Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 100: Dont drink bad water

At the same time that Arendt’s sword was pulled out smoothly, Warren also transformed his body.Kwaaang!

The two men’s blows were easily blocked by Blake’s longsword.

He didn’t seem at all overwhelmed, even though he was enduring the might of both the werewolf and the knight. Dıscover more novels at novelhall.com

“You’re using petty tricks.”

“Why? Wasn’t that something you half expected from the beginning?”

Arendt chuckled, but there was no time to relax for long, as Blake swung his sword with great force and struck Warren and Arendt with force.

Arendt, who stepped back rather than holding on, glanced at Warren.

“Did you find the wrong person to bite? You said you were going to kill me.”

“Can you please shut your mouth?”

Warren, growling annoyed, lunged at Blake again. This time, Blake easily parried his angry claws.

The battle between the two was quite intense.

Warren transformed into a wolf in an instant, howling and baring his sharp teeth.

“Rebecca seemed to trust you quite a bit, but that’s too bad. You can turn back now.”

Where did such strength come from in those long, slender arms? Blake remained calm throughout his confrontation with Warren.

Warren’s eyes were filled with intense hatred.

“You believe that? I was probably just another collectible that was easy to use.”

“Is it that important?”

A distinctively sinister voice was heard from beyond the mask, and then, Kwaaang! A strong force exploded and threw Warren away. Although momentarily flustered by the unexpected situation, Warren quickly came to his senses and warded off the attack flying towards his chest.

The two clashed head-on, and a strong gust of wind swept through the surroundings. Warren’s arm, which was blocking Blake’s sword with his claws, began to tremble slightly.

It meant that enough pressure was being applied that was difficult for even the werewolf’s strong muscles to withstand.

“It probably wasn’t a bad thing for you either. Your family survived, and as one of Rebecca’s confidants, you enjoyed a wealthy life.”

“I did. I still regret it every moment.”

Maybe there was another way.

He decided to cooperate with the knights because the safety of his family was of the utmost importance, but from the moment Arendt entered the castle, there were clearly other options available.

If he told Rebecca about their plans.

If Arendt, who was wasting time by playing tug-of-war with Rebecca, had actually pointed out that he would never turn his back on the knights, the outcome would certainly have been different.

But Warren didn’t do that.

“I don’t think I’ll take back my decision.”

“Yeah. Everything was good, but the alcohol didn’t taste that good!”

Warren, with a twisted smile, raised one arm and struck Blake with force, but the attack was blocked by an invisible shield.

Kwaaang!

The surrounding air shook with a noise like a solid wall being struck.

As Blake swung his sword, Warren’s large body was knocked away.

Arendt blocked Blake’s path as he flew towards him, rolling on the floor.

Kaaaaang!

A harsh sound erupted as swords clashed with each other.

Even a werewolf could not fully withstand his overwhelming power, so Arendt chose to let the sword fall to the side.

Even that was so much pressure that he couldn’t help but groan as if he was being crushed by gravity.

Arendt twisted his body and immediately attacked Blake’s head, but this time, too, before Arendt’s sword could reach the enemy’s body, it was blocked by something and bounced off.

Phew!

The air where there was nothing exploded, blowing Arendt’s body away.

“…!”

Warren barely managed to stretch out his arm and grab the back of Arendt’s collar, throwing him to the other side. Thanks to this, Arendt was able to avoid a head-on collision with the wall, but the shock of being thrown onto the cold floor was not small.

Warren stood before Arendt, who was rolling on the floor and coughing dryly.

“Stay still, you’re disturbing me.”

“…This is funny.”

Despite his staggering, Arendt somehow managed to get up.

“Can you handle it by yourself? If it weren’t for me, you would have died earlier.”

“Your twig-like body is of little help.”

“Who was it that got beaten up so badly by this twig-like guy and thrown in jail?”

“I should have just ripped your mouth off from the beginning.”

“Yeah, frozen wolf.”

After a bloody conversation that was clearly not friendly, Warren took the lead.

Using his arms as forelegs, he pounded the ground and tangled himself with Blake, but this time, his attack was blocked just as the enemy approached.

Once again the flow of air changed subtly.

Blake seemed to have free control over air pressure, which would explain his incredible strength that allowed him to withstand the power of a werewolf.

It was an ability that did not appear in the novel.

Who would have thought that the price of receiving the Frosty Touch would come back to Arendt like this.

He saw Warren, who was blocked in midair, barely land on the ground.

‘This is a scam.’

They couldn’t even touch his body, let alone gain a valid hit.

Blake was dealing with Warren, who had given even Laius a hard time in the novel, without needing to catch his breath.

If they couldn’t figure out a strategy, it seemed like the situation would be the same even if Laius joined.

The artifacts all possessed incredible powers, but they all had certain limitations.

He had to find that weakness.

Arendt focused on Warren’s struggles, or more precisely, the point where his attacks were blocked.

‘Is the scope limited?’

He had no choice but to try it.

Arendt, with his mind made up, gripped his sword tightly and stepped between Warren and Blake.

Kwaaaaang!

Swords clashed, and a wind pressure strong enough to make hair stand on end swept through the surroundings.

For a moment, Arendt almost lost his mind due to the pressure on his entire body, but he gritted his teeth and endured.

Screech, screech.

The swords clanged against each other, making an unpleasant sound. Arendt, unable to fully withstand his opponent’s strength, began to be pushed back one step at a time, then two.

