The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 590- Knight Giacomo

A massive pile of meat loomed before them, repulsive and utterly horrifying.

"Flesh Giant."

Reinhardt muttered under his breath and advanced slowly. His aura blazed even more intensely.

Far off, the colossal demon bellowed and barreled toward them.

BOOM... BOOM...

Every stride it made sent the ground trembling—no, rebounding fiercely.

The fight broke out.

As Reinhardt handled the Flesh Giant, blocking it from slamming into their lines, the knights poured everything into battling the surging waves of Flesh Demons.

The conflict melted into nonstop carnage.

Hemmed in from every direction, the knights stood as gleaming strongholds amid the choking shadows of the Abyss Nest.

Dazzling swords slashed through hordes of flesh, while Holy Skills vaporized the monstrous forms into dust.

In that sunless, sky-less void, time ceased to matter.

Moments dragged on.

Minutes stretched into hours, or who knows how much further.

Beyond the flesh demons, the nest kept hurling wave after wave of hindrances at them. Still, Reinhardt guided his knights onward without a waver.

Beneath his command, they hacked a path straight through the guts of the Abyss Nest.

"She is closer. I can sense it."

All through the advance, Reinhardt gripped the Origin Seed in his left palm. Whenever he raised it, the seed pulsed with light, growing fiercer and more vivid the further in they pushed.

Like a guiding compass, the Origin Seed directed him unerringly to the one he sought.

Reinhardt's gaze sharpened as he gradually quickened his steps.

Just stay safe.

No matter what he'd said to Erza, no matter how his efforts looked like a grand surface rescue, he truly hunted for just one being.

The whole operation revolved around that lone individual.

Cecilia, the High Elf.

She drove him to plunge into the Abyss Nest's jaws. Rescuing other survivors came second; she remained his top goal.

Alone among the living in this world, she held the power to revive the World Tree and hand humanity a shot at fighting back.

His grand designs hinged on rescuing her, whatever the cost.

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Reinhardt spearheading the way, the Temple of Light pressed their unyielding advance into the depths of the Abyss Nest.

The further in they delved, the fiercer the nest raged.

It spewed endless swarms of Flesh Demons, massive corpse amalgamations erupted from structures, and poisonous hordes sealed off escapes.

Every trap imaginable poured from the nest to trap its quarry.

Yet nothing halted their momentum.

Reinhardt's sword cleaved open every route, shattering barriers with ease. They surged like an invincible tide into the Abyss Nest's core.

Even so, plunging ever deeper revealed the true nightmare of this realm.

Initially, they hoped hidden survivors might have endured.

But the longer they endured here, the more that faint optimism faded away. Amid such devastation, any survival seemed impossible.

Worse still, each new depth hammered home the grim reality.

Everywhere they checked lay devoured ruins, every avenue choked with mutated former citizens.

No lone survivor awaited—only demons and eerie quiet.

The knights stayed silent regardless. They just clenched their weapons tighter and trailed their leader faithfully.

If Reinhardt sensed life persisting, they'd battle to their final gasps to find it.

Time blurred past.

After crushing another horde, the Temple of Light halted in an open space to regain breath and replenish mana.

Normally, Reinhardt granted only a brief pause for recovery before charging ahead.

Not this occasion. He ordered full rest and power restoration right there, while he kept vigilant watch.

Though his clear eyes scanned the twitching fleshy tunnel ahead, his thoughts raced, replaying every clash and ambush endured thus far.

Each skirmish offered a clue, and patterns soon crystallized.

The Abyss Nest assailed them without cease. Oddly, though, it held back its true might.

Far beyond mere Flesh Demons and Flesh Giants lay the Abyss Nest's deeper terrors.

Those mobs ranked as mere fodder.

True horrors lurked within an Abyss Nest's arsenal.

Mid-tier and elite demons, plus the worst nightmare: Soul Collectors.

From Reinhardt's recollections, those spectral horrors without form had wrought devastation on the allied armies.

Their strikes carried tremendous force, proving hard to block or parry.

If Soul Collectors had overwhelmed them rather than Flesh Demons, getting this far would not have been so straightforward.

But that had not occurred.

Why?

Reinhardt squinted, pulling together every detail he knew about the Abyss Nest.

Could it be that this Abyss Nest remained in its early embryonic stage?

Did it lack the power to produce more advanced demons?

No, the Abyss Nest's development level wasn't the problem. The demonic energy concentration in this place was dense enough to birth various high-tier demons.

The early stage held no relevance here.

Perhaps it was...

Reinhardt's thoughts flashed back.

In every clash up to now, the nest had refrained from wiping them out instantly. Instead, it sent wave after wave to wear them down and stall them, dragging them further into hopelessness.

Yet even more crucially, it sought to block them from a certain spot.

Reinhardt gradually shifted his stare.

The Abyss Nest had engulfed the entire city, filling his view with throbbing flesh and shadows.

Nevertheless, drawing from his recollections and inner map, he knew that spot marked the location of Lunaris's royal palace.

And though the Abyss Nest concealed it thoroughly, whenever he pushed toward that area, the opposition grew fiercer.

There lay the truth.

Every clue fell into place.

Reinhardt raised the Origin Seed higher in his grasp. Toward that spot, it throbbed with intense radiance.

No question remained—that was her location.

Reinhardt pivoted to confront his knights.

But upon noticing their fatigued forms, the order he meant to issue caught in his throat.

Despite the boosts from his titles, weariness still gripped them.

The knights held up reasonably well. Still, it might have overburdened the squires and recruits.

Pressing further in could lead to breakdowns from fatigue or fatal gaps.

Such weaknesses would strain nearby allies, eventually crippling the entire order's performance.

Deeper advancement risked lives.

Though they met his look with forced bright grins, it was purely for show.

Their resolve screamed they'd obey any directive, bodies be damned.

That fiery spirit and unyielding endurance brought a smile to Reinhardt's face. He envisioned them as tomorrow's knights and realm saviors.

With that, his decision solidified.

"Listen carefully, all of you. I have identified where the person we are searching for is. The heart of the Abyss Nest is there. But it is deliberately slowing us down. Hence, from now on we are changing tactics. From this point onward, command of the order is transferred to Bob"...

"Zerina and Marcus, you two will support him in leading the order out of the nest. Although I told Erza to hold off on her plans of destroying the nest, who knows how long that woman will listen"...

"You all get out of here before it gets worse."

The three Holy Knights appeared to grasp it suddenly, their eyes widening in shock.

"Commander..."

Yet before more words escaped, Reinhardt lifted his hands to silence them.

"Hurry and move."

The command stood firm; debate was over.

The Holy Knights paused briefly, then bowed to him before guiding the bewildered order back along their path.

Reinhardt watched them depart with his gaze.

This choice was wise—the nest posed a formidable foe. He refused to let these promising young lives perish needlessly. Their futures brimmed with promise.

Decision made, Reinhardt wasted no moment. The royal palace awaited him.

Alone, Reinhardt charged toward the nightmare's core.

Unbound by concern for his order, he finally released his full velocity.