Betrayal Knight’s Joyful Faith - Chapter 387



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The 387th episode of The Merry God of Betrayal

Chapter 91. Let’s fight vulgarly.

Kwaaang!

A loud rumbling was heard not far away, and a thick mist rose across the night sky. Salem, who was running towards the palace, quickly raised his head.

“Lord Arendt?”

“It looks like there was a fight not far away.”

The elf warrior, his senses sharp, answered. Salem’s heart grew impatient.

“I have to go help them first… … .”

But before he could finish his words, Salem looked up. A spirit with a light resembling a leaf was flying towards him.

“Luna?”

Salem called the spirit’s name with surprised eyes. It was the one who had sent Arendt on an errand.

The spirit returned straight to Salem and flapped its wings as if trying to convey something. Salem, who was watching the movement closely, frowned slightly.

“… … Don’t interfere and just go to the palace?”

As if that was true, the spirit nodded slightly and stared at me again.

Salem nodded, having easily read the meaning.

“I guess you haven’t found it yet. Okay.”

The spirit began to fly ahead, straight towards the palace.

The other spirit, Ray, who had been quietly resting on Salem’s shoulder until now, also flew up and started flying together.

Salem then gave instructions to his warriors.

“Let’s go to the palace first.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind, Salem? It’s not too far, I have to go and apply… … .”

“No, we have our own work to do.”

Salem responded firmly.

It was quite an adventure just to come here, ignoring the orders to protect Llewelyn and Victor.

But fortunately, it seemed like they were willing to turn a blind eye to that part.

Salem and the elves hurried their steps back to the palace.

But soon they had no choice but to stop there.

“… … .”

A group of men wearing black robes stood blocking the road. They were priests of the Cernion cult.

Ghouls that resembled wolves spit out a sticky liquid mixed with blood and saliva from their mouths and glared at the elves.

“Kurrrrrr… … .”

As if the sound of the ghouls’ horns ringing was a signal, the priests began to take out their weapons one by one.

A dark divine power covered them thickly as if protecting them.

“May the glory of darkness always be with us.”

Salem calmly drew his sword as he listened to the plainly recited prayer.

The elf warrior standing nearby spoke bluntly.

“You can step back, Salem. We’ll do it ourselves.”

“No. I won’t back down.”

But Salem flatly refused.

“I’ll leave this to you. Half of you stay and deal with these guys, and the rest of you go with me to the palace. There’s no time to waste.”

“All right.”

As the one closest to Salem nodded, the warriors naturally split into two groups. Salem spoke briefly to those who stayed behind.

“Follow me later. Don’t get hurt.”

“all right.”

Salem quickly left the place, leading a group. The priests tried to pursue them right away, but were soon forced to stop.

It was because the remaining elf warriors blocked their path.

* * *

Roger was certainly a formidable foe.

Even if three people rushed at them with all their might, it was best to tie Roger’s feet.

Even if you run along the narrow road and try your best to escape, there is a limit to how far you can go.

Eventually, Arthur began to sense a presence just a few steps above him, so he sent Arendt and Richt aside and turned around to face him head-on.

Kwaaaaang!

As the swords clashed, a bone-melting heat exploded for a moment. But it was quickly offset by a cool chill.

“Turn off, you’re bothering me.”

“… … !”

A cold voice was heard.

The moment Arthur dropped his sword and stepped back, Arendt stepped forward to take his place.

A cold frost settled over the surrounding area, extinguishing the fire Roger had started.

The sword engulfed in flames and the sword frozen white collided head-on.

Kwaaang!

Meanwhile, Licht came forward and aimed for Roger’s back. However, his attack was also blocked by an arm that resembled a werewolf’s.

In a brief moment of laxity, Arendt twisted her sword, changing Roger’s path.

Kkwaduk!

The sword, unable to overcome the force of the blow, split the ground with a loud cracking sound.

Taking advantage of the gap, Arendt joined Arthur and started running in the opposite direction.

Licht, who had been exchanging a few punches with Roger, also shook him off somewhat. And soon after, he approached the two of them.

“Is everyone okay?”

“It’s not okay.”

“It’s not okay.”

The same answer came back from Arthur and Arendt at the same time.

Licht responded calmly.

“It looks okay.”

His gaze briefly fell on Arendt, who was walking ahead.

‘I thought you’d be a little shaken up… … .’

Because I’ve been through such a bad thing.

But Arendt still seemed to have transcended the norms of ordinary human beings.

I had expected it when I first heard that he had been using Roger’s name so casually and causing all sorts of trouble.

‘Rather, Arthur is the problem.’

Although he was pretending not to notice, he started to show signs of anxiety when Roger showed up.

But I couldn’t blame him, since I wasn’t much different.

‘Is this where it gets real?’

Licht’s face hardened for a moment.

Until now, only the glory of being able to hold a sword and fight, along with the thought that it was something that should be done naturally when going into battle, had accompanied him.

