The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 672- Pitch Black Finger

The entire Fourth Division stared in shock.

Vanessa slowly opened her eyes. The holy light surrounding her had not faltered even once.

Behind her, countless knights continued recovering under the effects of her domain.

The two Heroes landed heavily in front of her, breathing roughly.

"Saintess... You focus on healing." One of them spoke.

"Yeah, leave this ugly thing to us," added the other.

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A radiant streak of gold tore across the skies of the Tainted Lands.

BOOOOOOM!!

Sonic booms exploded one after another behind the figure as the clouds themselves split apart violently.

Golden light flooded the dark world below. With radiant golden hair fluttering wildly and sharp eyes fixed ahead, the man streaking through the sky was none other than Reinhardt.

Three magnificent pairs of golden wings extended from his back. Trails of golden particles scattered through the air wherever he passed, illuminating the corrupted skies of the Tainted Lands.

[Wings of the Seraphim] Description:

This was the true form of the skill. When unleashed to their limits, a total of six wings protrude from his back.

BOOM... Every flap of those six wings propelled Reinhardt to a completely different level of speed, leaving a storm of pressure behind.

After receiving the emergency report regarding the Fourth Division’s encounter with a Disaster-Class entity, Reinhardt had immediately left Erza in charge of the First Division before flying toward the battlefield himself.

Although the distance between the divisions was enormous, to Reinhardt, this seemingly vast distance meant nothing.

Because he was fast enough to ignore it.

As he streaked through the skies Reinhardt narrowed his eyes. "Baccarat..." A name so ominous that the records pertaining to it were anything but positive.

In the long years of history, after the surge of demons, many abominations surfaced to the world. Creatures no less powerful than the Heavenly King themselves and capable of destroying a country on their own.

Baccarat was one of them. To be precise, one of the known ones.

In the depths of the Tainted Lands, there were many such terrors lying dormant. The previous Allied Knight Orders underestimated demonkind and paid dearly.

They were wiped out by these terrifying abominations, some known, many unknown.

The reason why Reinhardt left his station and was hurrying towards the position of the Fourth Division was precisely due to these Disaster-class entities.

It was not Baccarat’s raw strength that concerned him. It was the plague.

Reinhardt understood better than most how terrifying afflictions could be. The previous curse that this body was afflicted with nearly destroyed his life.

It also taught him one thing, never to underestimate such powers. Plagues, curses... though different in nature, their essence was the same, extermination.

Once they spread, they became disasters difficult to stop. Reinhardt’s intention for personally stepping up was to purge the plague before the Fourth Division collapsed.

Yet to his surprise, when he arrived above the battlefield the battle was already over; everything was wrapped up.

Baccarat was gone and the plague he imagined had by now inflicted everyone was nowhere to be seen.

In his sight were knights perfectly fine. No, not just fine, but brimming with energy as if they had taken steroids.

That said, he didn’t need to guess. He could instinctively feel the space here was saturated with energy.

Holy power flowed throughout the battlefield so densely that even the corrupted ground itself had turned pale gold in certain areas.

The air felt purified. The lingering traces of plague were nowhere to be seen.

Reinhardt immediately understood what was going on. "Vanessa..." Only someone on her level could unleash holy energy with such potency and purge the plague without him needing to step up.

His gaze swept across the battlefield, and he quickly spotted the Saintess. With a glowing sigil on her forehead and winds billowing her silvery white hair, she looked like a goddess descending on earth.

Seeing this, Reinhardt’s expression softened slightly. As expected of the person the world called Saintess.

If he hadn’t come to this world, she would undoubtedly be the top holy energy user in the world.

"Commander!" At this moment, Kevin’s voice cut through the battlefield.

The moment he noticed Reinhardt descending from the skies, the young knight immediately sprinted towards him.

Swoosh... Golden wings folded behind him as Reinhardt landed smoothly onto the ground. His arrival caused quite a stir.

All the knights, no matter how powerful, instinctively straightened their backs.

Even amongst the many powerful individuals within the Dawnbringers, Reinhardt’s presence was undisputable.

