Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 115

When Arthur hurried after him, Arendt was already confronting a man.When he faced the pure white mask, the name Blake, the man that Laius did not chase after, came to mind.

“Arendt von Eckhart.”

A sinister voice echoed through the basement, full of raw anger.

“You die here today.”

“Oh, huh.”

It was a bone-chilling declaration, but Arendt just laughed it off.

“You probably know best what happened to the person who said that to me.”

Behind Blake, a dark staircase appeared. Down there, the power source that was probably powering the dragon was located.

There was no need for a long chat.

The moment Arendt grabbed his sword and activated the artifact, Blake also moved.

Kwaaang!

The swords of the two people rushing towards each other clashed violently.

The cold and compressed air collided and shook the space. Arendt’s sword covered in pure white ice pushed away Blake’s magic power, and the two began to fight on equal terms.

“Was that all? Or did you already exhaust yourself from moving that huge reptile corpse?”

“…”

Heavy breathing was heard from under the mask.

Blake strongly infused the artifact’s magic into the sword. The air exploded where the swords met.

Arendt pulled away at the perfect moment and spun around to thrust his sword straight into Blake’s back. However, Blake was not easily defeated.

Blake turned around, holding the hilt of his sword with one hand, and deflected Arendt’s sword.

When Arendt stepped back, unable to withstand the force, Blake took advantage of the opportunity to straighten his stance and swing his sword straight at him.

But.

Kaang!

It was parried.

Arthur had intervened in the battlefield without anyone noticing.

Blake couldn’t help but contort his face as he faced the young knight’s indifferent face.

“Do not disturb us!”

Kuaang!

A powerful explosion swept through the surrounding area.

Stones fell from the floor and the ground shook. The sound of the dragon stamping its feet just above could be heard.

Arthur jumped back and landed next to Arendt.

“If you’re going to jump out, please tell me in advance.”

“It’s my decision. Why did you follow me? You should be beating up a lizard up there.”

“I wouldn’t have come if it weren’t for the captain’s orders. If I didn’t come, you’re going to die here alone or something.”

Arendt glanced at him grumbling bluntly and the corners of his mouth curved.

“Well, I think Captain and Senior Richt are more suited to be dragon hunters.”

“Yes.”

Arthur also chuckled.

Both men rushed towards Blake at the same time.

Even when attacking with a werewolf, Blake was a strong opponent who was difficult to deal with. Naturally, he could not be defeated easily. Even in a 2 vs. 1 situation, Arendt and Arthur were the ones who suffered the wounds after several attacks and defenses.

But Blake wasn’t completely fine either. As the time spent exchanging swords grew longer, more and more scratches appeared on his body.

Moreover, the coldness that was seeping into the scars left by the Frosty Touch was slowly dulling his body. The sword that suddenly stabbed him in the neck contained a coldness that no one could dare approach.

The golden eyes of the young apprentice knight were equally cold. Even in the moment of attack and defense, where both sides were fighting for their lives, he showed not even an inch of wavering.

‘Is this a body fit for the owner of Frosty Touch?’

He couldn’t believe that the little boy had such composure.

Blake gritted his teeth beneath his mask.

“You will not be forgiven even after death. Rot and rot until not a drop of blood remains!”

With a curse filled with resentment, the flow of air suddenly changed. A strong energy swept through the surroundings and rushed towards the two knights.

Blake, kicking the ground, ran straight towards Arendt.

“…!”

For a moment, it was as if he had gone deaf, and he couldn’t hear anything.

And a moment later, the two swords clashed in the air, creating a huge explosion.

Kwaaaaang!

Arendt, who was completely exposed to the bursting air pressure, was thrown out and landed in the rubble of the ruins.

Through the thick cloud of dust, Blake charged towards him, who was unable to get up.

But Arthur blocked his way.

“Shit!”

He couldn’t say anything other than swears.

The sight of Blake right in front of him was utterly miserable.

Through the torn clothes, a large, freshly made wound was seen gushing blood. The mask that had covered his face was broken again and barely functioning.

His hair was scattered in a mess, and his hands and arms that had just received the blast were practically crushed.

A pale face and eyes filled with burning hatred turned towards Arthur.

“You will die here too.”

There was a battle going on below, and ominous noises erupted from time to time.

But Laius was only focused on the monster before him.

They were both already a mess.

Black blood flowed from the leg that had been bitten by the bastard, as if it had become infected. Richt continued the fight by forcibly setting the broken bones of his arm back together.

On the other hand, the dragon, who couldn’t even feel pain, still showed no signs of weakening even though it looked more damaged than before.

“Sir, are you okay?”

“Yes.”

Laius answered calmly, then stepped back and looked up at the dragon.

“Richt.”

“Yes, sir.”

“The head and heart. Even though it is a ghoul, its weaknesses will be the same.”

Laius answered calmly, shaking off the sword that was clinging to his blood.

“Just a moment, please. Block his head.”

“Yes?”

Before Richt could even question the sudden words, Laius was already kicking the ground towards the dragon again.

“Captain! Ugh!”

