Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 437

Every time the homunculus and Laius clashed, a tremendous storm swept across the battlefield.Laius, who had warned them to keep a distance before the fight began, literally began to obliterate everything around him as he faced the homunculus.

The ghouls and priests who were unable to escape in time were caught up in the fight between the two monsters and were turned into pieces of meat in the blink of an eye and scattered across the ground.

“That’s brutal.”

Glenn let out a tired voice without realizing it.

It was clear that the homunculus had become stronger than before, but Laius, now unleashed, was an even greater monster.

Even though they knew there was no time to think about anything else, the knights had no choice but to swallow dry saliva.

He was a captain who was more neat and dignified than anyone else, and could be said to be the epitome of knighthood…

Whenever he faced enemies like that, even the knights who were always close to him would flinch at the chilling murderous aura he exuded.

The wolf’s massive forepaw clashed head-on with Laius’ Holy Sword.

“…”

The Holy Sword and the massive claw pushed against each other, beginning a fierce struggle of strength.

Laius stared at the wolf homunculus with gloomy eyes.

In the enemy’s crimson eyes, nothing but anger and hatred could be read.

As a creature created solely for God Chernion, its sole purpose was to eliminate enemies.

‘I might not be any different from this.’

That day, which he dreaded remembering, resurfaced vividly in his mind

The vision he witnessed while holding the dying apprentice knight was still vivid before his eyes.

Luce, who smiled kindly at him even as he poured out his resentment toward Him.

The ‘righteous’ god whispered gently to Laius, who had half lost his mind.

Even though he knew it was selfish of him, Laius couldn’t refuse.

Luce, who had given him the Holy Sword along with the title of Hero, readily returned the apprentice knight as if it were a form of praise.

‘Arendt would never have wanted that, though.’

Becoming a being that proves the history of God, surviving in that way, and even further…

Even sacrificing his life on behalf of the incompetent captain.

“…”

The solid ground cracked and Laius’ feet began to sink into the dirt.

The ground that supported him could not support the homunculus’s weight.

Laius glanced down at his feet, then put more strength into his sword and activated the Shadow of the Strong.

The Holy Sword gripped tightly in his hand glowed white, emitting even stronger holy power.

Just as the wolf’s face was about to crumple, Laius pushed the enemy away with great force.

For a moment, the giant wolf lost its balance and was thrown back. Laius seized the opportunity and kicked the ground hard.

The moment the spot where his foot touched the ground split even wider, Laius’ figure vanished. Those watching the battle were left in shock.

Laius landed right in front of the homunculus as if he had fallen from the sky.

“…!”

The knights held their breath for a moment. The priests, too, were frozen in shock.

With all eyes fixed on him, Laius unleashed a powerful swing of his sword.

!

The homunculus’s front leg, which had been reflexively trying to block the attack, was cut off cleanly.

The severed wound began to burn, emitting white smoke. The holy power of the Holy Sword prevented the damaged area from regenerating.

“Keeeeeek!”

The wolf opened his big mouth and howled.

A roar echoed through the blue sky.

Laius leaped backwards, gaining some distance, then kicked the ground again and charged at his enemy.

‘Even if I were no different from that monster.’

He didn’t want to quietly submit to the fate that God had dicated.

That was the least he could do to those who believed in him.

‘The person I owe a favour to is…’

His bright blue eyes sparkled like shards of ice.

The two knights, who had been stalling for time against their enemies, finally heard the words they had been waiting for after quite some time.

“The materials have run away!”

It was a scream that erupted from the dungeon.

It was also a sign that Arendt had successfully gotten out of this area with the people.

“What?”

While the priest looked back in confusion, Arthur and Richt quickly exchanged glances.

Then they clicked off the ground and started to quickly run away.

“They’re getting away!”

“Half of us chase them, the rest head towards the prison! Don’t miss them!”

Behind them, the priests shouted loudly.

Arthur glanced at those pursuing them and said:

“What should we do?”

“Let’s put some distance between us, then take care of the ones chasing us first.”

Richt responded plainly.

“Then we’ll join Arendt. They should have left the castle by now.”

If he were to face the enemy while carrying prisoners, it would not be easy for even Arendt to handle it alone.

So it would be best to join him as quickly as possible.

“Any objections? I’ll listen.”

“No way.”

Arthur burst into laughter at the words of his senior who was repeating the words of his damn junior.

“That said, if we carry the baggage along, we’ll only get cursed, so it’s best to deal with those guys first.”

“That’s right.”

At some point, when they had gained some distance from their pursuers, the two men suddenly changed direction.

“…!”

Arthur and Richt rushed at them without giving them even a moment’s pause.

He felt like a hen leading her chicks.

‘Naturally, the situation is far from being that relaxed.’

