Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 446

No matter how flawless the method acting was, it was ultimately the actor who conveyed the lines through their movements.Even if the motifs are drawn from external sources and reenacted through performance, the actor’s personal interpretation and experience inevitably seep in.

Arendt also went through that process to create the current ‘Arendt’.

Rather than fabricating everything, it was much easier to immerse himself in the story by taking what he saw and felt and his current emotions and use them appropriately.

‘This kind of stage is quite comfortable to act on.’

As he cut down the enemy, Arendt thought.

The hostility, anger, and murderous intent that he had suppressed while acting were being released from the tip of his sword just as he intended.

Of course, the object of his lingering resentment were the gods, but choosing a target for his anger wasn’t difficult.

“Never let them approach Lady Jiklin!”

“In the name of Lord Chernion, I will kill that insolent bastard!”

His intentions were being accepted without difficulty.

The sound of the priests’ curses and Arthur and Richt following him with desperate faces were proof.

“For a patchwork corpse like you, you sure know how to recognize the important ones.”

Arendt let out a snort of laughter and increased the power of the Frosty Touch.

The priests, sensing the impending crisis, rushed to defend themselves, but the silver frost reached out to them all equally.

The priests, who were frozen without even a moment to protest, were turned into shards of ice by Arthur and Richt’s subsequent attacks and fell to the ground.

The three of them didn’t look back and focused only on moving forward, cutting down the enemies in front of them. Official source ıs novelhall.com

The elf warriors desperately tried to catch up with them.

Those who fell behind fought the enemy from the rear, and a long line formed on the battlefield, led by Arendt.

As a result, they succeeded in penetrating deep into enemy territory without being surrounded.

But the unchanging fact was that the ranks were unstable.

Moreover, if the knights in charge of the vanguard charged into the castle like this, there would undoubtedly be many stragglers.

“You don’t have to force yourself to join! Those who can’t handle it, take the rear!”

The steps of those following the elf warrior’s orders slowed down somewhat.

Every time gunpowder exploded from all directions, the ghouls screamed and sprayed blood.

Arrows fired by friendly forces rained down from the rear.

The arrows, which hit the enemy’s vital points with the exquisite aim of the elf archers, exploded unexpectedly due to Shekhinah’s magic, further increasing the damage.

“Pull out the arrows! Don’t just stand there dumbfounded after getting hit!”

The priests cried out in frustration, but Shekhinah did not give them the opportunity to do so.

Moreover, most of the ghouls, who had lost their reason except for their anger towards their enemies, did not have the intelligence to do so.

“Throw the oil bottles!”

“Yes!”

The soldiers, judging that they had dug deep enough into the battlefield, began throwing the small bottles of oil they each carried at the point of the explosions.

The sparks left behind by the gunpowder and explosion magic quickly spread into a large fire.

Red flames burned fiercely, engulfing the ghouls who were just about to regenerate and rise.

“Keeeek!”

“Keeeek, keeeeek!”

The ghouls screamed and twisted their bodies.

It was natural that the more the ghouls struggled, the more the fire spread.

Severe burns were irreversible. The priests, aware of this, tried their best to avoid the flames, but what greeted them as they retreated was the extreme cold emanating from the stolen relic.

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Arendt ran towards the gate, leaving the enemy frozen in its charging stance.

“Close the gate! Don’t let them get near!”

As one of the priests shouted, the people waiting quickly pushed the gate shut.

The blood-stained door began to slowly close with an unpleasant noise.

Arendt pressed on, charging forward even faster.

“You’re so ugly, and you’re so annoying.”

Arendt, who had almost reached the closed door, took a big leap forward.

A white frost settled over the spot where he had struck hard. Countless attacks rained down on Arendt, who was suspended in the air, but Richt and Arthur immediately followed and came to his defense.

Spinning in the air, Arendt used the head of a nearby priest as a stepping stone to propel himself higher.

The priest, frozen before he could even respond, was struck by Richt’s flashing sword before he could even attempt to escape from the ice.

Richt shouted.

“Cover the back, Arthur!”

“Yes!”

As Arendt advanced inside, Arthur turned around and faced the enemies surging in from behind.

The kingdom’s soldiers had already retreated, keeping the ghouls in check. Gunpowder explosions continued in the rear, and right behind them, while just behind them, the elf warriors were engaged in a fierce melee.

‘Arendt said not to follow him, but…’

They needed every bit of strength they could get. Even one more fighter could make a difference.

With Arthur’s arrival, the elves were able to catch up with the knights much more easily. Meanwhile, Richt and Arendt were dealing with those attempting to block the gate.

A giant ghoul, hastily summoned, blocked the path of the two.

A large mace, befitting its massive physique, fell straight towards Arendt.

But the mace was blocked by Richt. In that fleeting moment, Arendt withdrew, and Richt stepped in to take his place.

“…!”

Richt, channeling his sword energy, struck the mace away with tremendous force.

With the powerful swing that Richt unleashed, the ghoul lost its balance and staggered back a step. Richt seized the opportunity and leaped forward, severing the giant’s neck.

The head hit the ground with a heavy thud. Richt swung his sword down again, severing the shoulder holding the weapon.

“Keeeeek!”

Black, dead blood spurted out like a fountain from the cut surface.

