The Holy Knight of DxD

Chapter 25: Sword Emperor

Lucius Tiberius, the Sword Emperor. A figure of British folklore. The Roman Emperor who faced King Arthur after the King of the Knights refused to do act of submission to Rome.

Lucius Tiberius was not human. He was a monster. His strength was comparable to that of a magical beast.

He had managed to bring his opponents to his knees with no effort. He wielded his sword, the demonic sword Florent, with extreme ability, destroying the Glory Drag Trooper, the sub Balance Breaker of Blade Blacksmith, Kiba's second Sacred Gear.

During the disaster in the Underworld, they had been rather useful to match the Shadow Servants, but against Lucius Tiberius they were completely useless. A simple swing was enough to destroy Kiba's knights and even send him back.

"I can see why King Arthur chose you as his successor, but I am disappointed," Lucius Tiberius said as he watched Y/N rise, "the reason I came was to test your abilities and subordinate you to me."

Y/N grunted. He fired many swords at Lucius Tiberius.

"Hahaha!"

Lucius Tiberius laughed loudly as he charged Florent with the Mana Burst and swung it. The swords projected by Y/N disintegrated as if nothing had happened. The same attack affected the same barrier that Y/N had created just before, causing the school to tremble.

"What's stopping you from doing your best?" the Sword Emperor arrogantly asked.

He looked up at the school behind Y/N and smiled arrogantly.

"Oh, I see," Lucius Tiberius lifted Florent over his head as this one took on a crimson-red hue. "In that case, I will make you serious!"

Y/N's eyes opened wide when he saw the Roman Emperor aiming at the school. The barrier he had erected was improvised. Although it could resist normal human magicians, he was not sure if it could do the same against a Heroic Spirit like him who had certainly not spared himself from the beginning of the fight.

"I am the bone of my sword."

Y/N extended the arm in front of it and opened his Magic Circuits.

"Rho Aias."

Seeing the power of the Sword Emperor, a normal human would go mad and so it was for those who were watching the fight. If there was one thing everyone understood by now, it was that they were not dreaming, nor they were filming any film. Everything was real, judging by everyone's abrasions.

Lucius Tiberius' attack impacted the conceptual Noble Phantasm, however, he managed to destroy six of the seven layers that made it up. Y/N knelt as he vomited blood, his body squealed for the pain he had borne to protect everyone.

That was probably the first time Y/N had been hit hard since he arrived in that parallel world.

Although his skin was as hard as a dragon's, the impact between the holy blade and the demon blade was enough to make Y/N's bones creak that would eventually break. Lucius Tiberius' kicks were muffled by the Blood Armour of Fafnir, but they were enough to make Y/N grunt with pain.

"This is very funny!" Lucius Tiberius said while laughing arrogantly, "Yeah... Yeah! Just like him. Your flesh. Your blood. And your soul. I want those."

Although not particularly wounded, Y/N still felt the pain of the Sword Emperor's blows. And he could take the physical pain, so he got up right away.

One thing was certain. He could not fight seriously knowing that he could involve the students and teachers. He had to take the fight to another place, and he knew where.