Arendt shook off the flesh that had become red ice which clung to his sword.

He could clearly feel the presence of those hiding quietly behind him.

Even though they must have seen the priests being brutally killed right before their eyes, they only looked at him with admiration, not fear.

“It’s okay now. Let’s keep moving.”

Arendt smiled brightly, living up to their expectations.

“Yes!”

The prisoners nodded hastily and began to move quickly. They crossed the deserted alley for a while.

Suddenly, two figures appeared in front of the group.

“…!”

Arendt smoothly signaled for everyone to fall back and paused in his tracks.

Just as the prisoners were about to retreat in fear, Arendt spoke first.

“Did you leave the baggage behind?”

“Yeah, you little shit.”

Arthur answered curtly, shaking off his clothes. Richt roughly wiped the blood from his cheek and spat out the answer.

“There’s no tail. Don’t worry.”

As always, he expected a blunt answer.

But Arendt just smiled and nodded.

“As expected, I believed that my seniors would be safe.”

“…”

The two knights, who had maintained their composure even while facing numerous enemies, turned pale as if they were about to vomit blood.

“What, did you got hit in the head while fighting, !”

Arthur, who had been speaking absentmindedly, quickly shut his mouth. It was because Arendt had stepped on his foot.

Arendt, who had silenced his senior, glanced quickly at the people behind him.

With that alone, the two of them understood the whole situation.

Richt muttered, sounding fed up.

“That fox-like guy…”

“Let’s move quickly. There’s no time to lose.”

In a tone very much like that of an apprentice knight, Arendt spoke again to the people in detail.

“There’s not much time left. My dependable seniors have arrived, so just hold on a little longer.”

And Arendt, who had turned his gaze to his seniors again, had returned with a sullen expression as if nothing had happened.

“What are you doing? You’re not moving.”

Arthur and Richt both looked at each other with bug-bitten expressions.

Regardless, Arendt brushed past the two men and began to lead the way.

The two men who seemed to be muttering something also joined the group, following behind. Ray could be seen moving busily not far away.

This meant that there was only a short distance to reach the destination.

Everything went smoothly.

No, it seemed to be going smoothly.

Luna, who had been leading the way for a while, suddenly stopped.

As the spirit abruptly changed direction and looked back, Arendt sensed something was wrong.

“…!”

Just a few steps behind where Richt and Arthur were, the ground cracked slightly.

The moment the two people realized it.

Black vines shot up through the ground.

As dust rose and debris flew in all directions, people began to scream in panic.

“Gyaaaaah!”

“What, what is that!”

“Stay where you are!”

Arendt quickly drew his sword and shouted.

“Luna!”

The spirit flapped its wings vigorously, instantly scattering the dust. Only after a surge of golden magic did the vision clear, revealing the once-clear blue sky.

“…”

The sunlight that had briefly disappeared and then returned felt unusually warm.

But the scene unfolding beneath was like a hellish landscape.

The ground was in shambles, as if numerous explosives had been detonated at once.

People who fell in the sudden attack groaned and barely managed to raise themselves up.

Fortunately, no one seemed to be seriously injured, but Arthur and Richt were in a different situation.

“Cough, cough!”

Arthur coughed and staggered to his feet.

Not far from him, Richt was also barely able to stand on his own two feet, using his sword as a support.

They could have easily avoided it, but they blocked the explosion head-on to avoid the people from getting hurt.

“…”

Arendt’s eyes, looking up at the enemy, froze.

Encountering homunculi on the battlefield was now quite common.

But the thing in front of him looked completely different from anything he had seen before.

Its grotesque appearance did not resemble any monster or beast on the surface.

“…”

Under the blue sky, it seemed as if night had fallen only there.

The homunculus was wriggling around as if a child were sculpting clay.

A formless monster, seemingly the embodiment of darkness itself, gazed down at Arendt with unfocused, cloudy eyes.

It closely resembled the figure he had grown sick of encountering in his recurring nightmares.

The prisoners were frozen in place, forgetting even to run away, facing a strange form that aroused the primal fears of humanity.

“…I’m going crazy.”

Arendt’s lips twitched without him realizing.

His heart began to beat somewhat faster, regardless of his will.

The scar on his wrist felt somehow ticklish.

His skin exposed beneath the Frosty Touch was still covered in scabs.

It was because, even before the burns from Nikephoros had fully healed, he kept scratching and reopening the wounds over and over again.

“Oh dear, you’re as quick as a mouse. I was going to kill you all in one go.”

A lovely girl, like a fairy, peeked out from next to the monster.

Richt gripped the hilt of his sword with his bruised hands.

“Jiklin…”

Her loyal servant, Rita, was also by her side.

It was a nightmare that came with the radiant sunlight.