The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 569- [Skill Alchemy]- [Einherjar]

Shoving aside the notion, Cerberus's leader struck once more, this assault fiercer and packed with greater power.

In a frenzy of clanging metal and murderous aura, the duo blurred across the battlefield, their forms flickering in and out, etching deep wounds into rock and ground with every clash.

Their showdown turned into a tempest—a whirlwind of slashing blades. Each blow brimmed with deadly purpose. Each block evaded doom by the slimmest margin.

Sparks flew alongside blood and chunks of broken earth. The raw ferocity of their confrontation forced even those locked in their own battles to glance toward the pair.

What’s happening? Isn’t that our boss? Who’s he battling?

How is that guy holding him off?

Questions flooded the minds of Cerberus's thugs. A deadly lapse that dulled their actions and exposed vulnerabilities.

Chance!

Kevin, Gwen, and Rolan wouldn’t miss such a gap. Silently, they poured forth their full might.

Kevin swung [Tiamat], activating [Crimson Field] to slap debilitating effects onto his foe.

The bald thug scarcely glimpsed the blow that felled him. His fellow bandits met the same swift end.

Dense mist enveloped Gwen’s battleground.

Her blade gleamed, encasing and slaying her enemy before a cry could escape their lips.

Rolan barreled ahead, chaining his abilities and unleashing chaos upon entering that frenzied state.

In mere heartbeats, the tide of battle turned.

The last two Cerberus members chasing Eleanor watched their allies fall one by one like dominoes.

Grasping that the situation had soured and they’d misjudged these kids, they bolted shamelessly, abandoning their chief.

Kevin, Gwen, and Rolan held back from chase; safeguarding Eleanor came first.

Confirming she was merely out cold and unscathed, they exhaled in relief and shifted focus to Delicia’s duel.

"That guy’s tough," Rolan stated bluntly. In her position, he’d struggle similarly. He might not fall, but victory wasn’t assured.

"He’s gotta be the bandit chief," Kevin remarked.

"Fool, they’re no mere bandits. Their techniques are way too refined and potent." Gwen broke down the scene.

This crew’s abrupt arrival, sneaking into the set undetected, plus their drilled moves—all screamed calculated intent, not chance.

Meanwhile, Delicia and Cerberus's leader traded savage blows.

He noted his team’s wipeout and the pair’s desertion. With the scheme ruined, he yearned to flee this spot fast.

Yet his rival proved trickier than expected. Skepticism turned to certainty: this woman had gained a level mid-clash.

Rare though it was, intense pressure could trigger level-ups sans Altar aid.

Tch... He cursed his misfortune inwardly and leaped away.

"Even at level 6, you can’t beat me. You know it now. Keep this up, and one of us drops. As a promising young knight from a noble order, you won’t waste your life on scum like me"...

"How about a truce? I’ll drop the woman, you let me walk."

Right then, escape was his sole desire, and swiftly. Lingering till local knights showed would doom him worse.

To his dismay, despite fatigue and wounds, Delicia gripped her sword with steady poise.

Noting her refusal to yield, Cerberus's leader grew annoyed. Beyond her, he eyed warily the youths who’d crushed his crew.

Though pressured heavily, fear didn’t grip him. Desperation breeds the fiercest strikes. If cornered, he’d unleash his hidden ace without qualms.

Delicia lunged, hammering the Cerberus leader with pinpoint ferocity.

White sacred power burst from her form, her sword chanting hymns with each sweep.

Relentlessly, she backed him into a trap, leaving him purely defensive, unable to counter.

For the first time in the fray, Cerberus's leader fell behind.

Gazing at the fresh crimson slashes across his flesh and his quivering limbs, he ground his teeth till they nearly splintered.

You’ll rue pushing me this far.

Wasting no seconds, he snatched at his belt pouch, fishing out an item.

In a flash, he gulped it down.

Just ere it vanished past his lips, Delicia, Kevin, and the rest glimpsed it instinctively.

A pill.

Shadowy, laced with scarlet veins.

What was that? The query died as chaos erupted.

BOOM...

The atmosphere exploded. A mighty blast wave ripped outward, hurling debris everywhere—the mansion, the set, corpses—all scattered in the blast.

Delicia and her comrades weathered the gale, eyes locked on the foe.

Suddenly, a fiendish presence exploded from Cerberus's leader, warping the air like shimmering heat. His frame swelled hideously, veins slithering over skin like writhing snakes.

In instants, his shape warped, inflating into a hulking, warped behemoth, hardly human.

"KILL... BLOOD!" A guttural bellow tore from his maw.

That presence!

Kevin, Gwen, and Rolan’s eyes bulged in alarm. They grasped what such power signified.

The trio exchanged glances.

This crushing force—they’d known it from drills, from brushes with death in training.

As Temple of Light’s rising knights, they’d endured Level 7 elites’ sessions.

That domineering might had flattened them, dragging them through torment just to persist.

Hence, they knew the mark of such strength.

Level 7!

"How’s that bastard hitting level 7 mid-fight?" Kevin balled his fists, face somber.

"Big sis Delicia can’t solo that—we gotta help." Rolan urged, advancing.

Yet a hand thrust out, halting them.

Kevin and Rolan gaped, whirling to Gwen.

"What’re you doing?!"

Ignoring their outcry, she watched Delicia stand firm amid the raging aura.

No dread or doubt in her gaze; sword steady, she confronted the beast with iron resolve, victory her sole focus.

Gwen murmured, "Big sis Delicia intends to take him solo."

What?!

Kevin and Rolan reeled in shock.

Unaware of her surge, they deemed it folly.

"But she’s just..."

"Don’t sell her short."

Gwen silenced Kevin’s words. As a prodigy, she spotted the evolved Delicia—leaps ahead of them.

Like calls to like: genius spots genius.

"She’ll triumph."

Whence her faith?

Dubious yet rooted, they guarded Lady Eleanor.

"Kill... kill... kill!"

Cerberus's leader lunged. Earth shattered and pitted under his stomps.

More than that, the atmosphere thickened near him, squeezed taut by his brute force.

Evidently, such might exacted a toll: his reason.

The mangled form of Cerberus's leader streaked, spanning the field instantly.

A torrent of slaughter crashed at Delicia, violence thick as a wave.

Meeting it, Delicia breathed out and shut her eyes.

Then, time froze; her mind dove deep. Memories flooded: agony, treason, bonds. She delved to her core, where resolve blazed.

Her eyes flew open.

Dazzling radiance flared from them; luminous white sigils etched her skin. Sacred power surged forth, piercing heavens as a miniature sun.

This orb of packed holy might morphed endlessly into varied weapons.