Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 332

It was as if time had stopped.The arrows that had been flying wildly began to die down, and the ghouls’ screams ceased.

The same was true for the knights who were swinging their swords and even for the ghouls who had lost their command and were running wild.

In the middle of a battlefield filled with the smell of blood and rot, someone suddenly appeared without a sound.

“…An elf?”

Zakar muttered as if possessed.

At first glance, the figure looked similar to an elf from the Fog Forest tribe.

However, the presence that took over everything in an instant proved that he was not an ordinary elf or human.

“What do you mean an elf?”

At that moment, a cold voice penetrated his dazed mind.

“He’s just a winged reptile.”

It was Arendt.

A bitter sneer hung in the golden eyes that were filled with a dreary coldness.

“Are you Nikephoros?”

A clear, melodious voice pierced through the now-silent battlefield, unusually distinct.

“I…”

Arthur muttered, his mind blank.

“That crazy bastard….”

For a moment, everyone was overwhelmed by Nikephoros’ presence.

Even Laius, Zakar, and the troops on the walls a good distance away were frozen.

But this didn’t seem to apply to Arendt at all.

Without changing his expression, Arendt was staring at Nikephoros with his characteristically arrogant gaze.

“They say you have a foul mouth, and indeed it is as they say.”

The smiling dragon was so beautiful that it made one forget the sea of ​​blood around them for a moment.

His blonde hair, which flowed down to his waist, looked like threads woven by the rising sun.

His vivid green eyes seemed to brim with life, yet at the same time carried a chilling sense that they could take everything away.

“But I would like to counter one thing.”

Nikephoros slowly moved his eyes and scanned the battlefield.

A gaze that resembled that of a reptile naturally fell on Laius.

“Wasn’t it you who were led all the way here, not me?”

Laius met his eyes and unconsciously gripped the Holy Sword tighter.

Nikephoros smiled broadly at Laius.

“I feel a little sorry for being so rude. I was curious to know who the owner of the Great Holy Sword is this time. He truly is a master of great skill.”

Nikephoros hummed in pretend happiness. His green eyes, filled with a bright light, curved into a crescent shape.

“But…”

A strong magical power swept through, and a pure white magic circle appeared behind Nikephoros in an instant.

“I think it’s still a bit lacking.”

He felt a heat that seemed like it would melt everything around him.

Sensing the crisis, Laius shouted.

“Everyone, duck!”

“…!”

As the knights hastily ducked, a blinding flash of light was fired.

The flash of light shot straight towards the castle, turning everything it touched into ash.

Those guarding the wall also instinctively ducked.

Nikephoros’ magic was blocked by a defensive barrier spread out right in front of the castle.

!

Only after the flash of light exploded in the air with a terrifying sound and the aftershock swept through the surroundings were the knights able to raise their heads one by one.

They were momentarily speechless at the tragedy that unfolded before their eyes.

“…”

The same was true for those on the wall.

The ghouls caught in the flash were reduced to ash, leaving not even a trace of bone behind. The ground was carved in a straight, deep line as if a road had been struck through it, and all the surrounding vegetation lay blackened and dead.

It was a tremendous destructive force.

“Ah…”

Llewellyn let out a dazed sigh.

Having grown used to Arendt and Lexion constantly bickering, he had momentarily forgotten.

They could bring disaster to the land with just a wave of their fingers, and when they were angry, they could easily ruin a country.

It was not for nothing that they were praised as the race closest to God.

“So there was a guardian, after all. Honestly, it’s always so hard to catch a glimpse of you, our Lexi. Are you planning to stay holed up inside and never come out?”

Nikephoros, who was regretfully licking his lips, suddenly felt someone swiftly approaching him.

He raised his head and met the eyes of the Hero of the Holy Sword who had come within arm’s length.

!

The Holy Sword was blocked by the defensive barrier that Nikephoros had deployed.

Laius didn’t force himself to hold his ground and just stepped back.

Nikephoros said with satisfaction, confirming the blue eyes that showed no fear whatsoever.