Kevin, Gwen, Silvia, Vangeance and the others quickly approached him.

"Commander, you came." Kevin, ever the optimistic one, folded his hands behind his head and commented with shock.

"Woah, commander, when did you grow three pairs of wings?"

The wings that shone like sunlight were majestic and awe inspiring to look at, especially up close.

As members of the Temple of Light, although they had seen Reinhardt manifesting wings before, it was only a single pair.

It was nothing like the radiant three pairs of wings they were seeing right now.

Reinhardt ignored Kevin’s nonsense and looked around carefully. "Any casualties?"

"None," Silvia answered immediately, pride visible in her voice. "Lady Vanessa protected everyone."

"I see." His gaze shifted toward Vanessa again.

At this moment, the Saintess still had not moved from her position. Her eyes were fixed on something lying upon the ground, expression grave.

The colossal form of Baccarat was gone. What could possibly make even the Saintess reveal such a grave expression?

Noticing the anomaly, Reinhardt stepped beside her and looked toward the object lying on the ground.

"A finger?" he spoke with a lazy voice.

On the ground rested a single pitch-black finger. From the size, it looked human.

Though the skin was dark like burnt charcoal, covered in countless tiny cracks that pulsed faintly with crimson light.

Long black nails extended from the fingertip like sharpened claws.

The thing possessed such a presence that it was hard to ignore.

Vanessa glanced at Reinhardt briefly before returning her gaze toward the object. She had long sensed his presence rushing in from the distant skies.

"I noticed it after Baccarat was purified." She explained. "No matter how many purification waves I unleashed... I could not destroy it."

"Oh?" For the first time since arriving, Reinhardt showed genuine intrigue.

He personally recognized Vanessa’s purification power which was second only to him in the world. If even she could not erase it, then this thing was abnormal.

Reinhardt stepped forward and inspected the thing more carefully. The closer he got, the heavier the atmosphere became.

A faint black mist seeped from the cracks of the finger and contaminated the surrounding air. The ground beneath it had already turned pitch black once more despite the Saintess purifying the battlefield moments ago.

The thing was actively corrupting the world around it. Seeing this, Reinhardt narrowed his eyes slightly. Then he reached his hand toward it.

"Don’t." Vanessa reached out and stopped him from touching the thing.

At the same instant, a disturbing whisper exploded inside Reinhardt’s mind. K̶I̷L̸L̸... The world distorted. A cluttered dark vision flashed across his consciousness like a bolt of black lightning.

Mountains of corpses. A super massive spatial tear in the sky. A crimson throne and... a pair of eyes.

The scene appeared and disappeared so abruptly that he could not make sense of it in a short time.

Nevertheless, his reaching hand stopped. He felt the Saintess’ hand on his.

"I had the same reaction." Hearing her voice, it was only then Reinhardt realized that a powerful golden aura was surging out of him.

This... this was the instinctive reaction of his body responding to a danger. One could imagine what would happen if a man of Reinhardt’s calibre lost control even for a moment.

The nearby knights immediately turned pale after sensing the sudden pressure leaking from him.

"This thing..." Reinhardt’s eyes sharpened completely now. To make even him feel unease, this object was absolutely not ordinary.

Vanessa observed his reaction and asked, "So you saw that too?"

Reinhardt nodded slowly. The object lying before them radiated an evil unlike anything he had ever encountered before.

It was different from demons. Different from Heavenly Kings. Yet unmistakably the same.

This thing felt... older. Far ancient. And infinitely more sinister.

Comparing it to the power of the Heavenly Kings he had seen so far would be like comparing a peasant to a king.

Reinhardt looked at the finger. If Vanessa’s Ultimate Skill could not destroy it, then its durability alone was monstrous.

He reckoned that even he would need to unleash serious strength to erase it completely.

But the question was... What exactly was it? And why was a single finger this terrifying?

As he was mulling over that, a memory flashed in his mind.

The night of the incident in the capital. The day he learned about the other soul within the Queen.