Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 385

Laius’ sword and the homunculus’ giant arm clashed head-on.!

A heavy rumble shook the air, and soon a shock wave swept through the surrounding area.

“Ah…”

Glenn, who was dealing with the ghouls, let out a sigh without realizing it.

The giant homunculus radiated a ferocious aura that made even skilled knights flinch for a moment.

But Laius faced the monster alone, without wavering an inch.

The Holy Sword, which blocked the homunculus’ long arm, shimmered with Laius’ sword aura. At the same time, the artifact known as the Shadow of the Strong activated.

“…”

After a tense standoff, the homunculus was pushed back and lost its balance.

Laius didn’t miss the opportunity and swung his sword with all his might.

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The homunculus’ arm was deflected, and its massive body lost balance for a brief moment.

The pure white divine power imbued in the sword tore through the night sky.

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With a brutal sound, a deep wound was carved into the homunculus’ torso.

The homunculus took another step back from the impact, but soon regained its balance and counterattacked with its other arm.

Its sharp claws flew straight towards Laius.

But Laius had already jumped back and escaped the spot.

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A giant hand dug into the ground, sending debris flying everywhere.

Laius kicked the ground again and charged towards the enemy.

Using the creature’s arm as a foothold, Laius leapt high into the air once more, channeling divine power into his sword.

The sword, infused with sword aura, divine power, and the strength of the artifact, trembled with fine vibrations.

The homunculus turned its head and its eyes reflected Laius’ figure. Almost at the same time, Laius brought down his sword.

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The sound of a blast tore through the air once again.

The knights who were fighting the ghouls raised their heads without realizing it and looked at Laius.

“…Wow.”

Awe burst from Rider’s mouth.

In an instant, a homunculus that had lost one arm was looking down at Laius with empty eyes.

The sight of Laius suddenly standing in the midst of the whirlwind he had created was so majestic that it seemed almost sacred.

His bright blue eyes that faced the enemy straight on had an unusually clear light.

It was the influence of the divine power that surrounded the Holy Sword.

The regenerative abilities unique to homunculi, which had been a huge headache for the knights, seemed powerless before the Holy Sword.

‘How can we not praise him?’

He showed no signs of being overwhelmed or afraid. With his men behind him, Laius simply stood on the front lines, silently facing the strongest enemy, as if it were his job.

As the homunculus began to move again, Laius responded immediately.

Rider, who had been blankly staring at him as if possessed, saw Laius’ lips part.

He wondered involuntarily whether a prayer to God Luce would flow out.

But the sentence that came out was completely different from what he had expected.

“Wake up and focus on what’s in front of you. This is a battlefield.”

A firm voice instantly brought those who were in a trance back to reality.

“…!”

It felt like cold water was being poured on his hazy mind.

When he suddenly came to his senses and turned his gaze back to the battlefield, all kinds of ugly monsters were running towards the knights with their mouths gaping.

Laius clicked his tongue inwardly and looked at the homunculus with cold eyes.

He knew all too well how the knights viewed him.

‘Power is just power.’

If a certain cocky apprentice knight were here, he would certainly say the same thing.

‘I don’t have time.’

He was getting more and more anxious.

Even though he sent Arthur and Richt there, Laius still felt uneasy.

Laius gathered his magical power again.

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The homunculus took a heavy step toward him and swung its remaining arm.

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As soon as Laius rolled away, the attack struck the ground, causing a cloud of dust to rise.

For a moment, his vision was blocked and he paused, but then he sensed an attack coming from right next to him and raised his sword.

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“Ugh…!”

His body was thrown backwards, and a tremendous shock that felt like his insides were being shaken swept through his body. However, Laius somehow managed to stand upright on both legs.

As the dust cleared, a homunculus emerged into view, transformed into a four-legged beast resembling a wolf.

“Krrrrr…”

Perhaps because it was unable to regenerate its severed arm, its physique was noticeably smaller than before.

The scars on the wolf’s torso that Laius had carved were also clearly visible.

It seemed that the wounds inflicted by the Holy Sword could not be regenerated.

“Knights, listen up.”

Laius raised his voice and shouted, holding his sword in his hands.

“Finish this as quickly as possible and prepare for the next ambush.”

“Yes!”

A resounding reply echoed back.

Lexion looked down at the small creature in his grasp.

“I just wanted to see how much I could split it.”

Contrasting with his calm voice, the area around where Lexion stood was utterly devastated, as if a massive explosive was dropped.

The shards of the ghouls, shattered beyond recognition, were dyeing the ground red, and the severed remains of the homunculus were engulfed in bright blue flames and burning all around him.

“Even that crazy count would be satisfied with a specimen like this.”

Even though it had become a small lump the size of a palm, the homunculus was still alive.

It was writhing and changing its form into a small rat, trying to bite Lexion’s finger. Lexion clicked his tongue and tossed it into the air.

The homunculus disappeared, as if it was consumed by darkness.

It was trapped in a subspace created by Lexion’s magic.

‘I’ve taken care of all the leftovers…’

The elves might have a hard time, but the hero should be able to handle this easily.

In that case, it seemed better to do what Arendt asked first.

“Tsk. How did I end up in a situation where I have to run errands for a little kid?”

With a brief grumble, Lexion immediately cast teleport.

Regardless of the motive, the intention to minimize casualties was commendable, so there was no reason not to listen.

Arendt looked up at the night sky and tried to gauge the time. There was still some time left until sunrise, but that didn’t mean he had time.

