Capítulo 112: Chapter 43: War? Hah!

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 clash with Tyr?

Would a harsh battle await her?

His wings flapped heavily, sending his body shooting into the knights as he held his dragon-slaying sword clad in flames in one hand. Lancelot's black flames 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 flashing across the large vanguard like a devil, his face covered with the black visor, golden eyes glowing like a reaper of death.