Richt had been calling the captain without realizing it, but he didn’t have much time to relax either. The dragon had opened its mouth wide to face Laius.

In the end, Richt had no choice but to raise his sword and restrain the dragon’s head.

As expected, it was indeed the strongest creature, as even a sword attack by a knight like Richt only left scratches on its bones.

By making a large cut with his sword across the exposed jawbone, Richt drew the dragon’s attention to himself. Not missing the opportunity, Laius leaped up towards the torso.

His target was the flank with the ribs clearly visible.

Unlike the bones, the half-rotten skin cracked and split when touched by the black air.

Laius gripped his sword tightly and jumped into the dragon’s body.

For a moment, a stench, a rotten smell, and an ominous magical power rushed in, enough to make one dizzy. Just approaching the inside caused an internal injury, and blood poured out of the mouth, but Laius thrust his sword into the rotten flesh and raised himself up.

In the thick darkness, a faintly glowing mass of magical power was visible.

It was the magic surrounding a heart that had already stopped.

He took a step towards it. The sticky blood clung to his leg like mud.

Laius, who had barely managed to reach the heart by forcing himself to walk, swung his sword sharply.

But.

Clang!

The magical power surrounding it as if trying to protect its heart repelled the sword.

Laius hesitated and stepped back, then bit his lip.

“Please accept the poor body that has gone out of the flow.”

A small prayer escaped his lips.

The sword, which had already become as dirty as it could be, was imbued with a clear sword energy, the Shadow of the Strong was activated, and the power of the artifact was once again applied to it.

“May Lord Luce receive it with mercy.”

Laius raised his sword sharply and cut the heart with a great blow once more.

Screech.

The sword slashed horizontally, slicing through the heart and surrounding flesh all at once.

And after a while.

A dazzling light entered his vision, which had been filled with darkness.

“Captain!”

Richt, sensing an ominous aura, quickly distanced himself and shouted.

At the same time, Laius, who had suddenly come to his senses, quickly escaped through the gap.

“Keeeeeeeek!”

The thing that was once a dragon screamed through its already parched throat, and the magical power that had been tightly gathered around its heart burst out all at once.

Kwaaaaang!

The dragon’s massive body began to disintegrate as the black and red magic of the dead man drained away.

The dragon, which was running wild in its final struggle, rushed towards Richt and Laius as if it wanted revenge.

But, that was not meant to be.

As if it were a lie, the bastard’s movements stopped in an instant… and it collapsed on the spot.

Its massive body collapsed, and a heavy impact hit the ground. The flesh and leather that had already lost their function began to melt away, releasing a strong stench.

Soon, all that remained at the scene were the dragon’s bones lying in the rotting black water.

“…”

Richt and Laius, who had been blankly staring at the sight, lost the strength in their legs and collapsed on the spot.

What Blake did was close to suicide.

If the caster was like this, it seemed safe to assume that Arendt, who was the target, was dead.

His blood ran cold.

The hand that held Blake’s sword began to tremble. A panicked cry burst from Arthur’s mouth.

“Arendt. Arendt, hey! Are you really dead?”

“…Ah, shit.”

At that moment, raw swearing was heard from behind.

As Arendt moved his body, all kinds of debris that had been stuck to him came crashing down.

It felt like there wasn’t a single place that was untouched. Even by just taking a deep breath, he was overcome by a pain that made his vision go blank.

“I almost died.”

Still, now he had to move, because his role wasn’t over yet.

Arendt roughly brushed away the hair that was clinging to his face and covered in blood, and slowly got up, still holding onto the sword.

“Tsk tsk. This guy is a real rare madman.”

Every time he spit, blood spurted out between his lips.

“Are you alive?”

“Then do you think I’m dead?”

Only then was Arthur able to let out a brief sigh of relief at the reply that came back laden with irritation.

For the first time, annoyance and anger were etched into his golden eyes, which had been cold the entire time he had been dealing with Blake.

His footsteps that had been staggering for a moment soon regained their balance.

Every time he moved, drops of blood fell and turned into bright red ice as soon as they hit the floor.

“You’re persistent.”

Blake, who had just struck Arthur down, turned to face Arendt, but the next moment, he stumbled as a hand pulled him violently towards him.

Arthur rushed at him as if he were a leopard. Throwing away his sword, Arthur wrapped his forearm around Blake’s neck.

“Where are you going?”

“…!”

Blake immediately tried to shake off Arthur’s hand, but Arthur did not move even as he was stabbed and cut with the sword.

“This…!”

Meanwhile, Arendt was slowly approaching Blake with his sword.

Phew.

Eventually, Blake’s sword stabbed deep into his side, but Arthur just gritted his teeth and did not relax his grip.

Arendt, who had finally reached near him, raised his sword.

Cold eyes looked up at Blake calmly.

“Even if you die, you will not be forgiven. You should rot and rot until not even blood remains.”

At the end of the curse that was returned in its entirety, Arendt added with a slight raise in his lips.

“Go meet that Vincent guy who left first and talk shit about me.”

That was the end.

Crunch!

The sword, which had blossomed as white as a frost flower, cut down Blake.