Betrayal Knight's Joyful Faith

Chapter 447

Jiklin, who had been quietly observing the situation, let out a bitter laugh.“That’s ridiculous.”

The situation on the battlefield was relayed to her in real time through the ghouls’ eyes.

Two ‘miracle soldiers’ were already defeated, and countless battle priests have died.

Unable to overcome her irritation, Jiklin collapsed on the sofa and began to rip out her hair.

“Fuck, fuck! You fucking bastards!”

She already knew the hero’s strength, but seeing him like this was so shocking that it was almost absurd.

Nikephoros often mentioned in passing how strong the hero Khan had been, who had driven Lord Chernion to ruin in the past.

She felt stupid for laughing at it and saying it was just an old story.

“And they call miracle soldiers monsters! Can you even call something like that human? That’s a monster!”

From the beginning, Jiklin had no intention of restraining Laius.

She was just going to block him and kill Arendt in the meantime…

They pushed forward with an overwhelming force beyond imagination, making it impossible to ignore.

Instead of buying time, at this rate they were about to lose the territory completely before even dealing with Arendt.

To make matters worse, the special force led by Arendt was also approaching the castle at a terrifying speed.

She could guess what his purpose was without even thinking.

“Fucking bastard, damn…”

Jiklin, gritting her teeth, soon sighed deeply and rubbed her face.

The divine power of darkness shimmered in her green eyes.

The embarrassment and anger that had been running high in her head began to subside, and soon Jiklin was able to regain her composure.

“There are still enough troops.”

She had no intention of just sitting back and taking it.

There were countless ghouls that could be summoned and used immediately.

Losing so many of the Miracle Soldiers was a rather heavy blow, but it was tolerable since they were going to face the hero directly.

And one more thing available is…

“…Besides, there’s no need to refuse when you come here to die on your own two feet.”

Jiklin’s eyes grew cold.

Human stamina has its limits. Even if Laius, wielding the Holy Sword, wouldn’t, Arendt would soon reach his limit.

‘I heard that he seemed to have a hard time last time he fought Roger.’

It was absurd to say that someone who doesn’t even follow God could freely handle holy objects without any side effects.

Even if the dragon attached to that side helped, there would definitely be limits to what a human could do.

“Pull back the priests and send out more ghouls for that damned brat. He looks like he wants to run wild, so we’ll give him what he wants.”

Jiklin gave the order in a much calmer voice.

“The Miracle Soldier is…”

She frowned, trailing off.

Several had already been destroyed. Miracle Soldiers take a long time to produce, so wasting any more could hinder future operations.

“They’re the only ones who can move right now.”

But Jiklin decided not to hesitate. If not now, the opportunity to kill Arendt von Eckhart would never come.

‘Should I sweep it all away at once…’

Or would it be better to just hold on to their ankles and hang on as much as possible?

She couldn’t help but worry.

It was an undeniable fact that both sides were formidable opponents.

Even with the momentum of both sides pushing forward, if she let her guard down, she would inevitably end up wasting their troops without achieving anything.

Jiklin, who had been biting her nails, soon made up her mind.

“First, send three towards the hero. Send them out sequentially, draining their strength as much as possible while grabbing their ankles.”

Killing him would be the best, but in reality, that was impossible.

It was unlikely to happen, but in the worst case scenario, she had to consider the possibility that they would all be wiped out if she sent them out all at once.

“Leave one to block Arendt von Eckhart.”

Jiklin, who had been silent for a moment, smiled faintly.

“…That one would be nice. The one who received the protection of Lord Chernion.”

There was no one better suited to stop Arendt von Eckhart.

Almost simultaneously, two homunculi were released into the world.

Arendt was obsessed with advancing, cutting down any enemy he could get his hands on.

How much time had passed?

As soon as he realized that it was fully daylight, he sensed something flying towards him.

The black tendril of the homunculus froze stark white and was sliced off by the sword that instinctively twisted its direction.

“Hah.”

The corners of Arendt’s mouth curled up.

As he approached, a familiar homunculus caught his eye among the ghouls that had swarmed towards him like bees.

Arthur and Richt also discovered the same thing and their faces hardened.

The one writhing with its severed tendril clinging to it had changed into something even more bizarre than they remembered.

The two cloudy pupils that were there before had multiplied to the point where they covered the entire writhing body.

“That’s really creepy.”

Arthur muttered uncomfortably as he subdued the ghoul blocking his way.

The elf warriors who were fighting alongside them were also shocked by the bizarre sight.

Even drawing on Arendt’s personal experience, the resemblance to the broken Chernion was certainly not a very pleasant sight.

But things like that didn’t really matter now.

“If you have time to chatter, get moving.”

Arendt blurted out a short sentence, then dashed straight towards the homunculus, pushing away the ghouls that were swarming around him.

No matter how ugly it was, once it was on stage, it was just a prop.

