Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 197 (Part 1):

The dusk was settling down—a prolonged battle.

Crack! Helmut breached the barrier, piercing through the knight’s defense.

His fingertips tingled. His heart clenched suddenly. A metallic taste filled his mouth, as if blood was flowing backward.

Helmut resisted the holy power trying to infiltrate his body, thwarting it with a surge.

Even for Helmut, a battle where not even a single mistake was permissible brought on extreme fatigue.

He had to be aware of the internal enemy, the seed of darkness that could convulse in the holy power at any moment.

‘There isn’t much left now.’

Each time a barrier was shattered, the blood of a priest was scattered.

Barriers are directly connected to mental strength. Each time a barrier was broken, the priest who had cast it suffered internal injuries and fell, rolling on the ground.

Other priests hastily cast new barriers, but Helmut’s sword was faster than the speed at which the barriers were erected.

He sliced through the neck of a priest writhing on the ground, and did the same to other priests who fell into panic at the sight of their comrade’s blood.

The remaining knight attacked Helmut too late and was overpowered.

Helmut quickly withdrew his body, knowing that engaging further would expose him to sacred magic.

Leaving the knight and selectively killing the priests, Helmut reliably completed this task as always.

The densely wooded terrain of the forest aided his stealthy movements.

Among the five divided groups, two were completely massacred by Helmut.

Where Helmut passed, sacred magic belatedly fell and scattered meaninglessly.

Attack before being attacked and withdraw. An effective combat strategy.

“An evil demon indeed.”

High Priest Pascal, who was preparing a major purification, clicked his tongue at the sight.

However, his purification magic was almost complete. The moment Helmut targeted the third barrier, Pascal would be ready to take him down.

Even if he withdrew his body immediately, it wouldn’t be safe. It was the High Priest’s sacred magic. To block it, Helmut would nearly exhaust all his power.

Light reflected whitely from Pascal’s grasp. A powerful purification magic, embodying the essence of the High Priest’s power, was waiting for its time.

Finally, Helmut moved. He struck like an arrow, smashing the third barrier.

Another knight survived, but it didn’t matter. He killed the priest and the unsupported knight next. That was the order.

Screams erupted among the targeted priests.

“My God, Lumen!”

“Lord, save us!”

Pascal’s hand moved. Just as his condensed purification magic, like a miniature sun, was about to be cast, a cold voice flowed from behind.

“Alea of Lightning.”

‘No!’

It was a delicate soprano voice. The unexpected voice chillingly pierced through the eardrum.

Soon, a tremendous shock struck the High Priest. The weak barrier he maintained while preparing purification was broken, collapsing his mental strength to that extent.

“Ugh!”

Pascal knelt on the ground. The completed purification magic dispersed pathetically on the spot, with sacred power whitening everything there.

Meaningless exhaustion. The magic of purification literally cleansed the magical energy. It did not affect mages.

Alea stood unaffected by the power of purification, her presence solid on the spot.

She had stealthily killed her presence until the counterattack.

Looking at the beautiful silver-haired mage, Pascal’s eyes trembled. A cold gaze.

An overlooked existence. Alea had been asleep, not dead.

“Flame Spear! Tempest Wings!”

The lips that uttered the first spell then recited several attack spells.

Pascal desperately pulled up the remaining holy power to defend, but his body, already struck once, could barely resist.

His blackened head scattered ashes as blood flowed from between his teeth.

Pascal finally realized he was going to die. As a High Priest of Lumen, he had never thought he would face defeat.

Pascal, face-down on the ground, barely moved his lips, begging in the face of approaching death.

“Save, save me! Anything, I’ll do anything!”

His subordinates were still being slain by the dark-haired boy at this moment. No one was left to stop the advancing mage. Their eyes filled with dread.

“Die arrogantly, as a High Priest should. Lumen will welcome you with open arms.”

Alea prepared the last magic, one that could turn the High Priest to ashes.

“Now that it has come to this, I must completely erase any trace.”

Alea made a ruthless decision.

As Pascal looked up at her as if she was the Grim Reaper, a memory flashed through his mind. He mumbled as if realizing something.

“You, you resemble… a woman I know. Heike, that witch! The temple’s enemy!”

Alea muttered indifferently.

“You found out too late.”

“But the remaining kin of that witch was a woman…”

“It doesn’t matter. Good bay.”

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