Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 430 (Part 2):

As he became aware of the wound, a realization flashed through his mind.

‘That’s it. This could be useful.’

Helmut had nearly achieved his goal of breaking through an army alone.

Ahead, he saw a translucent barrier—a sacred barrier created by the priests.

While the Temple’s forces were pushed forward, clashing with Latona’s troops, the priests were gathered in the rear. At their very center stood the High Priests.

Five High Priests were watching Helmut.

His greatest and oldest enemies. At last, he stood before them.

Though the barrier stood in his way, their gazes were vivid.

Haughty and arrogant, yet tinged with slight astonishment at seeing Helmut reach this point.

Since the Demon King’s War a thousand years ago, Helmut was the greatest threat the Temple had ever faced.

The corners of Helmut’s mouth curled upward. A savage smile.

‘You who tried to kill me—you failed. Now, it’s your turn to die.’

Memories flooded back—countless suffocating moments. Times he had to kill or be killed to survive, moments when even survival left him broken.

Times he lived feeling a glimmer of hope amid pain and endurance.

He had fallen to the abyss, endured its torments, and climbed back to stand before those who had given him that life. What words could describe this feeling?

Their duty and Helmut’s life had clashed fiercely.

But Helmut had survived to the end, and now their duty would shatter.

The moment Helmut faltered, sacred magic would strike him directly.

For the High Priests, who had always chased elusive targets, this prey delivering itself must be a welcome turn.

‘Do you really think so?’

Helmut charged forward and thrust his sword toward the barrier.

Infused with Vis, it pierced a single point.

*Kwabang!*

A heavy roar shook the entire barrier. Several priests spat blood and collapsed.

“Aaagh!”

*Zzzzt.*

As his Vis was purified by the barrier, it shimmered a brilliant blue-white.

The priests trembled at his relentless assault.

“How dare he!”

“Such ferocity, charging like a beast!”

“We must purify him!”

Amid the outcry, a figure slowly stepped out from beyond the barrier.

Levant. Helmut furrowed his brow at the sight of the man he vaguely recalled as ‘that unlucky guy who keeps getting in the way.’

‘He got here fast.’

Instead of pursuing Helmut from behind, Levant must have circled around on horseback to arrive first.

Helmut’s destination was obvious, after all. With blazing eyes, Levant declared to Helmut:

“You won’t touch this barrier until you get through me!”

Watching Helmut cut down his comrades, Levant had trembled with rage.

Their deaths, offered unflinchingly for the holy war, were sacred, but the grief and anger of their loss were unavoidable.

It was because he had once failed to stop this evil being before him. Because he had been lacking!

‘I won’t let my guard down. I’ll kill him here and now.’

Even if it meant sacrificing himself, Helmut would die here.

Levant steeled his burning resolve. His sacred sword blazed with pure white light, as if channeling his will.

“I thought you’d fled, but here you are, hiding behind the High Priests to fight.”

Helmut spat mockingly, eyeing Levant’s condition.

Enhanced by the High Priests’ sacred magic, Levant exuded an immense aura.

His muscles were activated, his focus sharpened, and holy power filled him to the brim.

The Temple had realized that swarming Helmut with lesser foes posed no threat.

The High Priests weren’t idle. They had honed Levant into peak condition to face Helmut alone.

He was the knight chosen by the sacred sword, the champion to slay the evil one with the Seed of Darkness.

That was their perfect vision.

Though Levant had lost once before, it was due to insufficient preparation.

Unlike Helmut, who fought burdened by demonic energy, Levant now had every condition and support to unleash his full potential.

Seeing Levant, his perfect antithesis, Helmut felt a surge of displeasure.

‘An unlucky guy. Or perhaps a lucky one?’

Then he’d make today the unluckiest day of Levant’s life.

With death!

“Come at me.”

Helmut flicked his fingers provocatively.

The weaker one gets the first move.

Levant charged like an enraged bull, swinging his sword.

*Buuung!*

With a resounding noise, sacred power surged from the holy sword, cleaving the air as a massive blade.

Yes, the air.

“Even if you wield great power, if you lack the skill to control it—”

Helmut added curtly.

“You’re merely swayed by that power.”

And what allowed one to master such power was an absolute realm of skill.

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