Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 283

“Anyway.”Arendt said nonchalantly.

“They seem like kids who have no sense of surprise.”

Behind him, as he shook off his sword covered in pure white frost, the enemy was frozen in the same position he had been attacking in.

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The body, unable to overcome the cold, split open with a bloody sound and soon scattered into fine white powder.

“Are you saying there’s no element of surprise?”

Arthur, who had cut down the enemy coming from the side, kicked the falling corpse and grumbled in annoyance.

“Attacking the Great Temple in the middle of the night isn’t surprising?”

“How is this not a cliché plot? If something like this feels fresh to you, then it just means your thinking is stuck right there.”

Arendt, who had sliced the next enemy in half, responded obnoxiously.

Richt clicked his tongue and knocked away the two flying weapons aimed at them all at once.

“Please, don’t argue unnecessarily, it’s annoying.”

!

A sharp, metallic sound erupted as the sword and dagger clashed.

“And unless you’re seriously out of your mind, it’s only natural not to expect something like this.”

“Are you just calling me crazy?”

Richt responded calmly to Arendt’s grumbling.

“I see you understand.”

“You can just be honest with me. You feel inferior because you have such a talented junior.”

Arendt’s words were drowned out by the shouts of the enemy right next to him.

“You are like the seed of filthy light! How dare you touch the holy relics… !”

He was about to swing his sword at the apprentice knight, but was instantly killed by Richt’s sword.

Richt, who had glanced at the enemy who had fallen, spoke with an annoyed face.

“Your nonsense is getting worse by the day.”

“A proper human being should pursue development in various ways. But why doesn’t your joke-telling skills improve?”

“You, shut up. If you don’t, you might get stabbed by your senior.”

Glenn, who was dealing with the enemy from a distance, couldn’t stand to watch them and offered some advice.

But, as expected, all he got in return was a mean response.

“If you can, give it a try.”

“Ah, that unlucky bastard.”

Rider who was listening to the conversation while fighting frantically grumbled.

The next moment, Rider clicked his tongue as he slew the enemy who was closing in from behind with a single slash.

‘It’s pointless to try to figure out who’s the craziest here.’

Since engaging in such idle talk while fighting the enemy was an act of insanity, no one could criticize Arendt again now.

The current situation was not normal from the beginning.

At first glance, it was a night no different from any other.

The Great Temple suddenly became a battlefield.

Enemies suddenly appeared in the darkness and attacked the Great Temple.

However, what the enemies who entered the quiet temple faced were not powerless priests, but the Third Imperial Knights led by Laius.

The other priests, including High Priest Lumiel, were protected in the imperial palace located quite a distance from here.

‘This is absolutely ridiculous.’

A few days ago, Arendt, who had a long conversation with Lexion in a corner of the training grounds, suddenly insisted that the Great Temple was about to be attacked and that they should prepare for it.

Naturally, the knights couldn’t help but be embarrassed.

But the central figures in the palace were already on Arendt’s side.

Laius, who had been quietly listening to Arendt’s explanation, reported it to Cantares, and the Crown Prince approved the operation without asking any further questions.

In addition, elf instructor Zakar joined the operation without a word, and High Priest Lumiel, who was flustered by the words that the Great Temple must be emptied as quickly as possible, eventually convinced her subordinates.

And things have gotten to this point.

Arendt’s absurd prediction turned out to be exactly right.

‘That freaking bastard.’

The idea that the Great Temple would be attacked may have sounded far-fetched at first, but as always, Arendt’s claims were well-founded.

The artifact they call the Holy Relic was created during the Great War to counter the Holy Sword.

That’s how much the Chernion Cult feared the Holy Sword.

So the logic was that before starting a full-scale war, the enemies would first target the Great Temple where the Holy Sword was located.

Arendt, who even added that when they struck the border between the Lucain Kingdom and the Everan Kingdom out of the blue, they probably intended to disperse the troops within the castle, and didn’t forget to mock the dumbfounded expressions of his seniors.

“Then, after you get your butt kicked by the enemy, you’ll come to your senses.”

…

But even for Arendt, it was impossible to predict exactly when the enemy would move.

In addition, if the priests suddenly left, the enemies might become suspicious, so caution was required.

So, the Third Knights suddenly had to take turns guarding the Great Temple for a while, acting as priests.

Thanks to that, they’ve been very busy the past few days.

They grumbled that if it was nonsense, they would hit Arendt first, but in fact, everyone knew.

‘He may babble, but he’s not the type to say nonsense.’

Rider’s gaze briefly landed on Arendt, who was absorbed in the battle, before quickly shifting away.

Arendt was cutting down his enemies with movements that were free of any unnecessary elements.

Suddenly, he remembered Arendt’s regret at not being able to move the Holy Sword outside.

The Holy Sword could never leave the Great Temple before it was activated.

So they gave up on trying to get the Holy Sword out before the enemy invaded.

“Arthur, Arendt! We’re going inside! Everyone get into position!”

Richt instructed the two men.

Arthur answered after cleanly cutting down the enemy he was confronting.

“Yes!”

Arendt also easily dealt with the enemy who was holding his ankle and joined the two men.

The entrance to the Great Temple was already filled with ghouls and believers of the Chernion Cult.

Half of the Third Knights and the Elf Warriors were fighting the enemies pushing in from the garden.

The beautiful garden of the Great Temple was already a mess with the blood and corpses of the enemies.

As they moved inward, the three had to deal with a never-ending stream of enemies.

Richt clicked his tongue as he slashed at the enemy for who knows how many times.

“These guys are not ghouls, they are humans.”

