Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 285

As the battle continued, the two men noticed that Arendt’s eyes were becoming increasingly crazed.Arendt was completely focused on Ain, not paying any attention to the enemies who were interfering with him from the side.

Thanks to this, Richt and Arthur also had no choice but to become busier, because it was necessary to completely eliminate the enemies who persistently targeted Arendt.

“Why is that bastard acting like that again?”

“How would I know!”

When Arthur finally vented his frustration, Richt also responded irritably.

If they thought about it in a normal way, it would mean that he lost his reason because he was excited, but in Arendt’s case, it was the exact opposite.

The guy was eerily calm.

Even when the sword brushed dangerously close to a vital spot, Arendt remained completely focused on Ain, as if he was trying to remember every single one of Ain’s movements.

‘What a crazy bastard.’

Arthur cursed inwardly.

He asked why he was acting like that, but both of them knew why.

Arendt was now observing the divine power of the Chernion battle priest, using Ain as an example.

His movements, which were more irregular than usual, were drawing various reactions from Ain.

In the process, Arendt was also suffering from wounds big and small, but he didn’t pay attention to them.

Ain, too, was beginning to realize that the situation was not normal.

“…What are you trying to do right now?”

Ain’s expression, which was hardening more and more, finally distorted.

Instead of answering, Arendt twisted his body violently and swung his sword at Ain’s torso.

!

The two men’s swords clashed, causing silver frost to scatter.

Only then did Arendt open his mouth.

“What am I doing? Fighting.”

White breath flowed out from between his lips.

His voice, laced with a sneer, was mocking.

Arendt landed lightly on the floor and rushed at him again.

!

Ain and Arendt’s swords clashed again.

As the distance narrowed, he felt a colder air than before.

“Hey, try using that damned divine power a little more. Or better yet, control your facial expressions better. If you keep acting like this, I’ll look like a bad guy.”

A smile appeared on Arendt’s lips as he approached him.

“That’s strange. Roger seemed much stronger. How can you be of any help? It’s better if you don’t trip up anyone.”

Even though Ain’s strength was so great that his arms trembled, Arendt’s expression remained undisturbed.

“Wouldn’t it be more helpful to just die here?”

“…!”

In that moment, a deep darkness bloomed beneath Ain’s feet.

Arendt quickly struck him down and stepped back.

Then this time Arthur cleverly intervened between the two.

“The same trick won’t work!”

Ain, who roared, swung his sword sharply towards Arthur and used his divine power.

This was to prevent Arendt from approaching from behind.

!

Ain’s sword clashed violently with Arthur’s sword.

And then, in the next moment, a sword that was frozen white suddenly appeared behind Arthur.

“…!”

By the time Ain noticed it, Arendt’s sword had already stabbed him deep in the side.

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Ain’s face distorted horribly from the eerie cold that bit into his flesh.

“Ugh…!”

Ain, who had swallowed his groan that was about to burst out, glared at Arendt with venomous eyes.

As Arendt quickly pulled his sword out, Arthur also stepped back, putting some distance between them.

Ain gritted his teeth.

The cold slowly spread from the injured area and his body began to freeze.

It was not easy to resist even with divine power.

“You seem more sturdy than a ghoul. Otherwise, you would have died the moment you were stabbed. I’ll give you credit for being a little better than that piece of trash from Jin.”

“This bastard…!”

The priest who had been waiting for an opportunity gritted his teeth and leapt at Arendt.

Arendt simply swung his sword without even looking in his direction.

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The priest who had been stabbed lightly instantly turned into a block of ice and fell to the ground.

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The body turned into a block of ice and collided with the ground, making a heavy sound.

Ain, who had just caught a glimpse of his subordinate who had lost his life, looked at Arendt with weary eyes.

“I thought he was strangely calm… but he was just a crazy bastard.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m completely normal.”

A nonchalant reply came back.

Nothing could be read in Arendt’s golden eyes, which were like glass beads.

A hollow laugh broke out on Ain’s lips as he faced the apprentice knight.

“Do you think you’re sane? There’s no way.”

Ain glared at Arendt.

He felt like he was starting to understand the source of the sense of discomfort he had been feeling for some time.

As they clashed fiercely with their swords, Arendt seemed as if he had stepped back from reality itself.

As if he were someone watching from a distance, arms crossed, observing others.

Yet, his movements were bold and sometimes he even took on extremely dangerous actions.

‘He’s underestimating me.’

Strength entered Ain’s hand holding the sword.

For someone who fights for his life, it was an attitude that was really heartbreaking.

“Let’s see if you can be relaxed even when your neck falls off.”

“If you can, try it.”

The leisurely voice that he couldn’t get used to no matter how many times he heard it returned.

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Grinding his teeth, Ain shouted.

“Repent with death!”

Ain’s foot slammed hard into the ground.

His blade, wrapped in divine power, rushed straight towards Arendt.

The golden eyes, which showed no emotion whatsoever, still seemed to be mocking him.

He became more and more anxious.

At that moment, a chilling voice pierced his ear.

“It seems like there is a side effect of reduced judgment.”

