The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 734- The Divine Oath, the Fall of a Hero and the Truth (6)

It was holy energy, yet it was also something more. A fusion of his will, his swordsmanship, his breathing, his movement, and the very essence of his soul.

Reinhardt exhaled slowly. The air around him shimmered, not from heat, but from the sheer density of power compressing and expanding in perfect rhythm. His body no longer felt the strain. The pain had not vanished, but it no longer mattered. It had become part of the flow.

The moment Reinhardt stepped into the realm of [Harmony and Dissonance], the battle changed. It became a one-sided suppression.

Mammon’s gigantic fist descended, carrying enough force to shatter a mountain. Facing this, Reinhardt merely glanced at it. Then his body shifted half a step. The terrifying punch skimmed past his shoulder without so much as a scratch.

Before Mammon could react, a holy slash carrying an extreme amount of holy energy flashed. In that instant, Mammon’s instincts screamed danger, but it was already too late.

The sword, too fast to react to, had already cut his arm.

"Arrghhhh..."

Mammon screamed as the massive limb crashed onto the ground. Reinhardt wanted to pursue, but the First Abyss Nest lunged with its countless writhing tendrils, forcing him to stop and respond to the incoming attack.

The sword in his hand flashed hundreds of times. Hundreds of holy arcs exploded into existence. Every tendril was severed before it even came within ten meters of him.

The Second Abyss Nest attempted to crush him beneath its colossal body. In response, Reinhardt simply raised his sword. A single upward slash.

And the result...

The entire creature was sent flying into the sky like an enormous boulder before crashing through several mountain peaks.

BOOOOOOM...

The earth trembled, and the castle nearly fell.

Mammon, who had barely recovered after his arm was sliced apart, stared blankly at the scene.

"Huh?"

For a moment, he did not know what to think. Obviously, just a few moments ago, they were the ones who had the advantage and were suppressing the Divine Paladin.

So why was this happening?

"What? No. No, no, no. What the hell is this?!"

He pointed a trembling finger at Reinhardt.

"You... you bastard powered up?! You actually powered up during the fight?!"

Mammon clenched his head, almost pulling out his hair at the ridiculousness of the situation.

To prepare for this trap, he had racked his brain all night, almost getting a migraine. He had gathered important strategic forces like the two Abyss Nests. He had even exhausted his ancient blood, turned into this ugly giant to unleash more power.

And for what?

He looked down at his own grotesque body. Now he couldn’t even fit through doors anymore.

Yet after all that preparation, Reinhardt, that bastard, had powered up during their fight and used them as his training dummy?!

Mammon nearly burst into tears.

To be honest, he wanted to register a complaint. This wasn’t fair.

He had prepared the perfect trap and even kidnapped the woman the Divine Paladin cared about. He had lured the other party here so that he couldn’t get any help. To make sure he would win, he had even stacked the odds three against one.

Heck, after Duvessa left, he had even rehearsed his villain speech for when he met the Divine Paladin.

And what did the latter do?

He came unprepared, fell into the trap, and when it mattered the most, simply ignored all reasoning and went ahead and became even stronger.

Where was justice?

Mammon clutched his head, feeling like he had just become the other party’s whetstone.

Reinhardt didn’t know what was going through the head of the Heavenly King. He calmly looked at the other party’s hysterical side and spoke coldly.

"It is true you possess tremendous power. But what is the point of possessing so much power..."

Before his words fell, Reinhardt disappeared from his spot. Then his voice came from behind Mammon.

"...if you cannot even control it?"

Mammon’s pupils shrank.

"When?!"

Reinhardt had already appeared behind his enormous body.

The Divine Paladin lowered his stance. His shoulder crashed beneath Mammon’s center of gravity. One hand seized his waist while the other hooked behind his thigh.

Using the Heavenly King’s own massive size against him, Reinhardt lifted him up. Then, before the hulking fellow could come to his senses, the ten-meter-tall demon actually left the ground.

Mammon’s eyes bulged.

"Wait, what? This is not what I think it is, right..."

Before the other party could finish his sentence, Reinhardt completed the motion. Like a flawless suplex, he flipped the gigantic Heavenly King completely over his shoulder.