“Hey, hey, you bastard!”

Arthur, exploding in irritation, hurried to follow him, but before he could take even a few steps, he had to fend off a ghoul charging toward Arendt.

Arthur shouted angrily as he cut off the front leg of the ghoul that was trying to grab Arendt.

“You really aren’t yourself today! Take it easy, damn it!”

But Arendt, as always, pretended not to hear him.

In the blink of an eye, Arendt was already up close to the homunculus. Seeing how dangerously exposed he was, Arthur and Richt had no choice but to quickly fend off the enemies blocking their way and rush to join him.

The places vacated by the knights were filled by the elf warriors who had been with them.

Countless eyes that had been looking in all directions suddenly focused on Arendt, and the surface of the homunculus’ body began to move.

As Arendt’s sword froze white, countless sharp black tendrils began to pour down towards him.

At that moment, instead of attacking, Arendt suddenly ducked.

“…!”

A black streak shot precariously overhead and stretched into the air.

If things continued like this, the sparks might fly to the elf warriors behind them.

Arthur and Richt, who were rushing towards the homunculus, had no choice but to change direction and take the attack.

The clash of swords and homunculus attacks echoed, and a metallic sound rang in their ears.

“Ugh…!”

Richt groaned under the overwhelming pressure. Yet, he managed to shout at the elves.

“Everyone, please avoid it!”

“…!”

The elves, who quickly grasped the situation, pushed away the ghouls they were facing and leaped backwards.

After confirming that the elves were safe, the two men deflected the attacks and quickly distanced themselves.

After piercing the ghouls that were unable to escape, they began to be reclaimed back into the main body.

The homunculus tried to target Arendt again, but the apprentice knight had already begun his actions.

Silver frost scattered across countless eyes. Arendt, who had cut a large slash across its front, leaped forward using the tendrils extending from the homunculus’ body as springboards.

The sword held in both hands pierced deep into the homunculus’ crown.

A smile appeared on Arendt’s lips.

The monster’s black surface began to be covered in white ice from the very top.

“I understand the reasoning behind sending you out, but…”

Arendt’s lips curved slightly.

He had already roughly figured out the pattern of its behavior from the last fight.

A tendril that has stretched out cannot change direction.

Moreover, it was somewhat slow to react because it had to rely on its eyes to accurately capture its targets, and it could launch long-range attacks that could come from anywhere.

So, after launching a single attack, there was inevitably a brief pause…

The main body, which serves as the core, inevitably became a weak point.

“I don’t understand how you keep pushing something so shabby with such confidence.”

The moment Arendt gave a short laugh, retrieved his sword, and jumped down…

Sharp thorns sprouted from the spot where he had just stood.

It was a precarious situation, but Arendt landed leisurely and was running towards the homunculus again.

“What kind of acrobatics is that?”

“As if I would know!”

At Richt’s bewildered mutter, Arthur snapped back irritably.

As the elves began to distance themselves and ward off the surrounding ghouls, the three were left to focus solely on the homunculus.

Arendt returned leisurely to his two seniors and said:

“I showed you this much, so you wouldn’t say you still don’t know, would you?”

“Is this guy crazy? Why are you acting proud?”

Arthur snapped in bewilderment. Richt, too lazy to respond, simply nodded.

“I get the gist of it, so focus on the fight. This isn’t an opponent you can let your guard down against.”

“You don’t need to say it.”

Arendt added, shrugging his shoulders.

“Looks like even the idiots did their part.”

His gaze was not directed at the homunculus, but at a somewhat distant point.

Two spirits glowing with beautiful light appeared above the lord’s castle. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by N0v3l.Fiɾe.net

Luna was circling the castle, and Ray was sitting on top of a building in the castle.

The place where Ray was was where Jiklin was staying.

“That’s where we’re headed.”

It was the moment when their destination became clear.

Ray plucked out one of its fancy feathers and left it on the building to leave a mark.

With that, Luna and Ray quickly disappeared from sight, having left to carry out another mission.

Arendt, who had taken his eyes off the spirits, effortlessly dodged the attacks flying at him.

With a loud noise, debris flew, and a black tendril dug deep into the spot where Arendt had just stood.

“Let’s get this sorted out as quickly as possible. I don’t really like wasting time on such a sloppy project.”

Arendt landed lightly on the tendril that was stuck in the ground.

Then, leaving the two behind, he charged toward the main body.

“Really, he’s such a troublesome brat.”

“Let’s move too.”

Arthur and Richt followed suit.

It was impossible for them to perform a feat like Laius, easily dealing with a homunculus on his own.

But when there was no one left to protect, unleashing attacks on that hateful bastard was more than possible.

Arendt’s statement that the homunculus was a poor work was also correct when they thought about it.

The current Arendt, who was running wild with no self-control, was harder to handle than that monster.

Rather than getting criticized for nothing, it would be better to just keep silent and follow him.