NovelOnline Chapter 509: You will regret it.
Chapter 509: You will regret it.
There was only one way to properly deal with the homunculi: for everyone to charge with all their might.It was a tactic that would inevitably increase allied casualties. However, it was also true that it was the only method that would reliably work against the enemy.
The homunculus’ arm was severed by Laius’ sword strike.
The arm, which had fallen with a heavy sound, immediately began to twitch, transforming itself and attempting to rejoin the main body. But Arendt wouldn’t let it.
A pure white frost storm swept across the battlefield.
The frozen arm twitched a few times before breaking with a loud crack.
Arendt charged straight towards the homunculus without looking back.
“Just die!”
An attack with noticeably less momentum than before flew towards Arendt.
Arendt simply deflected the attack and then lunged at the homunculus.
And then finally, !
He succeeded in leaving a pure white scar on the border between the lower and upper body.
Laius, who had intervened in a hurry, blocked the attack flying towards Arendt.
“Don’t move hastily!”
“…”
Arendt hesitated at Laius’ advice.
It was because he wasn’t even aware that he was moving hastily.
“First, focus on what’s right in front of you.”
Laius shouted once more and deflected away the black tendrils all at once.
Black tendrils shot out in all directions from the force of Laius’ power.
The Holy Sword, which he gripped once again, was imbued with pure white holy power. At the same time, Laius felt a strong, sickening sensation.
“…!”
It was his first time feeling like this.
His insides churned violently. It was as if he and the Holy Sword were strongly rejecting each other.
‘Is this a side effect?’
He had expected this day would come eventually, but the timing couldn’t have been worse.
‘No, it might actually be a little late.’
He was still wielding the Holy Sword while refusing to accept God Luce and His holy power any longer.
Laius forced himself to ignore the disgusting sensation.
Then he cleanly cut down the attack that was flying towards him again.
“What, what’s wrong with you, Captain?”
“No, it’s nothing.”
When Laius answered nonchalantly, Arendt gave him a displeased expression. But Laius wasn’t fooled by that expression.
“Don’t act calm. If you’re nervous, just say so.”
“I’d rather not. It’d ruin my image.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
After exchanging a brief quip, Arendt and Laius sprang into motion simultaneously.
!
A black tendril mercilessly ripped into the spot where the two had just stood. Arendt landed gently, kicked off the ground, and leaped again. Laius protected him, continuing to fight the tendrils.
‘I’m being hasty?’
Arendt unconsciously gripped his sword tighter.
Because he couldn’t confirm Lumiel’s safety.
‘I don’t know what she’s thinking, but…’
He could be sure that something undesirable had happened.
If it weren’t for the heat of battle, he wouldn’t have been able to hide the expression on his face.
There was a slight possibility that Lumiel may have given up on thinking rationally…
He was so anxious he thought he was going crazy.
Arendt soared high into the air and brought his blade crashing down onto the homunculus’ opposite shoulder.
Perhaps because of his emotions, an even more brutal frost storm raged along his sword’s path.
The sword dug deep into the frozen, white shoulder. However, it lacked the strength to completely cut through, and the sword stopped midway.
The moment Arendt paused, an attack he hadn’t noticed flew towards him.
“…!”
Arendt let go of his sword and jumped down.
And as if taking his place, Laius crushed a black tendril beneath his foot and launched himself upward.
Laius jumped up to the homunculus’ head in one go and put all the strength he could into the tip of his sword.
Arendt landed on the ground and looked urgently towards Laius.
“Captain!”
The Holy Sword was emitting a pure white light as if it were about to explode.
Holy power, the Shadow of the Strong, and even Laius’ own sword aura.
It was clear that he was giving it his all.
Laius swung his sword with all his might.
A tremendous explosion shook the surroundings and a pure white light swept across the area.
Even in the midst of all this, Arendt was able to recognize his sword flying towards him.
Arendt, who snatched the sword from the air, noticed a huge black entity falling towards him.
“That’s…”
It was the homunculus’ remaining arm.
A massive arm struck the ground, creating a loud commotion. This time, the monster tried to regenerate, but Arendt rushed in and reduced it to icy dust.
Arendt turned his head at the sound of the heavy crash again. Laius, who had just landed on the ground, was staggering as he tried to get up.
“Arendt.”
Laius blurted out, glaring at the homunculus.
“Finish it as quickly as possible.”
Arendt looked dazed for a moment.
“And next, you know what I’m talking about, right? Rescue High Priest Lumiel. That’s an order from your captain.”
The hero’s bright blue eyes resembled flickering blue flames.
Arendt nodded with a stern face.
“Yes.”
For once, there was no sarcasm or jokes.
!
Arendt moved first again. A barrage of attacks rained down on him. But Arendt quickly approached the homunculus with acrobatic movements.
The sharp attacks grazed him, and his wounds increased one by one, but Arendt didn’t even blink.