Then...

BOOOOOOOOM...

Mammon’s head and shoulders smashed into the earth first. The impact created a crater hundreds of meters wide. Rocks shot into the sky, and shockwaves flattened everything nearby.

The Heavenly King’s leg twitched. The force of that suplex had actually dislocated his spine, maybe even crushed some of his bones into powder.

"@#%^&&*..."

A muffled voice came from underground, but because it was so disarrayed, it was hard to understand what he was saying.

Nonetheless, one thing was sure. Mammon was cursing him with all his soul.

Reinhardt did not care. Although the opponent was temporarily rendered out of combat, it needed to be said that they were a Heavenly King, a tenacious life-form that was extremely hard to kill.

Right now, he did not have the mind to tangle with the Seventh Heavenly King. Right now, when everyone was temporarily put out of action, this was the chance to save Aurelia.

Without sparing Mammon another glance, Reinhardt shot toward the suspended birdcage.

Holy sword flashed.

CLANG...

The thick chains shattered instantly. He caught the falling cage before it could hit the ground and effortlessly sliced apart its iron bars.

"Aurelia."

Holding the woman close to his embrace, he called out. His heart was pounding madly, afraid that something had happened to her.

"Aurelia... are you alright? I’ll save you right now."

As if stirred by his voice, the unconscious woman groaned. Her eyelashes trembled, and slowly, those familiar sapphire eyes opened.

For several moments, they remained unfocused and confused.

Reinhardt waited for her to come to her senses.

"W... where..."

She blinked blankly and looked around her. This scenery was unfamiliar to her.

"Where... am I...?"

Then, before she could ask any more questions, the memories came flooding back.

Blueberry Town, the church, the children, the sudden attack, and the invasion of the demons. When she was about to be captured, old man Silas came to rescue her. However, in the end, the demons did something.

Blood spurted, and a hole pierced through the old knight’s chest.

She remembered the cries of the children and the helpless look of the old man as he told them to run. In the end, she was captured, and the children were knocked out.

Remembering all this, Aurelia’s pupils contracted violently. Her breathing became erratic.

"No, Sir Silas... the demons..."

She suddenly grabbed Reinhardt’s sleeve and shed tears. Her terrified eyes looked at the man before her.

"Reinhardt, Sir Silas was... the children, the demons came to the town..."

"Calm down. Tell me clearly what happened."

The fact that she was here told Reinhardt that something must have happened in Blueberry Town.

Feeling the warmth radiating from Reinhardt and the assurance he gave, Aurelia calmed down. But when she remembered the heinous plan the demons had prepared for the man in front of her, her face paled.

She was just about to tell Reinhardt the demons’ plan, but it was already too late.

A shadow silently descended behind them.

With blood covering his broken body, his neck hung at an unnatural angle, and half his face caved inward. Mammon looked a mess. Yet the grin stretching across that ruined face was wider than ever before.

"Hehehehehehehehe... got you."

His plan had finally succeeded.

Although there had been quite a lot of accidents and ups and downs, in the end, Reinhardt had fallen for his trap.

Mammon lifted his hand and slowly brought an ancient horn carved from black bone near his face. The object appeared extremely ominous, with crimson veins pulsing across its surface. Complex ancient runes glowed with a crimson light, and the object expanded and retracted like a beating heart.

Without hesitation, Mammon raised it to his lips.

BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...

The next second, the dreadful sound echoed across the northern plains, changing the environment and the natural phenomena.

Far in the distance, Drystan, Bob, Marcus, Bargus, the other Holy Knights of the Temple of Light, and the Northern Knight Alliance, who were fighting the demons and charging toward the dark castle, all heard the sound and stopped in their tracks.

At this moment, for some inexplicable reason, all of them felt their hearts being gripped, and a feeling of foreboding and extreme danger assaulted them.

They didn’t know what was going on, but one thing was sure. Reinhardt was fighting the Heavenly King and the demonic forces all alone, and he might be in danger.

"Everyone, charge! Don’t hold back!" Drystan shouted loudly, leading forward.