“This is really annoying.”

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Clicking his tongue once, Arendt swung his weapon and cut down the enemy rushing at him without even looking.

The enemy collapsed without even being able to scream.

Arendt leapt away from the battlefield, leaving Richt and Arthur who were fighting beside him behind.

“Hey, where are you going?”

Arthur asked urgently, but of course he was ignored.

Arendt quickly climbed to the top of the wall and looked down at the battlefield.

Under the pitch-black night sky, the torches flickered wildly, tangled in a chaotic dance.

Arthur, who was trying to follow Arendt, gave up due to the enemies constantly rushing in and focused on the battle again, and Richt was also smoothly reducing the enemies among the tangled troops.

Arendt frowned slightly as he looked at the corpses and injured people strewn about.

‘It seems like our losses are greater than expected.’

Fortunately, the Chernion Cult bastards began to focus on him, so it seemed that no friendly fire or infighting was occurring among his allies.

‘Still, I think the Royal Knights will be able to sort out the rest.’

At that moment, an enemy spotted Arendt who was alone and shouted.

“There he is!”

At the same time, a sharp whizz echoed in his ears as something flew through the air with a deadly hiss.

As soon as Arendt turned his head slightly, an arrow grazed his cheek.

“Don’t they have the ability to learn?”

Arendt grumbled.

Even though they must have already realized deep down that they were no match for him, the enemies continued to attack him tenaciously.

‘I thought that using an artifact would at least discourage some people.’

It seemed like it wasn’t as easy as he thought.

Arendt looked around and discovered archers aiming at him from the roof of the main palace.

“It’s dangerous, come down you bastard!”

At that moment, Arthur shouted from below. Arendt made a vague gesture of picking at his ear.

“Who’s that senior barking over there?”

“Do you really want to die?”

“If you can, try it.”

Arendt responded indifferently and stood there for a while without moving.

More enemies began to surge towards where he was.

Although he was completely surrounded, Arendt paid no attention.

The battle lines were clearly divided, with Arendt at the center.

Thanks to this, the royal knights and soldiers could easily distinguish between enemies and allies.

A fierce battle broke out between the royal knights and soldiers dealing with the enemies and traitors who were trying to kill him.

“Hey, you disobedient little brat!”

“Stop getting worked up and focus. If he was going to listen to us, we wouldn’t have been so upset.”

Needless to say, Arthur and Richt became even busier.

!

At that moment, the waiting archers shot their arrows all at once.

Arendt simply swung his sword once to knock down all the arrows.

Then he glanced at Edgar with indifferent eyes.

“Go up and take care of the archers!”

“Yes!”

The captain of the knights, who had read Arendt’s intentions, gave orders to his subordinates.

Only then did Arendt feel satisfied and turned his gaze towards the night sky.

The pale moon cast an ominous light in the darkness.

‘Not yet?’

Arendt discovered a small ball of light flying across the night sky.

A smile crossed Arendt’s lips.

It was Salem’s spirit.

The spirit quickly approached with its wings flapping, circled around a few times, and then landed gently on his right shoulder.

It was a signal that had been decided in advance.

The left shoulder was .

An emergency situation erupted overhead.

And the right shoulder…

“The mastermind has been revealed, and everyone else has been moved to a safe place?”

To Arendt’s question, the dove-like spirit nodded as if in agreement.

“What about the homunculi?”

The spirit shook its head and pecked Arendt twice with its small beak.

“…There are two left? Then what about Lexion?”

This time, a small head nodded.

This meant that Lexion had already cleaned up the homunculi and had carried out the task that Arendt had requested perfectly.

“See? He’s a secretly useful lizard.”

Although he muttered that, Arendt didn’t look very pleased.

The revelation of the truth meant that Victor was destined for an inevitable tragedy.

But now was not the time to be lost in thought.

‘Anyway, the civilians are safe now.’

The people near the palace had been evacuated to a nearby plain. But that was not enough to make it safe, so Arendt asked Lexion to take further measures.

It was impossible to move them all at once, so they were placed in a barrier and illusion magic was used to keep them from being noticed by enemies.

“Okay, then go back now. Let them know that this side will be sorted out soon.”

As Arendt waved his hand, the spirit flew up without any hesitation.

It had come all the way here at Salem’s request, but it seemed like it didn’t want to be around someone it hated even for a moment longer.

However, the spirit that seemed like it was going to leave just like that circled around and then came back.

“What, why aren’t you leaving…”

Arendt, frowning, soon spotted a group approaching from the other side of the castle.

Salem, who was supposed to be with Llewellyn and Victor, was quickly approaching the palace with the elf warriors.

And on the other side, the Third Knights led by Laius were advancing towards the palace, covered in ghoul blood.

“Oh my.”

Arendt muttered in bewilderment and tried to check the situation again.

At that moment, a sudden murderous aura was felt right above his head. Richt, who noticed the intruder, shouted.

“Arendt! Dodge!”

Arendt reflexively threw himself to the side.

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Debris flew everywhere and sparks flew, but Arendt leapt back without showing any sign of surprise and gained some distance.

Arthur, who had been focusing on another enemy, cried out in surprise.

“Hey, are you okay?”

With only a bleak, sunken gaze, he silently stared at the villain who had barged onto the stage.

As the thick dust cleared, the enemy was revealed.

The eyes behind the mask sparkled eerily.

“We meet again, apprentice knight.”

It was Roger.