Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 432 (Part 1):

There was but a single enemy, yet that lone foe now threatened them all.

They had come to know Helmut’s strength.

The chilling might of a man who, alone, had breached the Temple’s army, shattered Lumen’s First Sword, and stood before them.

The moment Helmut quickened his pace, the priests raised their hands in unison.

Terror surged like a beast baring its fangs, hot on their heels.

Squeezing out every ounce of strength, they unleashed a torrent of sacred magic.

White magic rained down upon him like a storm.

*Kiaaaang! Kwashuk!*

The world was dyed in white. Helmut’s vision filled with blinding light.

Relying solely on instinct, he had to dodge the relentless deluge of sacred magic.

To him, imbued with dark energy, it was akin to a rain of death.

Yet, there were still over a hundred priests, and evading every attack was near impossible.

‘I’ll cut through.’

How many times could he do it? There was no time to gauge his remaining Vis.

His ash-gray sword sliced through the air.

With his blade, he shattered the core of the intangible sacred magic, rendering the enemy’s assaults futile.

Helmut still did not know that the Temple’s forces were retreating to their homeland.

The High Priests and priests remained intact, and this was the heart of their army. Behind him, Holy Knights pursued.

With so many of the Temple’s forces still present, he had no knowledge of how the battle back in Renosa was unfolding.

Even if the Black Wing Knights fought valiantly, the overwhelming disparity in strength likely meant they were being pushed back.

Having broken the barrier, the priests, sensing their crisis, would likely call back the forward troops.

But that would only worsen his situation.

‘Then I’m in danger.’

Helmut calmly assessed his predicament.

It was dire.

Yet, he knew exactly how to turn it to his advantage.

Capturing a High Priest.

That had been his intent from the start.

Amid the storm of sacred magic, he survived.

Remarkably unscathed. A few steps ahead, he saw the priests.

Like docile lambs, incapable of resisting even if a murderer swung a blade at them.

Without sacred magic, they could only wail, powerless to cause physical harm.

But then, an immense wave of sacred power surged.

From above, a colossal net-like sacred spell, cast by the High Priests, descended upon him.

There was no space to evade the staggered assault.

Even cutting through it with his sword would cost an immense amount of Vis.

Helmut reached out.

Grabbing a fleeing priest by the scruff of his neck, he hoisted him as a shield.

The man was of considerable build.

*Kwassss!*

His pale body served admirably as a shield.

Helmut tossed the priest, who had fainted upon being seized, to the ground.

*Kuogwang!*

“Agh!”

The body, hurled toward the High Priests, knocked down several priests before coming to a stop.

‘A decent weapon.’

Helmut immediately kicked off the ground, launching himself forward. The priests, who had been pouring sacred magic down to the earth, scattered like a swarm of bees as he closed in.

With their backs turned, they no longer had the strength to attack him.

But the High Priests unleashed sacred magic upon him.

More refined and powerful than the priests’, their spells came in rapid, precise succession.

Helmut employed the same tactic, using priests as shields multiple times.

He minimized his losses, but the exposed parts of his body burned fiercely.

A searing pain, like boiling water poured over him. His brow furrowed instinctively.

‘Damn High Priests. Like an inexhaustible spring.’

Despite expending tremendous sacred power, they showed no signs of weakening.

The sacred magic raining down on him retained its devastating potency.

A force capable of burning dozens of Helmuts alive.

Had he not devised the method of using priests as shields, he would have fallen long ago.

“Ugh, ah…!”

A young priest, tripping over his own legs, fell to the ground.

His pale, trembling face, writhing as he stared at Helmut, was youthful.

Perhaps only thirteen or fourteen.

Crawling backward on his rear, shaking violently, he likely saw Helmut as a demon king.

Pity was a luxury, and no mercy could be expected from Helmut for a priest.

Yet, he felt no desire to slaughter an opponent who had lost all will to fight.

*Thwack!*

Helmut kicked him, knocking him unconscious, and moved on.

Ensuring he couldn’t be targeted from behind was enough.

He felt, without needing to prove it to anyone, that the darkness within him did not control him.

The sacred power in the air left countless marks, large and small, across his body. The sacred energy that had grazed him countless times suppressed the hot, destructive urge akin to bloodlust.

It had always been so. Even before the Seed of Darkness was sealed…

Perhaps that was why the Temple was a necessary evil.

‘Not that I want to admit it.’

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