Arendt dodged the sword by twisting his body slightly.

The sword barely passed by, leaving a scar on his cheek, but that was it.

“Or are you just stupid?”

Suddenly finding himself cutting through air, Ain lost his balance in an instant.

Ain’s astonished eyes followed Arendt’s movements.

As if taking a leisurely stroll, Arendt lightly took a step forward, turning his body to claim Ain’s empty back.

A faint smile spread across the apprentice knight’s face.

“Smile, bastard.”

His back was was soaked with moisture.

The sense of imminent death dominated Ain.

The corners of Arendt’s mouth, curving pleasantly, spat out a mocking smile.

“This is the honorable martyrdom you have been longing for.”

The blade, frozen white, fell straight towards his neck.

It was unavoidable.

It was impossible to stop.

A coldness that seemed out of this world clung to his ankles.

Arendt’s sword turned hastily.

!

A loud explosion shook the air.

“…!”

Ain realized a beat too late that he had narrowly escaped death.

Ain’s legs gave out and he collapsed on the spot.

Where there had been only cold air just a moment ago, bright red flames were now swirling around.

The longsword engulfed in flames stood in a tense standoff with Arendt’s sword.

“…”

Arendt’s eyebrows, which had been expressionless until now, furrowed.

The tip of Arendt’s sword began to tremble, unable to fully withstand the force.

The black surface that had been frozen white was also slowly melting in the surging flames.

It was evidence that he was inferior in absolute magical power.

Roger’s calm voice flowed from the black mask beyond the sword engulfed in flames.

“Ain.”

“…”

Ain didn’t have time to answer.

But perhaps he wasn’t expecting an answer, Roger added blandly.

“I ordered you to retrieve the sacred relic, I never gave you the order to give up your life.”

After a long time, Ain answered hesitantly.

“…I’m sorry.”

There was now a large hole in the sky above the barrier.

The barrier was broken when Roger intervened.

! The barrier shattered with a sharp sound.

Roger stared at Arendt through the pouring fragments of the barrier.

“Ain, step back. I will hold you accountable for this mistake later.”

“…Yes.”

Ain, who was on one knee, suddenly disappeared just as he had appeared before.

The few surviving priests bowed their heads and waited for Roger’s next command.

But Roger just stared at Arendt with his pitch-black eyes behind his mask.

“We meet again.”

The extreme cold and flames collided to create a pure white fog.

After a long standoff, the sword began to scream.

Eventually, Arendt, feeling powerless, took a step back.

“Huh, nice to meet you?”

Arendt chuckled, his face pale.

“I see. But…”

A cold response came from behind the mask.

“You come later.”

With those words, Roger struck Arendt hard.

“…!”

Arthur quickly caught Arendt, who almost fell down before he had time to prepare himself.

“I, sir…”

!

Roger kicked the ground as the two knights rolled on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, .

Arendt sat up abruptly and clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“Anyway, did the pervert mask bastards take some kind of potion that would make them unlucky as a group?”

“You damn… Is that something you should be saying? Where the hell did your thanks go?”

This time too, Arthur, who had suddenly become a cushion, growled, but of course, was ignored.

Richt said shortly.

“We’ll go too.”

It’s a shame that Ain couldn’t be dealt with, but things were still going as they should.

Arthur, who had just gotten up, looked in the direction where Roger had disappeared and let out a weary voice.

“It’s a real monster.”

At a speed that was difficult to follow with their eyes, Roger quickly ran into the main temple.

Even the elves’ arrows pouring down from all directions could not reach him.

“That bastard…!”

A few knights tried to block him, but even they were easily overcome.

It was an overwhelming presence that made it unthinkable to carelessly block his path.

Red flames burst forth wherever his feet touched.

The fire was spreading rapidly through the neatly trimmed trees and plants in the garden.

It was a magnificent sight, but Arendt seemed unmoved.

“They sure listen well, don’t they?”

“If they don’t listen, who knows what kind of insults you’ll throw next.”

Arthur also fired back without much tension.

Watching his comrades briefly pretend to resist before quickly retreating, Richt spoke with a disgruntled tone.

“They’ve come a long way. They must have realized the moment they saw him that if they tried to block him clumsily, they’d have to put their necks on the line.”

Richt responded uncomfortably to the apprentice knight’s indifferent words.

“As a knight, it is quite regrettable.”

And now everyone knew that the words ‘run away’ didn’t really mean ‘run away’.

‘So to speak, was this a tactical retreat?’

A big shot needs an opponent of equal standing.

And the Third Knights had a monster worthy of it.

They already knew where Roger was going.

It was the underground vault of the Great Temple that had never been opened before, where the Holy Sword was kept.

In front of it was Laius de Winfried.

It was the moment when the two monsters in “The Blue Knight of the Holy Sword” would clash swords for the first time on the newly decorated stage.

Arendt secretly clenched and unclenched his fist several times.

He had to somehow stop Roger before he could reach the Holy Sword.

The time for enjoying ad-libs and acting carefree was over from now on.

“Let’s go.”

Arendt briefly urged them on.