His arms were shaking. The wound that was almost completely healed began to burst open and stain his shoulder red.

“You don’t seem to have a great sense of mission, and you seem quite used to finding a way to survive by selling out others.”

The voice that was being spoken was still dry and indifferent, but the doubts contained within it were not hidden.

“Why on earth are you doing this? If you had just stayed quiet, you could have at least saved your life. Do you really think you can beat me?”

There was still no expression on the pure white mask covering Blake’s face.

Arendt gritted his teeth and tried to push back the strike, but Blake didn’t even budge an inch. However, that was only for a moment, as the masked man sensed an attack rushing in from behind.

It was Warren.

The werewolf howled ferociously and rushed at his enemy with his whole body, trying to bite the nape of his neck.

Blake twisted his body forcibly, blasting away Arendt, who had been confronting him, and turned to Warren.

Bang!

After Arendt fell, Warren took over and clashed with the sword. His sharp teeth clashed with the blade.

He clenched his jaw with all his might and grabbed the sword with both hands.

“…!”

The blade dug into his palm, piercing through the thick leather. Hot blood spurted everywhere, but Warren did not let go of his hand.

Meanwhile, Arendt, who had been pulling himself together again, kicked the ground.

Blake noticed the movement and tried to move, but the sword firmly stuck in Warren’s palm did not move. Arendt, who did not miss the gap, dug in between the two and swung the sword.

Blake clicked his tongue nervously and responded by kicking Warren hard in the chest.

The moment Warren fell, Arendt’s sword drew a sharp trajectory, engraving a vivid gold line on the pure white mask.

Katak,

The lower part of the mask fell off, revealing Blake’s chin.

He also seemed not to have anticipated this situation, and froze for a moment with his mouth slightly ajar.

Arendt smiled, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

“Aha, it seems like you need to keep a safe distance when using the artifact? I see that it won’t activate if you’re too close.”

The pale chin was revealed under the mask and his teeth were clenched fiercely.

“Why are you asking me the reasons I’m doing this? What else could the reason be? I do it because I have to.”

Arendt sat up unsteadily and smiled bitterly.

He was just being faithful to the role he was given when he was dropped into this fucking world.

“How can a person live doing only what he wants? Doesn’t your god even teach you that?”

“You said you did it because you wanted to, you crazy bastard…”

Warren, who was staggering, tackled him.

Putting aside all the fuss, he definitely seemed to have a knack for provocation.

Blake, who had been maintaining his composure, eventually clenched his teeth and couldn’t hide his anger.

“On the subject of the seeds of dirty light…”

“These pseudo-rebels sure do have a lot to say.”

Arendt spat out the blood that had gushed out onto the floor and grabbed his sword again.

“You can’t even control your facial expressions properly if you don’t wear that ridiculous mask? Today, you’ll die, you pervert masked bastard.”

Arendt’s palms were split open and blood was gushing out, and his face was pale as if he would collapse at any moment. However, his eyes still held the same smirk as before.

“I’ll send you to Vincent, so just wait. You can reminisce together that you’ve both been defeated by not a captain, but a mere apprentice knight..”

“…You will die by my hands today.”

Beneath the broken mask, Blake’s face was distorted with rage.

Kwaaaaang!

A fierce storm began to rage around him.

As if his footsteps had slowed down a bit, his new figure suddenly disappeared. The next moment, Blake appeared right in front of Arendt.

“…!”

Kaaaaang!

Blake’s fierce attack met the sword that was raised reflexively.

He kept pushing Arendt, each blow too strong to handle.

Arendt, who had barely managed to throw a few punches, managed to block a sword strike aimed at his neck, but was unable to overcome the force and fell.

As Blake was about to finish him, Warren rushed in from behind.

“These guys are worse than those idiots!”

Blake, holding the sword in one hand, reached out toward the werewolf.

Kwaaaaang!

A powerful explosion from the air hit Warren head-on.

Warren was thrown backwards, spun around in the air, kicked off the ground, and charged again.

Blake, who had rushed to respond, unconsciously turned his head at the sudden rush of people right beside him.

Arendt, who was far away a moment ago, ran up close and swung his sword sharply and quickly.

“…?!”

Kaaang!

Blake, who had blocked the attack, was astonished.

‘Mimicry?’

That was the exact same attack movement he had made.

In this urgent situation, in his split second.

Was it possible to exactly replicate an attack that an enemy had launched?

For a moment he was confused, and only a beat later did he realize that Warren was closing in on him.

After kicking Arendt away, Blake ducked quickly, but was unable to avoid Warren’s claws ripping his shoulder.

Thud.

Bright red blood fell to the floor.

As if he had seen an unbelievable sight, Blake stared blankly at the scar and blood on his shoulder.

The face revealed beneath the mask was horribly distorted, but that wasn’t the end.

“Hey, what are these kids?!”

“Subdue them all!”

Suddenly, a strange shout was heard from beneath the castle. Following the screams of the terrified mercenaries, someone’s shout shook the night sky.

“Wow!”

“In the name of the god Luce, eliminate them all and leave no one behind!”

Blake realized something was wrong.

He raised his head hurriedly and met Arendt’s eyes, who was barely able to raise himself up with his trembling arms.

“Look… well, you bastard.”

With a blatant laugh, Arendt pointed over Blake’s shoulder.

At the same time.

Kuung!

Blake felt the heavy thud of something landing on the floor behind him.

“The best swordsman in the world has arrived.”

Now that the play had reached its climax, it was finally time for the main character to appear.