Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 233

“…”The small temple was completely consumed by the huge mass of flesh.

Blood vessels stretched out from the skin, tangled with red muscles, which covered the temple as if it was going to swallow it up.

There was a pulsating sound of something beneath the hot flesh where the red clump of blood had gathered.

The birthplace of the ghouls that attacked civilians.

Arthur groaned as he saw the thing writhing in a horrible manner.

“…That’s right, no matter how many people there are, you can’t ask them to handle something like that.”

“That guy Wigens didn’t seem too pleased with it either.”

Arendt nodded briefly.

The monster, which looked like a piece of crushed meat, was a new work that Jiklin had recently introduced to the world.

A wolf-shaped ghoul was being born from the skin of the writhing creature.

Next to the wolf crawling out, tearing at the flesh of the mother with its pointed snout, there was also a human figure with almost half of its upper body removed.

Wigens seemed to think that ghouls were pitiful beings who could not die and were corpses dug out of their graves, but in reality, that was not the case.

The lump itself had neither intelligence nor aggression.

But the fact that ghouls were born from that horrible lump alone was enough to earn it the title of ‘miracle soldier’ ​​that Jin was so proud of.

Richt said calmly.

“Count Stadler asked me to bring him some of that thing’s epidermal tissue.”

“His stomach must be strong.”

Arendt approached the creature calmly, responding with a weary face.

Arthur gave a short warning.

“Be careful.”

“I know. Anyway, stop nagging.”

The closer he got, the worse the stench became.

The small temple that had been completely devoured was so oxidized by the creature’s poison that it looked like it would shatter if struck even slightly.

Arendt activated the Frosty Touch.

The cold, which had now become quite familiar, swept over his whole body.

Wherever he took a step, a sheet of pure white ice settled.

Like other ghouls, it constantly regenerated unless it froze or burned.

Moreover, if you made a wound carelessly, ghouls would pour out through the gap, so you had to move carefully.

That meant that the only person who could deal with that creature without causing more damage was Arendt, who had the Frosty Touch.

Arendt stopped just a few steps away from the squirming monster and reached out his hand.

“…?”

He felt something unusual. The most update n0vels are published on N0v3l.Fiɾe.net

A lump of bright red muscle had moved a few seconds before Arendt’s hand touched it.

He stopped moving reflexively.

At that moment, the bastard’s skin suddenly split open, revealing large eyeballs.

Before his mind could even register it, his body moved first.

As soon as Arendt reflexively stepped back, a thick arm suddenly shot up next to its eyeball.

A heavy blow struck the spot where Arendt had just been standing.

!

Thick arms, not even properly covered with skin, dug into the hard ground, spewing out thick dust.

Only then was Arendt able to see with his own eyes the true nature of the attack the creature had swung.

The arms that grew in an instant had joints just like a human’s, and the hands had five fingers.

Slowly, the arm was withdrawn and the stone fragments that had been stuck to the skin tissue fell off with a thud.

Arendt muttered in a voice of horror at the horrifying sight.

“Whoa…”

If he had reacted just three seconds later, he would have been turned to dust.

But there was no time to relax.

In an instant, another arm shot up and attacked.

“…!”

As soon as Arendt pulled back, Richt, who had come running, stepped in to take over.

!

The giant arm that had lost its target was cut down by Richt’s sword aura.

The other arm flew towards Richt, but was stopped by Arthur.

As Arthur made a strong strike, he didn’t miss the moment when his opponent’s arm lost direction and swiftly delivered a powerful cut.

The two severely damaged arms were instantly reattached to the main body, as if a snake were slithering away.

Its giant eyes moved silently, staring intently at the knights.

Arthur muttered a curse.

“This is insane. Is it changing again?”

“I guess we should let the people who went to the other side know too.”

Richt, who stepped back and joined the two, said the same thing.

The creature seemed to be looking for an enemy, its big eyes rolling around.

They were ready to respond immediately if the enemy approached.

“Those eyes, don’t they look familiar?”

Arthur frowned slightly at Arendt’s sudden remark.

“It seems similar to the homunculus that Jiklin was making.”

“It would be better for it to be a similar test subject…”

Richt, who had been muttering absentmindedly, suddenly closed his mouth.

Arthur also paused.

As if to prove that their guess was not wrong, Arendt said nonchalantly.

“That damn brat might have finally succeeded in creating something resembling a spirit stone.”

“…That’s really big news,” Arthur grumbled.

Whatever it was, they would have to kill it to find out.

The three naturally assumed a fighting stance.

And then, without even exchanging a signal, they kicked the ground and ran towards the creature.

The parasite that took root in the temple of the god Luce quickly sensed the approaching enemies and responded immediately.

Several giant arms resembling human ones simultaneously stretched out and attacked the knights.

A huge fist was thrust into the spot where the apprentice knight had just been.

Kwaaang!

The ground shook loudly again.

Arendt jumped lightly and landed on its arm.

The moment his feet touched it, a white layer of frost settled on its thick, massive arm.

Arendt quickly approached the main body rooted in the temple, using the bastard’s body as a stepping stone.

The gaze of its large eyes was fixed on Arendt, who had come closest.

It was natural that attacks would be focused on him.

However, while Arendt was drawing attention, Richt and Arthur, who had also come close, immediately deflected away the arms flying towards Arendt.

“Arthur, it’s on the left!”

“I know!”

!

At Richt’s command, Arthur twisted his body and cut off the entire arm extending from the left.

.

