Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 426 (Part 2):

Helmut raised his sword. A fierce energy surged from deep within him.

The Vis, soaring upward, flared like flames beyond his blade.

Even if attacks came from both sides, they weren’t perfectly synchronized. A mere sliver of a gap was enough.

Helmut drove his sword downward. *Kugagak!* This time, it wasn’t blocked. The Holy Knight, gathering sacred power, let out a grotesque scream as he was cleaved in two, armor and all.

Helmut spun, slashing his sword. His movements were as swift as a beam of light. His blade formed a barrier with Vis.

Unlike a mage’s barrier, this was a shield that shredded everything rushing toward him!

*Kwagwang!* The Vis, infused with demonic energy, clashed fiercely with the sacred magic.

But the collision was fleeting. It burst like fireworks and vanished.

Helmut’s vis was unyielding. The sacred magic he deflected dissipated into the air.

To affect the tightly sealed Seed of Darkness, sacred magic had to penetrate the body.

In other words, if it couldn’t even touch him, it was useless. Helmut frowned.

‘Blocking it does consume a lot of Vis.’

As a bearer of the Seed of Darkness, it was unavoidable. Dodging was the best option.

He had plunged so deep into enemy lines that he was too far from the mages’ protection.

The Black Wing Knights maintained their charge formation and followed him closely, but there was a risk of being surrounded.

‘Yet it’s effective.’

Like a towering spike, his bold advance drew all eyes to him.

The Temple’s formation began to falter.

As a result, the Black Wing Knights, with their relatively intact formation, handled their enemies with ease.

Hadn’t it been said their forces were lacking? But a formation could compensate for numbers.

This wasn’t a matter of weighing forces on a scale.

“Let’s go.”

Mounting a horse charging toward him, Helmut kicked the saddle without hesitation.

*Hihihiing!* The horse, as if fueled by his fervor, picked up speed. He couldn’t afford to stop, not even for a moment.

Sacred magic took time to manifest, and it targeted spaces, not individuals.

By moving swiftly, it would only strike uselessly where he had been.

‘Where are they?’

Like a ravenous beast, Helmut sought his prey. The presence of his allies behind him faded from his mind.

It didn’t matter if he fought alone against the enemy. A great commander was one who won.

A Sword Saint was one who could fight an army alone and emerge victorious.

Helmut was confident he could do it.

No premonition or instinct signaled any threat to him yet.

The god of death had turned its back on him.

Standing before him, it savored the scene he created with rapture. The white flocks were fine prey.

Helmut moved toward victory.

The unpleasant aura of holy power hung thickly all around.

Yet he followed only his senses.

Amid the haze, he felt a distinct, massive presence.

As he relentlessly cut down enemies, Helmut counted them. One, two… a total of five.

‘Five High Priests are here.’

Gathered in one place—how convenient, saving him the trouble of searching.

Or perhaps not, as they would protect each other, making them harder to face.

But there would be a way. Five. He’d heard there were six High Priests in total, so the Temple had truly mobilized an unprecedented force.

‘This will be worth facing.’

Yet something nagged at him. Wasn’t there another?

One more, with sacred power rivaling a High Priest. A Holy Knight with golden eyes.

That one had to be here.

‘Where is he?’

At that moment, a suppressed presence flared up from his side.

An intense burst of sacred power, like light exploding.

Helmut reacted instantly, turning his gaze. His sword was already there, perfectly positioned to meet the incoming strike.

*Kang!* Two swords clashed.

“Ugh.”

The jarring impact made his head go blank.

For the first time, Helmut’s sword wavered. His Vis was being consumed ruthlessly, melting into his blade.

The sacred power enveloping his opponent’s sword was so fierce that blocking its force was no small feat.

Helmut glared coldly at his assailant and spat, “A sneak attack? Fitting for your kind.”

The golden eyes meeting his held a hardened resolve. Having shed his former arrogance, the knight’s sword was even more formidable.

Helmut had already defeated him once. There could be no room for complacency.

“I am one who upholds Lumen’s will. I merely do my utmost to vanquish the enemy.”

And Lumen answered his steadfast resolve. The holy sword in his hand radiated energy.

“You, bearer of wicked and impure power, must be vanquished without fail.”

The heat of the holy power rising from his sword felt as if it could sear flesh.

He wielded the most powerful of Lumen’s sacred artifacts. A force greater than a High Priest’s was imbued in his blade.

This one could keep Helmut pinned down.

In the encirclement closing around him, exposed to concentrated sacred magic, it would be over.

Yet in this moment of crisis, a smile played on Helmut’s lips.

A composure that seemed to look down on the danger from above.

Levant, the Holy Knight whose real name was revealed, didn’t dwell on that enigmatic smile.

The High Priests’ sacred magic was taking form, directed at him. If their magic struck, no bearer of the Seed of Darkness could survive.

Levant shouted with fervor, “I’ll sever your head and offer it on the altar!”

He drew upon the holy sword’s power and swung.

He expected the Vis laced with demonic energy to crumble before his sacred sword, now unleashed with its true might.

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