Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 164 (Part 1):

A melee unfolded where Helmut was. The horse couldn’t move due to the intoxicating scent the beast exuded. It was as if they had lost their legs.

The knights of Palma, having leapt off their horses, were encircled by the serpent as it unfurled its long body.

Despite striking the serpent’s body with their Vis-infused swords, none of their attacks landed effectively.

Clang! Clank! Clang! The backlash left their hands aching.

“Damn it, it’s so hard!”

“It’s a strong one!”

The giant serpent seemed to know how to strengthen its skin with magic. Its scales repelled even the Vis-infused swords.

Helmut narrowed his eyes.

“The magic isn’t tremendous, but it’s wielded skillfully. It enhances its skin instantaneously at the exact spots the swords strike.”

It was a demonic beast that had lived for many years. Just as the knights of Basor had grown accustomed to fighting demonic beasts, it seemed these creatures had also become familiar with battling humans.

‘Interesting.’

Its swift movements across the sand and its massive size put its opponents on edge.

Except for one, Helmut.

He had faced a being called the King of Snakes. This creature was but a cute challenge in comparison.

A more vis-intensive attack might penetrate the creature’s strengthened scales, but he needed to conserve strength here.

Thus, Helmut chose a secondary tactic.

‘Aim for the weak points.’

Perhaps thinking him an easy target, the beast opened its jaws wide.

Helmut did not avert his gaze from the glittering red eyes of the beast as it lunged at him.

The gaping maw swallowed the space Helmut had occupied. Crash!

The sand where he stood was hollowed out. Helmut had vanished as if swallowed whole.

“Hyde!”

“No?”

In the next moment, the serpent’s eyes widened. A potent Vis energy burst forth from within the creature.

-Kieeek!

A figure emerged from the beast’s neck, spilling black blood as it burst forth. Fizz!

It was Helmut, unharmed. As he gently landed, the giant body collapsed lifelessly. Thud!

Helmut glanced over at the now lifeless snake. Black blood poured from its trembling body, staining the white sand. Smoky fumes rose from the sand.

The creature’s core might have value, but the influence of its magic could not be ignored.

The weakest part was, indeed, the flesh. Helmut, having drawn upon Vis, had torn through it, protected from the poison.

He dusted off his clothes stained with the snake’s blood. Fortunately, the cloak given by Talon was durable enough to withstand some damage.

‘It’s a messy way.’

His clothes were expensive. It would be problematic if they were damaged.

But it couldn’t be helped. Helmut, who had chosen to be swallowed by the snake without hesitation, was eerily calm.

Even the members of the Palma Knights, who had fought countless demonic beasts, were astonished by his method of combat.

“He’s dangerously bold.”

“Fit for the final round of the tournament.”

“White.”

Helmut approached his horse and patted its back. Though standing, it didn’t look in good condition.

‘It’d be difficult if it died.’

Helmut’s gaze briefly shifted towards the village.

He could see two faint trails of dust speeding away from the village.

His exceptional vision allowed him to discern two figures within the dust clouds. His feet involuntarily twitched.

One knight offered words of consolation.

“It seems you’re fond of the horse. It’s just paralysis poison. It’ll wear off over time, so it should be fine.”

“Then, please take care of my horse.”

“What? Where are you going?”

As he exclaimed in confusion, Helmut’s figure vanished.

Without a horse, he had to run on two legs. But in this desert, he could run as fast as any horse.

His feet brushed across the sand. Only now did tension grip him.

The time had come. The Commander of the Palma Knights had begun to move. Any slip-up now could ruin everything he had patiently waited for.

‘Luke Yeager, I warned you to be careful.’

He followed without thinking. His brow furrowed.

‘You should be aware.’

He was with the Commander of the Palma Knights, a person of interest.

If he was aware, he might last a while, at least until Helmut arrived.

Tracking their trail wasn’t difficult. The dust stirred by their horse hooves hung in the air for a long time as particles.

Helmut felt those mist-like particles against his skin as he pursued them.

The Palma Knights rode horses accustomed to the desert. The two he was following did the same. Although the distance grew, he didn’t lose sight of them.

Yet, it wasn’t easy. His breath was ragged.

Soon, an unfamiliar landscape appeared. A cliff formed by several large rocks piled high.

Two horses stood in front of it. From where the horses were, Helmut took a deep breath.

His lungs felt painfully scorched. His throat was burning.

‘Luke Yeager.’

Helmut felt the strongest desire to hit someone he had ever experienced in his life.

A large hole appeared between the stacked rocks, seemingly leading inside the rock mountain.

Without delay, Helmut proceeded towards it.

He was now about to confront the strongest person he had met since coming to the human world, Lutus Cicero. Darien’s enemy.

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