Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 482 (Part 2):

If the humans gathered here weren’t elites, they wouldn’t have been able to fight properly at all.

The demonic beasts attacked relentlessly, day and night, while human numbers were limited.

Rotating shifts wasn’t even feasible.

They destroyed the barrier as they climbed, and mages repaired it while casting barriers.

But the defense line was wavering.

One clever beast took advantage of the concentrated assault, leaping over the barrier and infiltrating inside.

A few who were resting hurriedly gave chase.

“We can’t let it get away!”

“Village soldiers can’t stop it! Not even one!”

Nearly all capable forces were concentrated at the barrier. The rest were guarding their own capitals.

Forces didn’t extend to these remote villages. A single demonic beast could massacre an entire village.

So, not even one could be allowed through.

Tracking it wasn’t hard. But what came after was the problem.

The demonic beast that entered the forest turned the tables on the humans hastily pursuing it and devoured them.

It was a beast that had lived in the Forest of Roots. The forest was advantageous terrain for it.

Ambushing and eating the pursuers was a natural idea.

When had a demonic beast in the Forest of Roots ever been chased by humans?

It had simply been waiting. For the humans to crawl in, ripe for eating.

“Damn squirrel bastard.”

The lone surviving mercenary spat a curse. Tension made sweat pour down his body.

Even if it resembled a squirrel—though hideous enough to make a real squirrel flee in terror—it was still a demonic beast.

Its movements were wickedly agile. It leaped from tree to tree, devouring the advance party.

His comrades were already all bitten and gone. He was the only one left.

But soon, he would follow them.

Rushing too hastily had been their downfall.

‘Is this the end for me too?’

His experience and skill meant nothing against an absolute superior foe.

But as despair threatened to consume his eyes, a firm resolve soon bloomed. No, it was too early to give up.

Where there’s a will to live, there’s a way. Reinforcements would arrive soon.

They were nearing the forest entrance. He couldn’t sense the beast’s presence. Had it given up after gorging on human flesh?

……No, that couldn’t be.

A shadow fell first. The mercenary instinctively raised his sword.

Crunch! Crash!

A powerful impact jolted his grip. He dropped the sword and tumbled back, sensing death.

But then.

Swoosh!

The shadow’s head split in half, its reflection appearing on the ground.

A pungent bloody stench rose in the air. The mercenary lifted his head.

A man stood there.

“Why are you alone?”

Pale white skin, with eyes and hair as dark as night.

He had severed the demonic beast’s head with a single strike.

“I lost my comrades and was retreating.”

The mercenary swallowed and answered.

He thought he knew who this man before him was. With such prowess.

“Are you perhaps.”

At that moment, shouts came from afar.

“Are you okay over there?”

“Did you get the demonic beast?”

Dozens of mercenaries came rushing in. They halted upon seeing the one who had slain the beast.

“Helmut! No…… Lord Helmut?”

It was Tanya from the Face Mercenary Corps. She stared at him—Helmut—with a face full of shock and surprise. Everyone did.

The Face Mercenary Corps had heard the rumors about him. They all remembered Helmut.

How could they easily forget their lifesaver?

“You’ve returned safely! Thank goodness!”

They knew that those who had gone to the Forest of Roots had succeeded in their mission.

Everyone had been watching the movements in the Forest of Roots.

But then, the powerful spatial distortion that occurred in the center of the Forest of Roots.

The area around the forest center had been utterly devastated. Surviving there wouldn’t have been easy.

The likelihood that those who went there had died was high.

But those waiting hadn’t let go of the thread of hope.

And Helmut was here.

“Tanya.”

Helmut looked at her in surprise. Not just her, but the people from the Face Mercenary Corps.

Phien, her brother; Maros, Sean, Bern, Uter—those he had carried out the mission with.

Now, after more than five years, their faces were unfamiliar yet similar to those in his memory.

The faint nostalgia from when he first emerged from the Forest of Roots, filled with hope, resurfaced.

“What happened? Why did you appear here?”

“The gate opened nearby.”

Just moments ago, Alea had succeeded in opening the dungeon’s entrance. It was in this vicinity.

Helmut had detected a demonic beast here and came this way, while the rest headed straight to the barrier.

They were a force even stronger and more intact than when they left. They would be a great help. Enough to lead this war to victory and more.

“Thank you for saving my life.”

Helmut stared blankly at the mercenary who bowed his head.

Because he resembled someone he knew.

“Ethan Kudrow?”

“……He’s my father.”

So Ethan’s son was working as a mercenary. What a surprising coincidence.

Darien had saved Ethan, and Helmut had saved his son. History was repeating itself.

After a brief pause, Helmut spoke.

“I owe Ethan too. Save your thanks for your father.”

Having finished speaking, Helmut looked around.

“No time for chit-chat. Head to the barrier.”

The war would continue for a while yet.

And…….

Many things still awaited Helmut.

Once he tied up all those loose ends, he would have the leisure to look back.

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