
As a magician, Altoria didn’t know how to use any highly mysterious grand magic; instead, her expertise was in so common trivial magics, such as making magic bombs, lock picking, door prying, etc., which, from a magician’s perspective, was undoubtedly quite mundane.
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