206 King of Men vs King of the Moon

Lifting the greatsword, Arkhan casually swung it forward, a wave of blazing flames rushing out, directly suppressing the darkened world and dimming the crimson moon hanging in the sky.

The thick dark clouds were instantly covered by a crimson hue like flames burning one after another.

The distant sky split into two distinct halves, one pitch black and the other fiery crimson, a clear division as if the world had been split in two.

Crimson Moon clenched her teeth, feeling a slight tremor in her palms, an undisguised panic in her eyes.

The 'Real of the World' was actually suppressed!

This Divine Construct, forged by combining the powers of the Moon and the Earth to create a planet-destroying sword, was showing fear towards that burning greatsword!

'What in the world is that sword? If he has such a weapon, why didn't he bring it out earlier?!'

Crimson Moon's eyes revealed a hint of madness. She refused to admit that in this world, there could be a weapon surpassing the 'Real of the World'.

If that were true, what meaning did her years of perseverance and effort hold? Unforgivable! No matter what, that greatsword had to be destroyed!

"I will kill you!"

Crimson Moon pointed her finger and used her Marble Phantasm. Dozens of colossal dragons appeared out of thin air, wings spread wide, ferocious mouths roaring as they lunged toward Arkhan.

With a calm expression, Arkhan raised Shamash and slashed forward. Roaring flames surged ahead, sweeping across the dragons, leaving nothing but emptiness.

With just one swing, he wiped out countless dragons effortlessly!

"Oh my god, a-am I dreaming? S-So many dragons, just gone in an instant..."

"T-Too terrifying! What kind of sword is that..."

Due to the suppression of 'Shamash' against the 'Real of the World', the pressure on everyone suddenly eased. At least, they could now look up and watch the battle normally.

When they saw King Arthur obliterate dozens of dragons with just one swing, a strong look of shock involuntarily appeared on everyone's faces.

Looking at his majestic figure, their eyes were filled with profound awe.

They had always known that the legendary Chosen King was powerful, but they hadn't expected him to be this overwhelmingly powerful.

If he had truly won this time, there would be no suspense left regarding the identity of the True King of all Britain.

Crimson Moon's face darkened even more. Once again, she raised her finger, and a massive rock over a hundred meters tall crashed down from the sky like a meteor, pressing Arkhan within.

However, the seamless boulder surface cracked open, and with bubbling magma, a red glow gushed out of the cracks.

*BOOOOM!*

With a loud explosion, the intensely heated, all-red rocks splattered everywhere, landing on the ground, shrouded in billowing white smoke.

Unharmed, Arkhan stared at Crimson Moon with a calm smile.

"What goes around comes around. Now, it's my turn to attack."

He stomped the ground, like a flame tearing through the void, appearing in front of Crimson Moon in the blink of an eye.

Cleaver of Shamash, engulfed in raging flames, mercilessly swung forward.

The terrifying heat coming towards her made Crimson Moon's skin slightly painful. She gritted her teeth and tilted her sword upward, colliding it with the burning greatsword.

*BOOOOOM—!!!*

*WHOOOSH—!!!*

Not like the clash of ordinary blades, it was more like two massive nuclear bombs colliding. The visible shockwaves instantly spread out, the powerful impact sweeping away everything within a hundred-meter radius, even lifting the ground three inches thick.

*RUMBLE!* *RUMBLE!* *RUMBLE!*

*CLANG!* *CLING!* *CLANG!* *CLING!*

The crimson sword against the burning red greatsword clashed without stopping. The shockwaves created hurricane-like winds, leaving massive cracks several meters deep in the earth.

The weather changed, the earth shook, and the vast power surged ceaselessly, destroying everything within its range.

This was a confrontation surpassing even the level of gods, a glory that even the ancient gods would find hard to replicate.

Artoria, Bedivere, Lancelot, Kay, and others stood at the forefront of the army, wielding their swords to fend off the onslaught of the raging winds.

"Quick! Retreat!"

"Don't just stand there like a log! If you don't want to die, get back to the city!"

Everyone hurriedly withdrew, making their way back to the royal capital of East Anglia. They stood on the city walls, continuing to watch the legendary battle unfold.

Artoria and the others also retreated, having resisted for only a short while, but not without paying a significant price.

Kay looked at the crack in the blade of Claiomh Solais, his mouth twitching slightly.

"My sword... "

The majestic weapon of Nuada had only withstood a few waves before showing signs of damage.

Artoria also gazed at Excalibur in her hand. She lightly bit her lip, a hint of reluctance appearing in her azure eyes.

"Wow~ Things are really heating up over here~"

The void twisted slightly, and the figures of Merlin, Morgan, Nidhogg, and Scathach successively appeared. Their gazes instinctively turned towards the distant battlefield.

'No wonder you're the 'Chosen King'. You can hold your own against the Ultimate One of the Moon with her planet-destroyer Divine Construct. I'm curious, what else are you hiding?' Merlin thought amused while stroking his chin, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"That sword..." Nidhogg hesitated, watching Arkhan swing the burning greatsword, reminiscent of the scene when the Fire Giant Surtr destroyed the Norse Realms.

Scathach's crimson eyes suddenly became as deep as black holes, then returned to normal after a moment, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

With the Wisdom of Dun Scaith, she had unraveled the origins of Crimson Moon's sword, but regarding the greatsword in her son's hand, she saw nothing.

However, to contend with such a Divine Construct, the greatsword undoubtedly had an extraordinary origin.

*BOOOM!*

A deafening sound echoed as the crimson sword clashed with the burning greatsword, creating a thunderous roar. The powerful recoil forced Crimson Moon and Arkhan to stagger backward, creating a distance of several dozen meters.

Crimson Moon's chest heaved slightly, her crimson eyes filled with powerful killing intent as she gazed toward Arkhan, sharp as a blade.