Betrayal Knight’s Joyful Faith - Chapter 446



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The Cheerful God of Betrayal Chapter 446

Acting is the actor’s way of showing himself to the world.

Even when performing perfect method acting, it was the actor himself who recited the lines while showing his gestures.

Even though he finds motifs from outside and reenacts them through acting, the actor’s personal interpretation and experience inevitably end up being incorporated into it.

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

Rather than making everything up, it was much easier to immerse myself than usual by taking out what I saw, felt, and my current emotions and using them appropriately.

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

As she 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 was the great gods, but choosing a target for his anger wasn’t difficult.

“Never let me approach Lady Jiklin!”

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

His intentions were being accepted without much difficulty.

The evidence was the sound of the priests cursing and Arthur and Licht following them with desperate faces.

“Even though he looks like a corpse lying around in a mess, he still knows who the real deal is.”

Arendt burst into laughter and strongly raised the power of her frosty hands.

The priests, sensing the crisis, quickly tried to defend, but the silver frost extended its hand equally to everyone.

The priests, who had been frozen without even being able to fight back, were turned into shards of ice and fell to the ground in a thud as Arthur and Licht attacked them.

The three of them did not look back and focused only on moving forward, cutting down the enemies in front of them.

The elven warriors desperately tried to catch up with them.

Those who fell behind fought the enemies from the rear, and a long procession 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.

Besides, if the knights in the vanguard charged into the castle like this, there would definitely be many stragglers.

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

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

Boom, bang!

Ghouls screamed and sprayed blood as gunpowder exploded everywhere.

From the rear, arrows fired by friendly forces poured down like rain.

The arrows that hit the enemy’s weak points with the exquisite aim of the elf archers exploded by surprise with the subsequent magic of Shekinah, causing even more damage.

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

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

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

“Throw the oil bottle!”

“yes!”

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

Hurrruk!

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

Red flames burned fiercely and engulfed the ghouls who were just trying to regenerate and raise their bodies.

“Keeeeeek!”

“Keeeek, keeeeeeek!”

The ghouls writhe and scream.

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

If you suffer a severe burn, the wound cannot be healed. The priests who knew this tried their best to avoid the fire, but what greeted them as they retreated was the extreme coldness emitted by the stolen relics.

Oh my god.

Arendt ran towards the gate, leaving her enemy frozen in place as he charged.

“Close the door! Don’t let them get to you!”

As one of the priests shouted, the waiting people hurriedly pushed open the gate.

Creak.

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

Arendt pressed on, charging forward even faster.

“You’re so ugly, why are you bothering me?”

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

A white frost settled on the spot where he had been strongly hit. Countless attacks poured down on Arendt, who was floating in the air, but Licht and Arthur immediately followed and covered him.

Kwajik!

Arendt spun around in the air and jumped once more, using the nearby priest as a stepping stone.

The priest, who was frozen before he could even respond, was killed in vain by Licht’s flashing sword before he could even attempt to escape from the ice prison.

Richt shouted.

“Open the back, Arthur!”

“yes!”

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

The soldiers of the kingdom had already retreated and were keeping the ghouls in check. Behind them, gunpowder explosions continued, and right behind them, elf warriors were fighting.

‘But Arendt told me not to follow her.’

We needed at least one more power.

With Arthur joining in, the elves were able to catch up with the knights with ease. Meanwhile, Licht and Arendt were dealing with those trying to block the gates.

A hastily summoned giant ghoul blocked the two people’s path.

A large hammer, befitting his massive physique, fell straight at Arendt.

Kaaaaang!

But the sledgehammer was blocked by Licht. In a split second, Arendt pulled away and Licht took her place.

“… … !”

Licht, who had raised his sword, struck the hammer with great force.

Kwaaang!

With the strong sword wind that Licht had created, the ghoul lost its balance and staggered back a step. Licht did not miss the gap and jumped forward to cut off the giant’s neck.

Kuung!

The head hit the ground with a heavy thud. Licht brought down his sword again, cutting off the shoulder that held the weapon as well.

“Keeeeek!”

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

Licht, who landed safely while covered in blood, immediately followed Arendt and left.

A ghoul that had lost its head and one arm was raging, waving its remaining arms and legs in the air. The head, rolling on the ground, was screaming with its mouth wide open.

“Keeeeeek! Kueeeeeek!”

That too for a moment.

puck.

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

He leapt forward and cut off the remaining arm of the giant ghoul that was swaying in all directions, aiming for another enemy.

Crunch!

Arthur landed on the ground with his cleanly severed arm, crushing it completely just as he had crushed his head earlier.

“Let’s go together, please!”

As Arthur absentmindedly left, 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 door! Close the door!”

The priest who had been cursing turned into a pure white ice statue after his last shout.

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

Elf warriors, who had been following them closely, rushed in and destroyed the lock on the gate so that it could not be locked.

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

“We will hold you in check here! We wish you success!”

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

The movements were smooth, as if several people were one body.

“Those guys… … .”

Even the fearless priests could not help but look weary in the face of this unstoppable momentum.

Arendt did not slow down her running pace and continued swinging her sword.

As if dancing, light footsteps followed, and a white frost settled on the blood-soaked battlefield. However, new blood soon dotted the area, erasing the traces.

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

This battlefield was a play for the play’s sake.

A hastily constructed, crude stage set to perfect the stage of a heroic epic comedy.

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

* * *

“If you’re so worried, why don’t you send more people? Or just don’t send them at all.”

Only after the rider spoke to him bluntly was Lyos able to take his eyes off the other side of the gate.

“I couldn’t help it 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.

What had once been a giant in appearance 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 paid no attention to them and simply went back to finding their enemies and engaging in battle again.

“… … .”

Kkwaduk!

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 gates! The miracle soldier has been defeated!”

“Never let the gates pass!”

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

Crunch!

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

“You little monsters, how dare you block the captain’s path.”

Glenn clicked his tongue angrily and brushed away the 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.

“… … .”

He only suffered minor injuries, and failed to even inflict any real wounds on Leo and the knights.

“You little monsters… … .”

The battle priest captain groaned.

I couldn’t believe it even though I saw it with my own eyes.

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

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

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

The captain ordered with his fists clenched.

“… … Prepare to meet the enemy.”

Even at this moment, the hero was approaching them.

The tightly locked gates were no obstacle to Laius.

Lyos swung his holy sword lightly with an expressionless face.

Kwaaaaang!

With a single strike, the thick gate was instantly shattered, opening the way for the hero.

Beyond the broken gate, enemies were lined up, but Laius entered the castle with precise steps as if he could not see them at all.

“… … .”

Thud, thud.

In the quiet room, only the sound of Laius’s footsteps could be heard.

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 instincts.

But for some reason, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even step back or give any orders.

The priests’ clouded gazes seemed captivated and would not leave the hero.

As Raius stopped walking, a silence fell that was not very appropriate for a 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 absent-minded, was only able to come to his senses the next moment after the head of the person guarding him exploded.

“… … .”

Chul-chul.

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

My bones are frozen.

There was no time to even confirm the attack with one’s own eyes.

Just once, the hero swung his sword as if it were a greeting, and countless priests were turned into pieces of flesh and spread out on the floor.

The hero declared in a callous voice, facing the disaster he had created.

“Then I will go first. Get ready.”

To the priests there, it was a single word that was tantamount to a death sentence.