The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 570- [Skill Alchemy]- [Einherjar] (2)

Greatswords, blades, spears, and halberds—all brimmed with a fearsome holy aura.

Anyone versed in the Temple of Light's recent teachings would spot the technique right away. It was, without doubt, [Lightforge Ascension].

But the display didn't end there. The radiant patterns inside her body flared brighter, surging her strength to incredible peaks.

"[Silver Resonance Drive]."

Delicia whispered the words softly. This was one of the formidable abilities she'd mastered back in her days as a Silver Shields knight.

She hadn't lost any of those techniques; they had just been slumbering deep inside her.

[Silver Resonance Drive]… a method crafted to convert defensive resolve into crushing offensive might.

Two techniques—exactly—beneath the crushing weight from Cerberus's leader, Delicia fully awakened her hidden power, bursting out with both skills.

Yet, the spectacle persisted.

A fresh energy, utterly distinct from the pair of skills, burst into being. It yanked the two abilities together, spawning a brand-new, unprecedented effect.

That enigmatic power caused the two skills to start merging.

The surge from triggering [Silver Resonance Drive] got pulled into the massive orb of sacred light hovering overhead.

Suddenly, in a breathtaking display, the orb contracted into a shining sphere, scarcely two meters wide.

What's more, its form transformed. Rather than becoming a weapon, it assumed a human-like shape.

The silhouette was entirely white, mirroring Delicia's features perfectly. Height and physique matched hers exactly.

"What is that?"

Kevin blurted out, his eyes bulging at the white form drifting in the air. The aura it emitted was so overpowering that the heat around spiked dramatically.

The other two, equally stunned, offered no reply. In truth, they couldn't.

Not one of them could identify the power Delicia had unleashed—or whether it even counted as a skill anymore.

Perhaps only Cerberus's leader remained untouched by the chaos, his sanity shattered.

It all transpired in a flash—from Delicia closing her eyes, unleashing two skills, to the white figure manifesting above. Barely a few seconds ticked by.

Cerberus's leader overlooked every detail, glaring at the drained Delicia with savage bloodthirst.

Only a short gap separated them, his blade moments from striking her.

At that precise moment, before the sword connected, the sky-floating white figure blinked out and reappeared before him at breakneck speed.

Under the stunned stares of all present, the Delicia-resembling white entity thrust out its arm.

A ray of golden-white destruction materialized, vaporizing whatever crossed its path.

The man dissolved into dust from the attack's fury. No struggle, no cry—just utter obliteration. Plain, straightforward, devastatingly lethal.

With the fight concluded, the ambient clamor returned. The smothering pressure lifted from the area.

The white figure, as though spent, fragmented into specks of light.

Delicia released a heavy breath of relief. In the next heartbeat, the toll of her efforts crashed over her, sending her into unconsciousness.

Nearby, having beheld the whole drama, Kevin, Gwen, and Rolan stood awestruck.

"Big sister is terrifying."

The other two nodded in full agreement.

But seconds later, they shook off the trance and dashed to Delicia to inspect her condition.

"She overdid it," Gwen murmured, sensing the turbulent waves in Delicia’s mana.

She had driven herself past her boundaries, injuring her mana pathways.

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Half a day afterward, as Delicia stirred awake, a subtle whiff of herbs and crisp bandages greeted her.

"Where?"

"You’re awake."

Her words barely escaped when a soft voice drew her gaze. Beside the bed sat Eleanor, absorbed in a book.

"This is the infirmary close to the filming location. You collapsed post-battle and got carried here by your companions." Relief flickered across Eleanor’s face as she spoke.

Fainted? The day's events rushed back as she recalled them.

Yes, amid the shoot, bandits struck. Eleanor got taken, so she charged in to save her. Then she clashed with the apparent bandit chief and got cornered.

To safeguard Eleanor, desperate combat was her only option.

Shockingly, her body's state began recovering during the fray, letting her tap a power that felt alien yet intimate.

Did that ability cause her blackout?

Delicia attempted to rise slowly, but Eleanor eased her shoulder down gently.

"Don’t move too much. The healers noted your mana channels took heavy damage."

"What happened after?" Delicia pressed, eager to confirm everyone's safety.

Eleanor shut her book and recounted the details she knew.

"Not long after you passed out, the local knights showed up. They cordoned off the site for a thorough probe. Learning the truth left them stunned"...

"The bandits were no common thugs. They hailed from the notorious mercenary group Cerberus. Each carried a price on their head. The knights revealed they'd orchestrated myriad kidnappings, hits, and slaughters."

Bandits, huh? With clear thoughts now, Delicia saw it fit—their prowess far exceeded typical outlaws.

"They dispatched hunter teams after the two fugitives. With their wounds and the landscape, escape is unlikely. Plus, since you all took them down, the bounties belong to you per the law."

"Bounties?"

Eleanor affirmed with a nod. "Yes. For Kevin, Gwen, Rolan, and you. The knights couldn't believe squires bested Cerberus operatives. Some inquired about your training order. Hearing Temple of Light, they paled in fear."

A faint smile graced her words' close. She rose and bowed low.

"Lady Eleanor?"

"Thank you. Without you, I might not be alive now."

Her tone quivered faintly, composure cracking. Trauma lingered, no matter her claims.

She dreaded the fate awaiting her in those men's grasp.

Delicia extended a hand softly, grasping the lady's.

"Lady Eleanor needn't thank me. Duty called me. Truth be told, I'm to blame too. As escorts, we missed the threat early, letting it snare you. Your safety brings me immense relief."

Had harm befallen Eleanor, facing Reinhardt would be impossible.

The women shared smiles.

Then the door swung open, breaking the calm as Kevin and crew burst in.

"Big sister Delicia!"

Kevin boomed cheerfully. Trailing were Gwen, Rolan, and more, faces blending concern and reverence.

Before Delicia straightened, queries assailed her.

Inquiries on her well-being, her strength, that final technique.

Eleanor cleared her throat to halt the barrage.

"Alright, stop bombarding her with questions. She just woke up and is still dizzy."

Only then did they back off sheepishly.

Delicia grinned warmly at her comrades' embarrassed looks, heart touched.

Calm restored, she turned gravely to Eleanor.

"What about the film?"

Somber faces answered.

The set lay ravaged like a warzone. Blood soaked the ground. Crew hurt, Eleanor nearly abducted. Halting production seemed inevitable.

Yet Eleanor shook her head. "We’re continuing."

Continuing?

All blinked in surprise.

"I talked to the director earlier. Once shock faded, he chose to press on."

"Isn’t that risky?" Kevin scowled.

"It is, so they've revamped security."

Eleanor detailed.

"The local knights are formally hired now. They'll station armed units around the perimeter, actors, crew, and supply lines. No unvetted folks near the set anymore."

Delicia, Silvia, and the rest nodded approval. It was prudent after tangling with that dreaded mercenary outfit.