Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 431 (Part 1):

*Crunch!*

The moment the sword flew in and pierced his shoulder, a groan escaped Levant’s lips.

Before he could even fully exhale the groan, a second sword came hurtling toward him.

His enhanced recovery immediately began to mend the wound, but it couldn’t keep up with the speed of the attacks.

A gray sword soared toward him like a hawk.

Its target: his head. A fatal strike if it landed. Levant raised his sword to defend.

Holy power spread like a shield around his blade, protecting him. But the gray sword twisted its trajectory.

*Crack!*

The sound of armor peeling away from his side echoed. A searing, burning pain flared up.

Levant endured the agony and adjusted his sword. The enemy was fast, but he had never thought their speed was beyond his ability to counter.

Yet, somehow, neither his attacks nor his defenses were going as planned.

“This… this!”

The holy sword, swung in a fit of rage, sliced through empty air.

*Whoooosh!*

It was a sword imbued with such power that even a graze could melt bones with holy energy.

But Helmut didn’t allow even a graze. He was as swift as a bird, toying with his enemy effortlessly.

If a bird’s fragile wings are injured, it cannot soar. But if it avoids injury, it remains free.

It was an immersion so intense it felt as if his blood had frozen, numbing his senses. Helmut’s gaze, locked on his target, was chillingly cold.

Helmut’s sword was like a needle.

Not inherently lethal, but it relentlessly chipped away at Levant’s body.

The wounds accumulated faster than his body could heal.

Levant was crumbling rapidly.

‘This… this is impossible!’

Levant’s eyes widened in shock. He held the holy sword, its full power unleashed, in his grip.

He had received the blessings of the High Priests. He stood at the heart of the sacred army.

It made no sense that he was being overwhelmed so one-sidedly.

Yet this incomprehensible reality was unfolding before his very eyes.

Helmut methodically pressed his attack.

His strategy was simple.

Dodge Levant’s attacks and strike at any opening.

In the finals of the martial tournament, Levant’s sword had been unyielding.

A power he had slowly honed and mastered completely.

Every swordsman has a limit to the power they can wield.

Within the scope of their swordsmanship, their skill is maximized.

The range in which a swordsman fully controls their power through their swordsmanship is called their realm.

Even if immense power is suddenly granted, one does not become strong in proportion to that power.

It hadn’t been long since Levant had fully mastered the power of the sacred sword.

Moreover, no matter how much holy magic the High Priests poured into him, he couldn’t fully harness it.

‘He gained power far beyond his capacity.’

And now, it was time to pay the price. Helmut regarded his enemy with cold eyes.

*Whiiiing!*

The holy sword, swung not merely as a blade but as one with holy power, was formidable.

Its might was so great that even Elaga wouldn’t dare ignore it. But an attack that doesn’t land is meaningless.

‘The obsession with crushing me with holy power. The raw strength to wield it. He’s being controlled by his own power, unable to move as he intends.’

Imprecise and inaccurate, a reckless sword. Reacting and evading it was effortless.

Helmut was one who had reached the pinnacle. Levant’s movements were as clear as day to him.

Piercing through him would be no easy task, but with such crude attacks, it became almost trivial.

His body naturally opened up, his movements exaggerated.

Helmut saw countless openings in Levant’s swordsmanship that he had never seen before.

Openings, yet ones that required Helmut, bearer of demonic energy, to risk injury to exploit.

But having come this far, there was no turning back.

This Holy Knight was the final barrier. He could no longer be ignored or bypassed as before.

‘And he’s somewhat useful, too.’

Levant, seemingly obsessed with protecting the High Priests, stood with his back to their barrier.

All the holy magic directed at Helmut was blocked by Levant’s body.

Holy power absorbs holy power.

Helmut had realized this earlier while using a Holy Knight as a shield. As long as he fought with Levant as his shield, he was safe from holy magic.

Murmurs rose from within the barrier. Should they go out to help? Should they fight?

The Holy Knights hesitated, fearing they’d only get in the way if they rushed in recklessly.

With their forces focused solely on Helmut, the army of Renosa was no less formidable.

Their opponents were the elite of Renosa, the Black Wing Knights.

The bodies of Holy Knights felled by Helmut must have piled into a mountain. Inspired by his valor, their morale surged, and they advanced toward this place in his wake.

Despite the absolute disparity in numbers, it was the Temple that found itself at a disadvantage.

And the one who had created this situation was none other than Helmut.

‘It’s about time for the end.’

Helmut prepared a fatal strike.

This was a hunt he had invested considerable effort into. The wounded prey stood before him.

Levant’s white armor was stained crimson with the blood he had spilled.

His body was covered in wounds, large and small. His body, wracked with heat from repeated damage and recovery, was enveloped in fever.

His senses dulled gradually, and impatience and maddening rage clouded his mind.

A prey within his grasp.

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