Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 330

“Wow, there really are so many.”Glenn grumbled as soon as he stepped outside the gates.

What had until recently been a peaceful rural estate was now completely overrun by ghouls and chimeras.

Arthur also looked around and let out a gasp of shock.

“It still looks as tasteless as ever. Why do they make them look so hideous?”

As if warming up, Arendt casually rolled his shoulders and spoke indifferently.

“That’s right. How about blending in with them and pretending to be one of their comrades? With your face, senior, I think you could pull it off.”

“Do you seriously have a death wish? I might just cut you down along with those bastards.”

“If you can, try it. Who was it that kept crying when he thought I was going to die?”

“This bastard really…!”

Arthur’s face turned bright red as Arendt shrugged.

But before he could vent his frustration, Richt grabbed the two of them and pulled them apart.

“Please don’t argue unnecessarily. It’s annoying.”

“I was just telling the truth.”

“That bastard has such a rude mouth!”

With the scruff of his neck grabbed, Arendt replied sulkily, and Arthur also voiced his complaints.

Richt didn’t bother to hold back his rising sigh.

Even if Arendt was originally like that, what about the other guys who were becoming more and more like him day by day?

They were the ones who didn’t realize that they themselves were being influenced by Arendt.

It was Laius who sorted out the situation.

“Concentrate on the battle. Save the bickering for later.”

“Ugh, you’re so old-fashioned.”

Despite his grumbling, Arendt didn’t pick any more fights with Arthur.

Zakar, who was watching them bickering, added a word.

“You seem far from being old-fashioned. Just because Sir Arendt made one suggestion, you came all the way here without even reporting to Her Highness.”

“There were more enemies than we had expected and there are quite a few that are difficult to deal with with arrows.”

Laius replied calmly, but with a hint of embarrassment, as if making an excuse.

“Well, in times like this, it’s better to take the initiative.”

Arendt smiled faintly and smoothly drew his sword.

“Let’s make it a fun spectacle for the people watching up there.”

“This bastard has lost his mind again.”

Rider grumbled.

But no one complained anymore.

“Leave the weak ones to the archers, and focus on dealing with the ones that are hard to take down in one shot with a bow. Don’t go too deep. It’s dangerous if you get surrounded.”

“Yes!”

The knights responded loudly to Laius’ command.

It was the sound that announced the start of the battle.

At the same time, the knights charged toward the enemies.

“Stop it! Don’t let them get any closer!”

One of the enemy commanders shouted. Then several strong entities of bizarre appearance began to advance forward.

“It’s nice that it saves us the trouble of having to go out and look for them.”

Arendt immediately activated the Frosty Touch.

The sword instantly froze white, and frost settled at his feet.

“First, let’s sweep away everything that’s bothering us, and then we’ll cut off the commanders’ heads.”

“Don’t give orders when you’re just an apprentice!”

Before long, Arthur, who had followed right beside him, exploded in irritation, but of course, he was ignored.

The commanders appeared to be superior versions of the ‘Crow’ that had appeared previously.

They would be difficult to deal with in one go.

A giant wolf-shaped ghoul blocked Arendt’s path as he quickly closed the distance.

“Keeeeeek!”

The ghoul, with its half-decayed maw wide open, howled and swung its sharp claws fiercely.

Arendt avoided it by simply ducking.

It was Richt who filled that spot.

!

Richt’s sword and the monster’s sharp claws clashed head-on.

After a brief struggle, he quickly knocked the monster’s front paw away and cut off its neck.

!

In an instant, the huge severed head fell to the floor and rolled around.

But even after losing its head, the bastard didn’t stop.

“Keeeeeek!”

The disembodied head screamed from the floor. The remaining body also began swinging its claws at anything it could find, with blood spurting from the severed sections.

But that outburst didn’t last long.

!

A flaming arrow flying from the wall pierced the flailing torso with precision.

The guy who turned into a fireball in an instant ran wild and fell down after taking only a few steps.

Fire began to spread in all directions around the fallen ghoul.

One of the enemies tried to desperately approach to put out the fire, but he too was pierced in the head by a fire arrow.

“Keeeeeek! Keeeeeek!”

Richt glanced at the enemy running wild while on fire and looked back.

The elven archers were momentarily taken aback by the sudden intrusion of the Imperial Knights, but they were once again nocking arrows onto their bows one by one.

The Royal Knights also seemed somewhat hesitant about having allies mixed in, but they were all faithful to their missions.

It wasn’t hard for Richt to guess who had been encouraging the hesitant archers.

‘Prince Llewellyn has stepped forward.’

Richt burst into laughter and focused again on the enemies in front of him.

Arthur and Arendt were already far ahead.

He couldn’t fall behind his inexperienced juniors.

“There is no fool among the knights of the Caerleon Empire who would die from friendly arrows. So shoot with confidence!”

Llewellyn shouted at the top of his lungs and picked up a bow and arrow himself.

Isabella asked in surprise.

“Do you know how to shoot an arrow?”

“I learned a little from the elves while staying in the Caerleon Empire… but it seems I wasn’t very talented.”

Llewellyn chuckled and grabbed his bow.

“So I guess I’ll just leave it to luck.”

