The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 589- Demonic City (4)

"Yeah!!!"

Fists crashed against breastplates as the knights from the Temple of Light bellowed with thunderous might.

Reinhardt's declaration, amplified through his skill [Voice of Providence], blazed like an unstoppable inferno, igniting unbreakable determination in every heart.

Moments later, they vaulted onto their steeds and advanced in precise ranks trailing him.

Right before departure, he cast a quick glance back at Erza.

"Crimson Knight."

She stared back, arms crossed tightly over her chest.

"Do not destroy the nest until we return."

Erza's brow flickered in irritation.

Without another word, Reinhardt surged forward toward the Abyss Nest.

His knights pursued him without hesitation.

From behind, Erza tracked their forms as they neared the wavering barrier and got sucked inside completely.

"Damn Divine Paladin."

The curse slipped from her lips in a hushed grumble.

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The Abyss Nest's interior was a realm utterly transformed.

The city lingered, with its streets and edifices still present.

But thick, throbbing sheets of flesh had consumed it all.

Structures swelled like grotesque tumors, while veins twisted like agitated vipers.

Membranes sprawled across every surface, streets grew slimy and alive with tissue, meaty appendages dangled from above, and pools of corrosive slime pooled throughout the metropolis.

It felt as if they stood within the gut of a colossal beast.

Oppressive air choked their breaths, scorching lungs with each inhale.

Demonic essence hung so densely it prickled the skin, disorienting even elite knights.

Worse still, waves of debilitating curses accompanied it.

Terror... Despair... Insanity.

The sensation hit Reinhardt right away.

The Abyss Nest sought to consume them utterly.

Yet Reinhardt wouldn't allow it.

He swiftly invoked one of his titles.

[Wielder of the Divine Light].

A burst of luminescence exploded from him, enveloping all in brilliant warmth. The golden aura mimicked a dawning star, repelling the oppressive gloom.

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Instantly, the crushing weight and curses vanished like mist in sunlight.

"Listen up. This isn't a city anymore—it's the Abyss Nest's belly. Brace for assaults from all sides. Hold formation and remain vigilant."

Reinhardt barked orders with urgency.

In this shadowy, nightmarish domain, he shone as their guiding star, erasing all doubt from their thoughts.

Indeed, with the Commander by their side, fear held no power. This conviction gripped the knights like devout worship.

"Advance."

Reinhardt took point.

The Temple of Light knights followed in flawless array through the organic hellscape.

Deeper into the devoured capital they pressed, unveiling ever more horrors.

The Nest had remade the swallowed city into a glistening, biological wasteland.

Peril lurked in every shadow and alley.

Abruptly, Reinhardt signaled a stop with an upraised hand.

All gazes fixed on the obstacle ahead.

A vast depression of churning, viscous fluid sprawled before them.

A bog!

But not just any—

"Gastric acid."

Reinhardt uttered softly.

This bubbling morass, reeking of toxic green vapors and littered with partially digested human husks, was the Nest's own stomach juices.

"Form crossing lines."

At his word, knights leaped across using rubble and solidified fleshy protrusions.

Yet simplicity was an illusion.

Even in embryonic form, the Abyss Nest pulsed with life and awareness, viewing them as prey.

Abruptly, nearby walls convulsed and heaved. Ripping sounds reverberated as enormous tendrils of flesh burst forth from the architecture, lashing wildly like enraged snakes.

The vigilant knights drew blades and severed them swiftly.

But with fresh rips, endless more surged.

Any lesser force might have faltered amid the chaos.

The Temple of Light stood apart.

Forged by Reinhardt's brutal drills, fresh techniques, and battle-hardened grit, they repelled the onslaught effortlessly.

Enhanced further by his overpowered title buffs, even rookies battled like veterans.

Soon, they overcame the barrier unscathed.

"Keep moving."

Still, this was merely the beginning; greater abominations lay ahead.

Upon arriving at the plaza, a shocking sight greeted them that stunned many.

A pile of corpses towered like a mountain. Right before them, by the open area, lay hundreds—nay, thousands upon thousands of bodies.

Men and women, kids and elders—the entire populace from those eerie ghost towns they'd traversed earlier now piled up here.

Everyone stood frozen for an instant.

Deep down, they had all sensed something amiss, knowing full well that whole towns and cities in Lunaris couldn't just vanish without a trace.

Before plunging into the Abyss Nest, each had steeled their resolve.

Yet, the horrifying spectacle before their eyes rattled numerous knights. After all, knights weren't mere soulless war machines.

Nevertheless, this paralysis didn't persist.

Following their commander's orders, swords were drawn swiftly, with fierce battle auras surging from their forms as though confronting a formidable foe.

Almost immediately, the corpses began to stir.

Reddish glows flared in their empty sockets, bodies contorting savagely, bones snapping and elongating while flesh ballooned hideously.

In mere moments, the earth burst alive with motion.

Flesh Demons!

The knights instantly recognized the foes. They had clashed with these before—demonified knights served as a prime instance.

Fundamentally, they were identical: demonic forces twisting humans, seizing control of their lifeless remains and primal urges.

However, the latter proved far harder to combat.

Between demonified knights and demonified commoners, the stronger side was obvious.

Even so, against these basic flesh demons, the sheer volume posed a grave danger.

GRAAHHH!!

Emitting a guttural bellow, Lunaris's former residents, warped into hideous beasts, lunged forward.

Like a surging flood of tainted flesh, they swarmed the lanes, slashing and shrieking as they barreled toward the knights.

Reinhardt issued his orders with steady composure.

The Temple of Light knights maintained their ranks firmly. Shields raised high, one foot braced behind, they formed an impenetrable barrier.

The flesh demons soon slammed into the shield line.

Harsh screeches rang out across the defensive setup.

Cracks of shattering bones, clashes of steel, squelching of crushed forms, rips of splitting meat.

A chaotic symphony of noises overwhelmed the area.

Individually feeble, these demonified civilians had transformed into sturdy fodder upon corruption.

Indifferent to their own dismemberment or collapse, they hurled themselves at the knights with savage force.

The knights countered with rapid precision.

As allies pinned the Flesh Demons, others wielded blades and abilities to thin the horde.

[Holy Light], [Holy Shield], [Blessings of Valor], [Judgment Slash], [Radiant Ascension].

Skills detonated everywhere, banishing the gloom. Each stroke wiped out scores of demons, each burst shredded their lines.

However, replacements endlessly poured in for every fallen foe. The nest had devoured not just the capital but every settlement in Lunaris.

Picture the vast populace of a Seven Great Kingdom. Their count defied reckoning.

The nest was now releasing the full onslaught.

Yet, greater terrors loomed ahead.

To knights accustomed to battling superior adversaries, flesh demons amounted to mere cannon fodder.

Plain and feeble strikes, readily parried by the defenders—though the onslaught gradually drained their endurance.

Precisely the nest's scheme.

Suddenly, the earth quaked. Meaty barriers recoiled, the mob split open. A colossal entity, utterly enormous, revealed itself.

A gigantic flesh demon forged from merged corpses... hundreds, maybe thousands, fused into one squirming abomination.

Silent-screaming visages jutted from its enormous bulk. Limbs sprouted everywhere, resembling a thicket of clutching appendages.