The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 591- Knight Giacomo (2)

Everything blurred around him. He surged forward like a golden bolt of lightning, blitzing through all in his way.

Naturally, the Abyss Nest attempted to halt his advance.

In an instant, hordes of flesh demons encircled him, while writhing walls sought to bar his progress.

Yet this was all anticipated. A single swing of his sword, cloaked in dazzling golden radiance, reduced the horde to mere dust.

Not even the flesh giants could impede his momentum.

BOOOM...

The sword strike pressed onward, carving a massive rift in the wall that aimed to trap him.

As though tormented by agony, the nest let out a wail.

Moreover, this marked the start of its torment. Like a tempest shredding decayed timber, Reinhardt sliced through whatever lay ahead, forcing the nest to shriek in anguish over and over.

In mere minutes, he traversed spans that the order had battled through for hours.

Before long, the Royal Palace of Lunaris loomed into view.

"??"

Upon arriving at the royal palace, Reinhardt sensed immediately that something was amiss.

This spot alone remained pristine. Unlike the capital's other areas, it hadn't been consumed by the Abyss Nest's fleshy expanse.

Even stranger, the demon swarms that had dogged his heels relentlessly now halted.

Though they hovered afar, swirling and observing, not one ventured close to the palace grounds.

It wasn't inability; they simply refused.

Their actions suggested something within the palace filled them with dread.

Reinhardt's eyes narrowed; he wasted no time pondering. Urgency demanded action.

The swarms shunning this area suited him perfectly. It hinted at the High Elf's possible survival.

He dashed ahead and crashed through the palace gates.

Within, the vast halls echoed with unnatural quiet. The huge doors lay shattered from long ago.

Reinhardt scanned about; blood marred the walls, traces of savage combat evident everywhere.

The palace had faced assault.

This sight differed from prior scenes. Lifeless corpses cluttered the floor.

Reinhardt pressed on. The Origin Seed in his grasp throbbed fiercely, glowing brighter than before.

She was nearby; he sensed it clearly.

"Cecilia!" He shouted.

Yet silence answered.

Still, he persisted.

He called once more.

"CECILIA! ARE YOU THERE?!"

His shout reverberated through the palace as he plunged deeper.

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Deep below, in the royal palace's innermost chamber.

A frail elf slumped against a fractured stone wall. Her platinum-gold tresses were clotted with blood, her lovely features drained to a ghostly pallor.

Her breaths came shallow, each one quaking her shoulders faintly. Crimson soaked her garments from the gaping abdominal wound.

Her vitality ebbed away steadily; death approached.

Even so, she clung to life fiercely.

Though fatigue dulled her emerald gaze, defiance blazed within. That unyielding spirit sustained her.

Cecilia fought to rise, but her body defied her commands. Her sight grew hazy.

Quiet enveloped her, tempting surrender for a fleeting instant.

Mother, Father... I'll join you shortly.

Then... a faint voice resonated from the halls above.

"CECILIA!"

Her ears flickered.

Was it illusion from her fading senses? Doubt clouded her mind.

Soon, the voice boomed again.

Nearer and stronger now.

"CECILIA! ARE YOU THERE?!"

The call was distinct. Someone sought her.

Cecilia's breath hitched.

She yearned to reply, but only empty air escaped her throat.

As despair tightened its hold, the chamber door burst inward, revealing a figure in gleaming platinum armor.

BANG...

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Reinhardt slammed the door wide.

He'd lost count of such entries, halls he'd forced open only to discover corpses strewn about.

Even he felt panic rising now.

Yet his Divine Traits quelled the turmoil, while the gleaming Origin Seed offered reassurance.

Nonetheless, his frantic pace revealed inner turmoil.

Each wasted instant endangered the High Elf further.

Reinhardt prayed she endured and he arrived soon. Fueled by that, he shattered yet another door.

What met his eyes froze him solid.

The chamber bore massacre's grim remnants. Corpses sprawled everywhere. Lunaris's armored knights, royal guards, elite warriors.

The king himself slumped lifeless across his throne. Corpses of civilians nearby resembled his own sons and daughters.

Every last one of them displayed faces frozen in terror and dread up to their dying breath.

The whole royal family lay butchered, transforming the chamber into a savage battlefield. Yet Reinhardt spared no glance for any of it.

His complete focus fixed on a single spot. To be exact, on a lone individual.

Slumped against the chamber's distant wall. Platinum-gold tresses. A breathtaking face surpassing every elf he'd beheld thus far. And an aura faint but profoundly aristocratic.

The Origin Seed gripped in his hand flared with radiant brilliance, resonating with a presence inside the chamber.

No mistaking it—she was the one he sought.

The High Elf Priestess.

In the next heartbeat, Reinhardt blinked out of sight and rematerialized at her side.

He caught her crumpling form right away and cradled it with care.

Her skin felt frigid under his touch. Dangerously so.

Blood saturated her robes from the gash along her flank that had nearly ended her. She'd hemorrhaged far too much.

"Cecilia?" He gave her a gentle shake, mindful not to aggravate her injuries.

"Cecilia, can you hear me?"

No reply came at first. Then her nearly sealed eyelids quivered slightly.

She lived!

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Cecilia willed her eyes to open.

A dream? She had no clue.

Amid her drained body and fuzzy sight, a figure emerged, holding her with tenderness.

Golden hair flowed from him, eyes blazing like the sun. Angular traits outlined his captivating face, and arrayed in shining platinum armor, he evoked the knights from ancient legends her mother shared in childhood tales.

But that haze didn't linger. Her mind cleared, and bewilderment filled her eyes as she regarded the knight.

Who was this stranger?

What brought him here?

How did he know her name?

Puzzlement swirled in her head.

"Who?" Her lips stirred feebly.

Reinhardt held back his words at first. He checked her state. Her injuries ran deep. Excessive blood loss, pulse barely there.

Any further delay in his arrival, and death would have claimed her for real.

That truth sent ice through his veins.

He owned skills to resurrect the fallen, yet they held limits. Long-cold corpses defied revival.

He grasped this fact deeply, fueling his desperate haste to locate her.

Should her death linger too long, even his supreme ability would prove futile.

All the while, dread had clawed at his thoughts.

And sure enough, Cecilia teetered on the edge.

By fortune, he reached her just in time.

In essence, his prompt discovery stemmed from his divine luck's subtle hand. This modest fortune twisted fate in uncanny ways.

Reinhardt laid a palm softly on her belly and triggered his skill.

"[Radiant Renewal]."

Golden luminescence erupted from his frame, saturating the chamber.

[Radiant Renewal] Effect:

Usually, the ability unleashed a potent area-wide benediction, mending full units of battered warriors.

Yet now, such trivia escaped his notice.

Amid the glow, dandelions blossomed. They wafted lightly in the air before drifting onto Cecilia’s battered form.