“Very good.”

Particles of light formed in one of Nikephoros’ hands, which soon transformed into the shape of a long sword.

He responded head-on to Laius’s attack as he charged forward again.

!

The swords clashed.

Laius’ face hardened and he stepped back, as he faced a force stronger than he had expected.

Nikephoros chuckled and took a bold step forward.

And at that moment, from the left, out of his line of sight, Zakar charged in. But Nikephoros easily blocked the attack, as if he had anticipated it.

“…!”

Zakar’s face turned pale as he faced the dragon and the sword.

He put all his strength into his lower body to hold his ground, but all he managed was to avoid being thrown back immediately.

Zakar relaxed his grip and deflected Nikephoros’ sword, stepping back, while Laius immediately took his place.

Laius’ Holy Sword was imbued with pure white divine power. The Shadow of the Strong was also activated to its max, and his magic power was moved to cover the sword.

“Hoo.”

Nikephoros immediately responded by swinging his sword.

!

There was a crackling sound of metal ripping apart and sparks flying. The dragon’s tremendous power pushed him back a step, but somehow, Laius held on.

Although he must have been feeling crushed under pressure that would be difficult for a human to handle, Laius remained indifferent.

As if he was just doing what he had to do.

Admiration flashed across Nikephoros’ eyes.

“Yeah, that’s what a hero should be like.”

As the force applied to the sword grew stronger and stronger, Laius began to be pushed back step by step.

Under the strong pressure, Laius’ face gradually began to turn pale. It seemed as if all his body and organs were screaming in front of the magical power of a different dimension.

But Laius endured it.

“…That’s my role.”

Laius answered in a stiff voice. Nikephoros’ burst into laughter.

“I see. Is it a mission you’ve taken on, traded for the life of one of your subordinates?”

“…”

Laius’ brow furrowed on his previous expressionless face.

“I never traded anything. It’s the path I chose, and I take responsibility for it.”

“Oh my. Why are you getting angry?”

Nikephoros tilted his head with a look of mock bewilderment.

“I don’t think your subordinate would have regretted his sacrifice. He didn’t even die, so I don’t think you, who benefited from it, should be angry.”

Heat was shining in his blue eyes.

Laius tightened his grip on the Holy Sword. The calluses on his grip began to burst and blood began to seep out.

Laius looked straight at Nikephoros and spoke bluntly.his handsome?”

Arendt met Nikephoros’ eyes and smiled jokingly.

“Or maybe you read something else from me?”

He could feel Laius, Zakar, and the other knights staring at me with great nervousness.

If Nikephoros moved even a little bit, they were ready to rush in.

Arendt decided to enjoy those gazes.

Sorry, but today’s main character wasn’t Laius.

The person who needed to stand out the most in this moment was none other than Arendt von Eckhart himself.

“For example… the reason why Lexion started acting like a fool by sticking next to me. Oh, or maybe that’s not it.”

Arendt shrugged his shoulders, as if to show off.

“Have you figured out why you shouldn’t kill me?”

“…”

Nikephoros’ pupils, who had been pretending to be an elf, suddenly sharpened into slits.

In the dragon’s eyes, the traces of the gods, clearly imprinted on the apprentice knight’s body and soul, were reflected.

The young and weak human before his eyes was the plaything of God Luce, the object of Chernion’s curiosity, and the one whom Nereid pitied and encouraged.

It was absurd.

It was hard to believe that he was still alive and sane after all this.

Nikephoros, who had remained silent for a long time, soon burst into laughter.

“…Ha, this guy is really no ordinary crazy guy.”

It was a reaction he quite liked.

“Well then.”

Arendt smiled faintly with satisfaction as he uttered the following line.

“You must have figured out why I absolutely cannot die here, right?”

“What?”

For a moment, Nikephoros frowned, not really understanding what he was saying.

But just a few seconds later.

Nikephoros’ face froze coldly.

Arendt added to him in a mockingly cheerful tone.

“This technique works quite well on dragons, you know.”