The arm, which fell to the floor with a heavy sound, was quickly absorbed into the main body just like before.

Two other ghouls, growing on the side of the main body, began to thrash and howl in desperation.

The growth rate accelerated in response to the combat situation.

“Keeeeeek! Kreuk!”

In particular, the wolf-shaped ghoul looked ready to tear through its skin and leap out at any moment.

But just before they could see the light of day, Richt’s sword energy flew in.

The ghouls that were not yet completed were torn to pieces without even being able to scream.

But, just like the arm that fell off earlier, they gathered together again and returned to the main body.

Richt’s eyebrows twitched at the sight.

“Those disgusting guys.”

Those that had been cut once and returned to the main body were transforming into ghouls at a faster rate than the other parts.

If they delayed any longer, the ghouls would pour out again.

“Hurry up!”

Richt shouted as he blocked another incoming attack.

No answer came back.

Before he knew it, Arendt had trampled on the main body and reached the roof of the temple.

With a light movement, Arendt landed on the roof and drew up his magic power forcefully.

“…!”

Richt and Arthur, sensing this, quickly distanced themselves.

Almost simultaneously, Arendt’s sword tore through the squirming, red mass of flesh.

.

With a chilling sound, the magic stone adorned on the sword quickly lost its light.

Instead, from the place where the sword was deeply embedded, the ghouls’ mother body began to slowly be consumed by pure white ice.

“Ugh, ugh!”

“Kaaaah! Kaaaah!”

A scream burst out of the mouth of the newly growing ghoul, as if it was venting the pain of its main body.

However, the Frosty Touch, with the power of the magic stone added to it, was merciless.

The chill that started from the top of the temple spread in an instant, eventually swallowing even the ghouls that had been howling in pain.

By the time the chill of midwinter had reached Arthur and Richt, the once blood-red skin, resembling a mass of flesh, was nowhere to be seen.

The creature, frozen white as it embraced the temple, looked like a massive snow-covered mountain.

Arendt, who had granted a quiet death to the terrible creation, slid down to the ground.

“…Huff.”

White breath rose from the corner of his mouth as he landed lightly.

The two seniors approached Arendt, who took a moment to catch his breath and straighten up.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m not okay. Tsk, it really sucks up a lot of magic power.”

In response to Arthur’s blunt question, Arendt casually raised his sword.

It was clear that the magic stone that had been replaced a few days ago had completely lost its shine.

It was quite dizzying to think that he could subdue it only after drawing out the magical power of the high-grade magic stone at once.

If it hadn’t been Arendt who went to this place, it would have been quite a difficult situation.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

After giving a brief compliment, Richt looked up at their completely frozen enemy.

Perhaps because it was bathed in moonlight, the surface covered in ice was sparkling dimly.

“A miracle soldier…”

He hated to admit it, but it was a really great name.

Clearly, the ghouls that were first discovered were in a state where only hot blood and flesh remained.

However, the ghouls created by these ‘miracle soldier’ ​​entities felt fear and still had some instincts, however faint.

Arthur also groaned, as if he was thinking the same thing.

“I guess she really is an unbelievable genius.”

Arendt glanced at them with darkened expressions and said expressionlessly.

“Let’s hurry up and clean up. If there are any remaining ghouls, we have to go back and take care of them. What are we going to do if the whole field gets burned down?”

“Aren’t you the one who started the fire?”

Arthur immediately shot back with an irritated retort.

Arendt shrugged.

“Who was the one who went along with it? Anyway, move quickly. We still need to recover the core.”

“Everything’s fine, but why the orders?”

“I just used up all my energy.”

Arendt replied shamelessly, his face showing no sign of fatigue.

Arthur and Richt’s expressions became dull.

They knew very well how much magic and stamina it took to operate an artifact.

But when he spoke so casually, they couldn’t help but feel like they were being deceived.

That said, there was no way to know if this guy, who was good at controlling his facial expressions, was really tired or if he was just lying when he was fine.

In the end, Arthur had no choice but to grip his sword.

“…What a lethal guy.”

Arendt, looking thoroughly annoyed, stared at the backs of the two people approaching the already dead corpse.

At first glance, his face looked as indifferent as usual, but his eyes were somewhat sunken.

“This is really troublesome.”

A small sigh, filled with a hint of lament, escaped as he muttered to himself.

This ridiculous world was gradually becoming different from the one in the “Blue Knight of the Holy Sword”.

The appearance of a strange monster that wasn’t in the original work may also have been a result of Jin being able to become more active after Vincent’s death.

‘It’s natural that the flow will change since the script has changed.’

The story continued to flow without stopping, its course twisted.

However, it couldn’t fully escape the shackles of the original work, which was close to being a bleak, desolate tale.

The knight who died before his eyes the night before came to mind.

As more and more people meet tragic deaths, this story inevitably drifts further away from being a comedy.

‘I want to avoid that somehow, but…’

Snap.

With one swing of Arthur’s sword, the monster’s body was completely reduced to dust.

Richt was collecting the flesh of the beast that Arthur had cut off before dealing with it.

Arthur, who was searching through the iceberg, soon found the core of the thing and held it up to Arendt with a smirk.

“Hey, this is perfectly intact!”

“…Seems like that.”

As soon as Arendt said that upon seeing the scene, Arthur’s eyes lit up with a fiery glare.

“You little punk, what did you just say?”

“It’s fortunate that you have good ears despite being dull.”

In response, Arendt shot back with a spiteful reply.

The faint morning sun was rising over the small, partially ruined temple.