“Yes?”

“I’m joking.”

A strong wind began to blow around him. It was the power of the artifact.

Llewellyn pulled the bowstring taut.

“If you hit it no matter how you shoot, it should be fine, right?”

“No, wait! It’s too dangerous…”

Isabella tried to quickly stop him, but Llewellyn had already released the bowstring.

A strong gust of wind ruffled Isabella’s hair.

!

An arrow that flew with a bright blue flash pierced the head of the orc that was aiming for Arendt’s back.

“…”

Isabella was momentarily speechless.

It was no wonder, since Llewellyn’s arrows were faster and more powerful than the arrows fired by the elven archers right next to him.

It wasn’t a skill that could be demonstrated with just having learned a little.

“I told you I’d show you something fun, right?”

“Is that… the power of the artifact?”

Isabella, who had been staring blankly, barely managed to ask, and Llewellyn answered simply.

“Isn’t it pretty useful? Since you can control the direction of the arrow with the artifact, you can increase the destructive power while also increasing the accuracy. It also uses much less magic power.”

“…”

She was amazed and didn’t even have time to answer.

Llewellyn picked up another arrow and aimed for his next target.

Once again, a gentle breeze began to blow around him, and soon the power of the strong wind concentrated on the arrow he was holding.

!

The arrow flew in an arc and hit the ghoul again.

With a bang, the orc ghoul’s head was shattered.

“Kueeeeek!”

But the ghoul did not fall.

The ghoul staggered for a moment, then quickly regained its balance and began to charge at Arendt again.

“Ugh!”

But there were no major problems.

Arendt, who had defeated the last enemy, spun around and delivered the final blow.

!

The ghoul, whose upper body was neatly cut off, was swallowed by white frost in the blink of an eye.

Unable to withstand the extreme cold, the ghoul’s body cracked and soon the ghoul turned into silver frost and scattered into the air.

“…”

Arendt, who had turned away without any hesitation, began to deal with the other enemies.

Isabella looked blankly down at the battlefield as Llewellyn continued to fire arrows.

“Hah…”

It was such an absurd sight that she burst out laughing.

Wherever his steps took him, pure white frost bloomed like flowers.

In the places where his sword swung, the enemies were frozen in the same position they had been screaming in.

Arendt’s flowing movements were confident and flamboyant, as if he wanted to put on a show, but at the same time, they were fiercely efficient.

Just like the sword dance that an obsessive artist has painstakingly created.

‘That’s ridiculous.’

Laius also caught her eye.

As if he was afraid of falling behind his subordinates, he was at the forefront of the charge, digging into the enemy lines.

It is said that the Holy Sword exerts its ultimate power when combined with the power of the divine.

But Laius was fighting the battle with only his own strength.

‘Does that mean we don’t need God’s grace to fight this kind of enemy?’

Enemies who touched Laius’ sword were instantly torn to pieces.

Laius swung his sword without hesitation, getting splashed with chunks of flesh and blood.

With each flash of his sword, enemies were slaughtered, and black and red blood stained the land around Laius.

The fearless ghouls and chimeras continued to surge forward, but they were reduced to pieces of flesh as soon as they set foot in the red territory created by him.

“Oh my god…”

The Knights were all naturally working together as if they were one body. Among them, Zakar also intervened at the right time and naturally blended into the battlefield.

The sight of him slashing at his enemies with great courage was quite exciting.

“Who can replace them?”

Isabella muttered absentmindedly.

The knights showed no sign of being shaken by the sudden hail of arrows pouring down from above their heads.

They looked like the embodiment of battle, focusing only on the enemy in front of them without even looking at where the arrows had come from.

‘Does that mean that in order to fight monsters, you have to become a monster yourself?’

Llewellyn chuckled when he heard her voice.

“There’s no need to take their place. It’s just that they chose to be there. We just need to do what we can.”

Llewellyn pulled the bowstring taut again.

“Just to grab the nape of the neck of a guy who doesn’t know moderation, once in a while.”

Llewellyn, having carefully aimed at the target, shot the arrow.

The arrow that flew through the wind accurately pierced the heart of the ghoul that was aiming for Arendt.

While the ghoul was staggering, Arthur rushed in right next to him and completely ended its life.

Isabella nodded slowly, watching the scene quietly.

“…Okay.”

She remembered the apprentice’s words,

Perhaps what Llewellyn just said wasn’t much different from that.

“Uh?”

After being lost in thought for a while, she suddenly noticed something strange in the enemy camp.

Ghouls that were quite far away from the front line, near the castle walls, began to move in unison.

“Your Highness, look over there!”

Isabella grabbed Llewellyn’s shoulder as he was about to fire a new arrow.

Llewellyn, lifting his head, also noticed the scene she had seen.

“That’s…”

The ghouls that had been standing in a row were retreating, creating space. Content orıginally comes from novelhall.com

In the small clearing that had been created, the humanoid figure that had been hiding in the back was drawing something on the ground with its own blood.

Llewellyn soon realized what it was.

“Isn’t that a summoning circle?”

He spoke in a distant voice after confirming the slowly forming shape of the magic circle.

The enemies were planning to unleash a real monster, a homunculus, onto the battlefield.