‘There was a time when I thought I would die for that.’

But now I have come to realize the true weight of death.

Hatred and resentment toward the enemy, and the fear of losing someone.

You must hold the sword while keeping in mind the suffering that those you leave behind will have to endure when you die.

The real war was having to overcome even that and face the enemy right in front of you.

Ironically, the one who taught me that was a rookie knight who didn’t know how precious his life was.

“You must not turn your back on the enemy.”

At that moment, an ominous voice stopped their steps.

Roger, who had been closing the distance quickly, took a big leap.

And after a while.

Kuung.

He landed in front of the three with a swaying flame. Roger slowly raised his head and calmly stared at them with his eyes behind his mask.

“You’re the hero’s confidant, but you didn’t learn even such basic things?”

“I got cursed at so much for talking like that… … .”

Arendt burst into laughter and strongly applied her frosty hands. A cold ice settled around Arthur and Licht as if protecting them.

“It seems like you’ve changed your mind a bit recently.”

Roger did not avoid the challenge that Arendt faced head-on.

Kwaaaaang!

The extreme cold and flames clashed, shaking the surrounding air.

“Oh, I’m going to die, really!”

The immense pressure forced a curse out of my mouth. If I hadn’t been wearing gloves, my wrist would have definitely been torn.

But Arendt held on tightly, gripping the sword with both hands.

The moment I let my guard down, I felt like the balance would collapse. One thing that was annoying was that even in these moments, Roger showed no sign of being bothered.

‘This fucking kid.’

A beggar god, a beggar stage, a trashy world.

For a moment, I felt doubtful as to why I was standing in front of someone who was almost like the final boss in ‘The Blue Knight of the Holy Sword’.

But Arendt naturally replaced it with anger and annoyance.

Giggle.

The swords rubbed together, making an unpleasant noise. The moment Roger realized it, Arendt drew out all her magical power.

A heavy snowstorm blew in, obscuring visibility.

Roger’s flames were pushed back for a moment.

“… … !”

Taking advantage of his hesitation, Arendt ducked down and practically rolled away.

And then, before Roger could even grasp the situation, he turned around and started running.

“Cough, cough, oh, really!”

My whole body ached as if it was going to break apart.

Arthur, who had come quickly, struck him.

“Then why do you suffer by buying it?”

“Oh, this time, for real! Who knew that kid would roll his eyes and come at me?”

Arendt let out a tantrum, but Arthur shouted back even louder.

“Don’t lie, you punk! I saw you acting like you were waiting for this!”

“Tch, you’re so quick-witted for no reason.”

“Please, I beg you, stop arguing unnecessarily! Can’t you at least be serious when dealing with your enemies?”

Licht, who couldn’t stand to hear that, snapped. Arendt shrugged her shoulders as she ran.

“How many times have I told you that if you’re serious, you lose… … . Left!”

The moment Arendt shouted, Arthur and Richt simultaneously flew in opposite directions.

Kwaaaaang!

With a loud explosion, the place where the three people had been standing just before was completely destroyed.

Arthur rolled around on the floor and regained his balance, then belatedly checked the scene.

The wall right next to it was half destroyed, showering down debris.

In the thick dust, another person, not Roger, slowly rose from his seat.

Arthur muttered without realizing it.

“I’m going crazy.”

The enemy, who had been hiding nearby, launched a surprise attack.

“As expected, that kid wasn’t alone.”

Arthur raised his head at the voice heard above his head.

Arendt stood alone on the wall while her seniors rolled around on the floor.

Even in the midst of my confusion, I found that sight particularly annoying.

The newly appeared enemy was not a stranger.

‘I think you said Ain.’

Arendt recalled the name she had heard one day.

He was Roger’s right-hand man and ardent follower.

Arendt muttered in absurd terms.

“You want to kill me this badly?”

“Is that a word now, this is a ruined baby!

While Arthur was glaring nervously, Ain, who had been pulling himself together, readjusted his grip on his sword and charged at them again.

At the moment when Richt was responding to him naturally, Roger, who had narrowed the distance, ran towards Arendt.

Arendt quickly jumped down the wall.

Kwaaang!

By the hair’s breadth, Roger’s sword sliced ​​open the spot where he had been standing.

Roger clicked his tongue as he glanced at the empty space, leaving only fragments of the shattered wall.

“You’re as quick as a rat.”

Arendt had already run away with Arthur.

Licht also easily shook off Ain and followed behind them.

Even though Roger knew that Arendt was deliberately trying to lure him, he had no choice but to comply.

“Ain, don’t miss it.”

“yes.”

Ain, who had answered neatly, immediately kicked the ground. Roger, who had been looking back at the palace for a moment, also moved with him shortly after.

‘The darkness is with you.’

Those who do not fear God will one day be punished by heaven.

Roger had no doubts about it.