“They are troops belonging to the Chernion Cult. There will also be battle priests who know how to use divine powers. Lexion told me so.”

Arthur frowned at Arendt’s reply.

“That means, the commander here is not Jin…”

But he didn’t finish his words.

The enemies who had surged in from outside began to slowly surround the three.

“There are so many of them. Where on earth did they come from?”

Even though they had prepared in advance, it was not easy to completely handle their overwhelming numbers.

The eyes of the enemies who were slowly closing in on the surrounding area gleamed menacingly.

Arthur muttered uneasily.

“Why doesn’t it seem like even the guys outside are coming this way?”

“Of course. Arendt is here.”

Richt replied with a hint of annoyance.

Arendt added.

“It seems that even those fools can recognize talented people.”

“This is really frustrating. Can’t we just throw him to those guys?”

“I really want to do that, but I’d get in trouble with the captain.”

Arthur and Richt had a messy conversation.

It was the moment when it became clear that their target was not just the Holy Sword.

Perhaps they were also after the Frosty Touch.

And Arendt’s neck would also be quite a tempting prey.

While they were having a useless conversation, the enemies, armed with their weapons, started rushing at them all at once.

“Kill him!”

“Don’t leave a single one alive!”

All kinds of weapons rushed in, aiming for their necks, accompanied by cries of death.

But the three of them didn’t move an inch.

As the enemies moved, something was captured shining all over the tall buildings of the Great Temple.

!

An arrow flew in from somewhere and pierced the head of a Chernion soldier.

“…!”

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The soldier fell down without offering much resistance.

The cult’s soldiers began to look around hurriedly and soon discovered the elves hiding on the roof of the tall building of the Great Temple.

Suddenly, they came to their senses and shouted at the top of their lungs.

“Those guys first…! !”

However, those words were never completed.

Another flying arrow struck his heart.

The arrowheads glowed eerily in the moonlight, and then, in an instant, countless arrows began to rain down.

“Stop it, stop it!”

“Dodge!”

The panicked soldiers shouted.

But it was not easy to dodge the arrows raining down on them.

The elves’ arrows pierced the enemies’ heart and head without fail.

The three of them easily broke through the encirclement that had become chaos in an instant and escaped the place.

When the barrage of arrows finally ceased and the surviving members barely managed to lift their heads, the elven warriors, who had been hiding nearby, were already deployed.

“Damn, you fucking elf bastards!”

Eventually, a resentful scream burst out from the enemy’s mouth.

It was a natural reaction, as they would never have imagined that there would be an ambush lurking inside the Great Temple.

The Chernion Cult must have been excited to invade, thinking that this was the perfect opportunity to trample on the altar of their enemy, but they certainly could not have predicted that the followers of God Luce would use the temple as a trap.

Honestly, the Knights felt the same way.

Several of the statues that had decorated the garden were smashed and lying on the floor along with the corpses.

Looking at that sight, they began to feel a sense of guilt.

“By the way, is it really okay for this to happen in the Great Temple? Instead of using the Great Temple as a trap, shouldn’t we have prevented these guys from coming in from the beginning?”

Arthur asked reluctantly.

After a long silence, Richt answered.

“…Lord Luce will understand, I’m sure. After all, it’s a matter of punishing the Evil Cult.”

“Are you fools, seniors? Is there a place near the Great Temple where you can fight? There are only houses and a busy street nearby.”

“I know! I’m just saying, you punk!”

Arthur responded annoyedly to Arendt’s words and cut down the enemy who was rushing at him.

“And if you understand or are dissatisfied, come down and clean up these motherfuckers yourself.”

A strong chill lingered around Arendt, who snapped back with irritation.

A layer of pure white frost settled on the blade of his sword.

The enemies continued to advance without stopping, regardless of whether their comrades were dying from the elves’ arrows.

“It’s him!”

“No matter what happens, don’t miss him!”

Arendt, who had been waiting for them to close the distance, kicked the ground and dove into the crowd of enemies.

Pure white frost scattered across the night sky like shards of stars.

The enemies’ bodies froze stiffly in the sudden cold.

“…!”

As always, the aftermath was Richt and Arthur’s job.

Richt and Arthur shattered the frozen enemies with a single swing of their swords.

!

With the sound of breaking glass, the soldiers of the Chernion Cult fell to the ground in pieces.

Arendt added wryly.

“Who is suffering because of these cockroach-like bastards? If the so-called ‘great one’ had eradicated them personally, none of this would have happened.”

“Okay, shush. I’m afraid someone might hear you.”

Richt replied, pressing his temples.

It wasn’t funny to see him deal with the soldiers of the Chernion Cult while cursing God Luce with his mouth.

During the brief gap, Richt raised his head and checked the statue of God Luce.

Even in the midst of this chaos, the giant statue that was the symbol of the Great Temple simply smiled benevolently and quietly watched the fighting.

Just as he was relieved that the statue was unharmed, a sudden, unfamiliar presence made Richt freeze and turn his head.

“…!”

Arendt and Arthur also took a few steps back, gripping their swords.

A black smoke-like magical power rose above the soldiers who had just been dealt with.

But they soon realized that the black smoke was not just any ordinary magic.

It was an aura resembling the darkness itself, the abyss itself, quietly hiding, carrying a cold chill.

It was the complete opposite of the divine power of God Luce, who had a warm aura and emitted pure white light.

“It’s Chernion’s divine power.”

Arendt spat out briefly.

As the dark divine power slowly faded, new enemies entered the Temple of Light.

They had a completely different vibe from the soldiers and ghouls they had been fighting against until just now.

The three people naturally tensed their bodies.

It was the moment when the battle in the Great Temple entered a new phase.