Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 426 (Part 1):

*Hihihihiing!* *Clank!* *Kang!* *Kagagang!*

Black and white. Two opposing forces, standing at opposite ends, clashed head-on.

Horses collided with horses, Holy Knights entangled with Black Wing Knights.

Above their heads, countless spells clashed and nullified each other. Chaos swept across the battlefield.

“You vile creatures, how dare you defy Lumen!”

“Invaders who misuse the name of God!”

Shouts filled with fervor and rage intertwined. To those locked in combat, the other was merely an enemy.

No matter that their foes donned pure white robes, the Black Wing Knights never forgot their duty.

Their duty to protect Renosa!

Before the large-scale battle erupted, the first to clash with the enemy was Helmut, leading the charge.

His sword cleaved through both the sacred magic hurtling toward him and the Holy Knight standing in his path.

*Seogeong!* Not even the sound of bone being sliced could be heard.

The Holy Knight, his neck severed, crumpled to the ground.

*Kugung!* *Hihihiing!* The horse, now without its master, reared its front hooves.

The horse, governed by holy power, lost its composure the moment its rider fell.

This caused the Holy Knights’ formation to waver.

“What in the—!”

It happened in an instant. The Holy Knights who witnessed it flinched involuntarily.

A terrifying display of skill. But their opponent was none other than Helmut.

The enemy the Temple of Lumen sought to eradicate. The reason they had come to Renosa.

Pale skin, black hair, and emotionless black eyes exuded an oppressive aura so thick it felt suffocating.

Behold the incarnation of the Demon King!

The Holy Knights were those who had devoted their lives to Lumen. Fear had no place in their mission to purge evil.

Regaining their resolve, the Holy Knights charged forward.

Helmut bared his teeth in a grin as he faced them.

He had avenged the fallen mage. The path ahead would not be lonely.

Countless deaths would accompany him here.

This was one of the rare moments when he could unleash his hidden brutality without restraint.

Even without the Seed of Darkness, Helmut believed he could never have been a good, virtuous human.

‘To take such joy in fighting and cutting down my enemies.’

Sparing matches or tournaments, where victory and defeat were decided in moderation, were merely trivial.

Moreover, this was Helmut’s first time fighting as part of an army.

Though he had no one reliable to guard his back.

No, perhaps there was one?

The Grand Duke was in the rear, but Alonso, the commander of the Black Wing Knights, followed closely behind.

With a face like steel, Alonso cut down enemies as well. There was no need for commands or strategy.

Helmut carved through whatever stood in his way, and the Black Wing Knights followed in his wake.

And Helmut’s momentum at the forefront was truly overwhelming.

“Haaagh!”

“You vile—!”

Before they could finish their cries, Holy Knights fell. One, then two.

It was as simple as swatting a swarm of rats.

Helmut’s sword was death itself. In the human world, his blade had been wielded under the constraint of not taking lives, but now it cast off those shackles without hesitation.

Thus, it displayed its full might without reserve.

A grayish hue. A Vis of an ominous color, neither pure darkness nor light.

Even with eyes wide open, no one could block his blade as it flew toward them.

*Kwajik!* Clashing swords snapped like twigs, and flesh was pierced like paper.

Bodies rolled onto the ground, trampled under hooves. A terrifying display of prowess.

How many among them could even hope to stand against him for a moment?

Amid the chaotic melee, he sensed the powerful aura of sacred magic directed at him.

*Tak!* Helmut kicked off his horse and leaped into the air.

Ironically, the sacred magic, designed to burn away demonic energy, had little effect on the horse he rode.

It merely staggered under the gale-like force of the holy power.

Leaping upward, Helmut plunged toward a nearby Holy Knight.

The knight, knocked off his horse by the impact, struggled to block Helmut’s sword.

*Kusak!* *Kwajijik!* The armor, pressed down with the sword, shattered as the blade dug into the knight’s chest before stopping. It was thick, heavy armor.

‘He resisted?’

The knight couldn’t fully block the sword’s power, but by raising his blade, he managed to halt it.

Helmut locked eyes with his opponent. The Holy Knight, teeth gritted, had a seasoned glint in his eyes.

His armor was more ornate than the others’, suggesting he held a high rank among the Holy Knights.

That meant he was a skilled fighter.

‘That armor won’t protect your whole body.’

As Helmut finished his fleeting observation and prepared to swing his sword again, he sensed it.

A surge of holy power emanated from his opponent, shifting from defense to offense.

Until now, Helmut hadn’t given them a chance to counterattack, but if they seized even a single opportunity…

Holy power surged toward him from both front and back.

Restrict his movements and strike with sacred magic.

The standard tactic for facing a bearer of the Seed of Darkness.

The Temple had hunted such beings countless times.

But the one they sought to hunt was, in turn, hunting them.

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