And finally he approached the front of the homunculus.
A blast from the upper body struck Arendt. Arendt quickly dodged it.
Arendt, failing to land properly, tumbled messily across the ground.
“Ugh!”
The homunculus’ gaze naturally followed Arendt.
Laius suddenly appeared behind the homunculus who had lost both arms.
“…!”
Without giving it time to react properly, Laius swung his sword again with all his might.
The homunculus’ only remaining eye widened. .
The homunculus’ massive head separated from its neck. Enemies and allies alike stared in amazement as the head rolled silently away.
Only two people remained calm: Laius and Arendt.
Black tendrils stretched out urgently toward the head that had fallen to the ground. But Arendt was faster.
Arendt, who had cut down all the black tendrils that were interfering, plunged his sword into the fallen head.
The homunculus’ head instantly froze white.
“Hah…”
A puff of pure white breath flowed from Arendt’s mouth. He had long since lost the feeling in his fingertips.
But Arendt whipped his body into motion.
The homunculus, having lost its sight, began to run wild.
A thick cloud of dust rose around him. Arendt raised his head and began to act again.
From the spot where Arendt had just kicked off, black tendrils burst upward, tearing through the ground.
Arendt closed the distance between himself and the enemy once more. Laius blocked the attack in front of him, clearing the way.
“Good!”
Arendt took a big leap forward, leaving behind Laius’ pained shout.
The apprentice knight’s sword pierced the enemy’s jaw.
“…!”
He felt something cracking at his fingertips. It meant that the core had been successfully destroyed.
The homunculus’ entire body became stiff.
Arendt held the sword with both hands and used the Frosty Touch to the fullest extent.
Pure white frost began to spread from the spot where the sword was stuck.
The homunculus’ upper body was completely covered in pure white frost, twisting and confusing as if in a last-ditch effort.
“Fucking… you fucking monster….”
White breath escaped between the smiling lips.
Arendt felt a sudden murderous aura right behind him.
The same was true for Laius and the other knights. Everyone was instinctively about to turn their heads.
Suddenly, his vision turned completely white.
He couldn’t even figure out what was going on.
Before anyone could make a proper judgment…
A loud explosion shook the battlefield.
“…”
Everyone stopped moving.
The priests of the Chernion Cult, knights, warriors, archers, and even homunculi.
The thick dust cleared, and a terrible tragedy unfolded before their eyes.
The homunculus that had just been killed by Arendt had disappeared without a trace.
Instead, all that remained was a huge crater, like a gunpowder explosion.
Richt’s lips moved without him realzing.
“…Captain. Arendt.”
The two people who were thrown far away by the shockwave were rolling around on the ground.
Even in that state, they still clutched their swords tightly, but it was unclear whether they had lost consciousness or were already dead.
They didn’t even move.
In his still mind, he heard the sound of a giant being flapping its wings.
Richt raised his head to check where the sound came from.
“…”
There was a dragon there.
The golden scales, which had absorbed all the sunlight, sparkled particularly brightly.
The blow that had just swept across the battlefield was the dragon’s breath.
“Nikephoros…”
Llewellyn groaned.
But there was no time to lose his mind.
Nikephoros, which had been flying in place, suddenly spread his wings and began to dive sharply.
There was only one target.
It was Arendt von Eckhart who was finally able to raise his upper body.
“Arendt!”
Arthur shoved aside his seniors and sprinted toward him.
Laius, who suddenly came to his senses, also leapt forwawrd.
“Damn it…!”
But they couldn’t overcome the dragon’s speed as it flew straight ahead. Golden magic filled the gap between Nikephoros’ massive, gliding mouth.
The dragon’s large shadow covered the battlefield.
Arthur, who had barely arrived in time, threw his arms around Arendt to shield him, and Laius raised his sword to block the breath from hitting the two of them.
A black shadow suddenly appeared and grabbed Nikephoros by the neck.
KOOOOOO!
Nikephoros let out a loud roar as he missed his target right in front of him.
The black dragon, Lexion, had barged in and taken Nikephoros by surprise, flying high into the sky.
“Lord Lexion!”
Arthur raised his head sharply and shouted. Nikephoros, bitten by Lexion, thrashed violently.
The ground was in chaos as the two dragons fought each other.
The plaza, which had barely maintained its original appearance, was completely destroyed as if a large explosive had exploded, and the priests, warriors, and knights caught in it fell and groaned.
Those who could not overcome the presence of the dragon in its original form even sat down, clutching their heads, and trembling.
“What the heck is this…”
Diana and Zakar also managed to pull themselves together and check the situation.
A protective shield stretched across the blue sky, enveloping the Great Temple. It was the work of Lexion.
Even higher up in the clouds, a brawl between two dragons was taking place.
Lexion, with his black wings spread wide, turned his back to the sun and howled loudly.