Richt, who landed safely while covered in blood, immediately followed Arendt.

A ghoul, headless and one-armed, flailed its remaining limbs in the air in a fit of rage. Its head, rolling on the floor, yelped with its mouth wide open.

“Keeeeeek! Kueeeeeek!”

The head that Arthur had trampled on was crushed into a lump of flesh.

He leaped forward and sliced ​​off the remaining arm of the giant ghoul that was waving around, aiming for another enemy.

As the cleanly severed arm fell to the ground, Arthur landed and crushed it completely, just like he had smashed the head earlier.

“Let’s go together, please!”

As Arthur left without a second thought, the elves behind him rushed in and completely tore the struggling giant ghoul apart.

Meanwhile, Arendt and Richt had already taken care of the priests who were closing the gate and were rushing inside.

“Close the gate! Close the gate!”

The priest, who had been screaming, turned into a pure white ice statue the moment he uttered that last cry.

Arthur and Richt, who joined in, entered the castle, destroying the frozen enemies.

The elf warriors who had been chasing them rushed in and completely destroyed the lock on the gate so that it could not be locked.

Naturally, there were more and stronger enemies lurking within the castle.

“We will hold the line here! We wish you victory!”

Leaving behind the soldiers’ shouts as they turned around, the knights and elves charged towards the enemies before them.

It was a smooth movement, as if several people were one body.

“What the hell are those guys…”

Even the fearless priests could not help but feel tired in the face of their unstoppable momentum.

Arendt did not slow down his pace and continued to swing his sword.

Following footsteps light as if dancing, white frost settled on the blood-soaked battlefield. But soon, fresh blood stained it again, wiping away the traces.

Blood and flesh splattered all over his gloved hands and face, but the apprentice knight paid no mind.

This battlefield was a play within a play.

By the end of the hastily crafted scenario, Arendt’s sword would be pointed at Jiklin’s neck.

“If you’re so worried, why didn’t you send more people? Or maybe you shouldn’t have sent them at all.”

Only after Rider spoke to him bluntly did Laius take his eyes off the other side of the gate.

“I had no choice because it was necessary.”

At his feet, as he responded as if making an excuse, were scattered fragments of a homunculus that had just died.

It had once resembled a giant, but was now shattered to pieces beyond recognition.

Even in that state, it was a sight that was enough to make anyone watching feel uncomfortable, as it was still squirming.

But the knights didn’t even pay attention to it, and just went back to fighting their respective enemies.

“…”

After destroying the fake spirit stone with the Holy Sword, Laius approached the gate with a pace that was neither fast nor slow.

The surrounding enemies had already been annihilated.

In every trajectory drawn by the Holy Sword, both ghouls and priests were helplessly swept away.

There was nothing that could stop the hero.

“Block the gate! The miracle soldier has been defeated!”

“Never let them pass the gate!”

The priests did not give up and rushed towards Laius, but before they could get even a few steps closer, they were blocked by other knights.

Glenn cut down two priests with a single stroke, trampled their heads as they rolled on the floor, and completely tore them apart to prevent them from regenerating.

“Monstrous bastards, thinking they can dare to block the captain’s path.”

Glenn clicked his tongue angrily and shook his sword that was covered in blood.

Meanwhile, Laius had already reached the empty city gate.

The eyes of the priests watching from the castle walls were filled with fear.

“…”

They only suffered minor injuries, failing to even inflict any real damage on Laius and the knights.

“Monstrous bastards…”

The battle priest captain groaned.

He couldn’t believe it even after seeing it with his own eyes.

The battle began at dawn, and the sun had only just fully risen.

During that short time, the friendly forces and one miracle soldier who had gone out to guard the outside of the gate were annihilated.

Although there were still a few priests left, they too were killed by the Imperial Knights.

The captain, his fists clenched, gave the order.

“…Prepare to meet the enemy.”

Even at this very moment, the hero was approaching them.

The tightly locked gate was no obstacle to Laius.

Laius swung the Holy Sword lightly with an expressionless face.

With a single strike, the thick gate was shattered in an instant, opening the way for the hero.

Enemies were stationed beyond the broken gate, but Laius entered the castle with precise steps as if they were completely invisible.

“…”

In the quiet surroundings, only the sound of Laius’ footsteps echoed.

The priests, overwhelmed by him, forgot to even attack and froze for a while.

Having received Chernion’s blessing, they were no longer bound by fear or survival instinct.

Yet, for some reason, they couldn’t move. It was impossible to even retreat or give any orders.

The priests’ clouded gazes remained fixed on the hero, as if they were captivated.

As Laius stopped walking, a silence fell, one that was not quite suited to the battlefield.

“It seems like you have no intention of making the first move.”

A calm voice flowed out.

The leader of the battle priests, who had been lost in thought, was only able to come to his senses after the head of the person guarding him exploded.

“…”

A piece of flesh from his former comrade flew out and stuck to the captain’s face.

A chill ran down his spine.

He didn’t even have time to see the attack coming.

Countless priests were reduced to pieces of flesh and left sprawled on the floor with a single slash of the hero’s sword, swung almost like a greeting.

The hero, faced with the tragedy he had created, declared in a callous voice.

“Then I’ll go first. Prepare yourselves.”

For the priests there, it was tantamount to a death sentence.