The combatants put on mocking smiles, thinking she had missed — then schlorp, their upper and lower bodies shifted. The sharp cross-sections forgot to bleed as if they had not even noticed they had been cut, and before they could remember their duty, they were purified by the sacred magical power and vanished.
Both the keenness of the slash and the density of the light magical power were of a high standard, so it was only natural that receiving even a single strike meant instant death.
"You idiots! The achievements and the women are mine!"
But the combatants did not fear.
Even if one or two of their comrades fell — no, even if it was ten or twenty — it did not matter. As long as it was not themselves who fell, everything was trivial.
In order for themselves to rise — without caring in the slightest about the disappearance of their comrades, they attacked Saber. Right now she’s full of openings, they thought.
In fact, she had just finished swinging her sword and was not in a posture where she could immediately defend. The combatants’ thinking was by no means wrong.
——If the opponent had not been Sacred Saber, that is.
Once, Sacred Saber had charged into the enemy ranks alone.
If one thought about it normally, it was an extremely reckless action.
If one thought about it with common sense, the two choices would be being crushed by numbers and dying, or dragging the comrades who came to help into death along with her.
Yes, if one thought about it normally — and with common sense.
"Useless — I have the protection of the Spirit of the Fountain. Attacks like that will not work...!"
Combatants swung swords, fired guns, and attempted close combat.
Those attacks were all absorbed into Sacred Saber’s body.
But none of them injured her. Only a sound like a stone being thrown into the surface of water rang out.
——Sacred Saber could liquidize her entire body with the protection of the Spirit of the Fountain and automatically nullify all physical attacks by letting them pass through.
No matter how many weapons they slammed into her, it was like trying to destroy the water of a spring. Just as the surface of the water only rippled and it was completely meaningless, it was impossible to even give Saber an itch.
And there was no logic such as "She’s strong against physical attacks, so she must be weak against magic."
Sacred were warriors who possessed the magical power of light. They had strong resistance against the magic of Diabolics who fought with the magical power of darkness. It was true that they were weak against freezing or lightning, but half-baked magic could not pierce a Sacred’s anti-darkness magical defense in the first place.
Therefore, Alter had once been defeated. Physical attacks were completely nullified, and even his specialty magic attacks were halved.
In addition, she was the greatest swordsman among the Sacred.
Even without such an ability, she was simply strong.
——Once, Sacred Saber had charged into the enemy ranks alone.
The reason such an act had been permitted was only one.
Because everyone at the time had thought, "If it’s Sacred Saber, she can take on an enemy army alone, take the enemy general’s head, and return alive."
"You’ve gotta be kidding—— how the hell are we supposed to win against this?"
"I’m sorry, but I cannot afford to lose — in your next life, try to be born a little more properly!"
Slashes attacked the combatants who stood frozen in shock. The keen slashes delivered fatal blows without even giving them pain and purified them.
Ten, twenty — every time she swung her sword, combatants were purified and vanished.
There was nothing precarious about it. Even if her mental state was somewhat poor — Sacred Saber was the strongest swordsman.
"Whoa! I have to work hard too~!"
While watching that, Knuckle slammed her fist into a combatant.
In an instant, light exploded.
The combatant who had been struck by the fist was instantly purified, and the aftershock caused more than ten combatants to disappear into the light.
——The humans living in the other world of Calmate used the magical power of light to maintain their bodies.
Therefore, when handling the magical power of light, they consciously and unconsciously moderated their power so that they themselves would not vanish.
But humans born and raised in a world without magical power had no such restrictions.
The light magical power that otherworld-born Sacred like Sacred Saber used for life support could be used by Earth-born Sacred purely for fighting.
Although she did not possess the power of a spirit like Saber, nor did she have a special weapon — Knuckle simply had pure high specs by being born on Earth. In terms of pure physical ability status, she would probably even surpass Saber.
She punched the approaching combatants, purified them, and with the aftershock purified dozens at once.
Seeing that, Knuckle looked at her own fist and muttered in a confused manner.
"...Huh? Isn’t this... kind of easy?"
She probably was not as optimistic as her words, but Knuckle had muttered it without thinking.
She had trained together with Saber — honestly, that had been far tougher.
Because the combatants were too weak.
Knuckle — Haga Reiko — had originally been an ordinary human, so she could imagine the fear of men attacking with swords and guns.
But,
"Oraaah! Fly away, you Sacred brats!"
"Ow!? ...It hurts, it hurts, but is this all? Also, the reaction to being shot with a gun being ’Ow!?’ feels a bit off even for me."
Knuckle had taken attacks several times.
Fist strikes, kicks, slashes, gunfire — those, several times.
Unlike Saber, she did not possess the ability to automatically nullify physical attacks. Damage was getting through.
But even if all of them landed directly, they would not become fatal wounds. Even though a single combatant would be a threat to an ordinary human, she was not afraid at all even when dozens directed killing intent at her. She could feel that she would not die from this level.
That was not Knuckle’s arrogance, but pure fact. Even the combatants of Lemora who possessed one-versus-a-thousand strength on Earth, a world without magical power, were only about as threatening as trash monsters in a game when fought by a Sacred who possessed the magical power of light.
However——
"...Senpai, that Diabolic over there — Alter, right? I’ll leave that one to you. He reeks of ’I absolutely cannot win against this.’"
"Good judgment. If you said something like you could defeat him here too, I would have thought I needed to make future training stricter."
"S-safe! Seriously safe! Your humility shows the difference in class!"
Yes, Diabolics were different.
Beings who had fought through the poison-like other world of Lemora and possessed large amounts of dark magical power. It would not be an exaggeration to call them the Sacred of the other world of Lemora, or Sacred of dark magical power.
Even Sacred who had resistance to dark magical power would be defeated if they did not fight with all their strength — that was the kind of opponent.
That was exactly why Saber readied the holy sword Arontina and glared at Alter.