The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 748- Divine Paladin Takes the Field (4)

This was the first time he had unleashed the full power of [Radiant Renewal]. Before this, the skill had never realized its true potential. The wounds and spirits of the knights were fully healed. Even their lost limbs were recovered. Hope returned to the previously solemn encampment.

Sensing the effect of his skill, Reinhardt smiled contentedly.

"That was reckless."

At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind him.

Turning around, he saw that it was Vanessa. She stood a short distance away, her white robes moving gently in the night breeze. She looked toward the countless golden dandelions still floating across the camp.

"If you continue using your power on such a scale, you will exhaust both your mana and stamina."

Reinhardt smiled.

"It is fine."

"That is not the point. You only came back after waking up from that weird state. You shouldn’t push yourself this far."

"What’s this? You just returned from the dead and you are already lecturing me?"

Vanessa sighed, unable to win against the argument of this insufferable man.

A brief silence passed between them.

Then Vanessa’s expression softened.

"Reinhardt."

"Hm?"

"Thank you for saving me."

Her voice was quiet, but it reached him.

Reinhardt looked away slightly.

"You would have done the same."

The two of them were not only comrades but also friends. He still had vague recollection of the times when she visited his home to purify the effects of the curse he was afflicted with.

Vanessa smiled.

"I would have tried. But I doubt I could have succeeded."

She then studied him for several moments. Of course, she was not looking at his face but something deeper.

"Your power has changed."

Reinhardt’s eyes shifted back toward her.

Vanessa continued.

"You were always strong. But ever since the day you fell after being cursed... how should I say, you have become different. Your holy energy feels deeper. Older? As though something buried within you has finally awakened."

Reinhardt said nothing.

Vanessa noticed the subtle change in his expression.

"I will not ask what happened back then during the battle of the Blacktide. I know some memories could be painful and some truths take time to accept. But there is something I still want to know."

She looked directly into Reinhardt’s eyes as if trying to see through his very soul and asked.

"Are you really Reinhardt?"

Faced with such a question, the first reaction he displayed was obviously astonishment. Though after a few seconds, he calmed down and wondered what Vanessa actually meant by those words.

Could she see something that others couldn’t? Did she possess some unique ability? Or was this a woman’s intuition?

Of course, the possibility that she was simply inquiring about his new powerful abilities also couldn’t be denied.

Reinhardt was silent for a while. Under her prying eyes, he felt like all lies would be seen through.

"Am I myself, huh?" he muttered to himself.

If Vanessa had asked this question before, he would have definitely had difficulty answering. However, now, after realizing his past and his origin, he already knew who he was and what had happened to him.

So, to answer her question...

"I have always been me."

Reinhardt winked.

This gesture caught Vanessa by surprise.

Ever since Reinhardt woke up all those years ago, she had a feeling that he had changed. She had met that Reinhardt and felt it clearly. Now, seeing him again, she could tell that he had changed once again.

How could a person change three times?

What’s more, these changes were not superfluous like mood or attitude changes, but rather more fundamental and related to one’s core.

The person before her was quite different from the Reinhardt from over a month ago. And the previous Reinhardt was different from the past one.

How were they different? Vanessa couldn’t tell. It was just her feeling or an intuition.

Reinhardt waited for her to calm down before speaking again.

"At this point, does it even matter if it’s me or not? People change, and in a world overrun by demons, it forces growth and change in others whether they like it or not. I’m such a man. The tides of time would not let me stay still forever. The only thing you need to know is that my goal hasn’t changed since the beginning. I will destroy all demons from this world."

He was already an extreme demon racist. Now, after knowing his origins, that hatred had become even deeper.

Vanessa’s eyes fluttered. She seemed to see the shadow of the past Reinhardt in him. Indeed, he was still him. Always positive and looking forward. It was just that the cruel trials of the world had forced him to change.

"Can we really achieve it? The dream we spoke of when we first became knights. A world without demons. A world free from demonic corruption. A world where humanity has reclaimed every piece of land it lost."

The golden dandelions continued drifting beneath the night sky.

For a moment, Reinhardt looked upward. At the stars and at the darkness surrounding them.

A few seconds later, he nodded. There was no hesitation in his eyes.

"Yeah."

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By the next morning, the Dawnbringers were already on the move.

For more than a month, they had been forced to retreat, defend, and endure. This time, they attacked first.

The battlefield stretched across a vast wasteland of broken hills, dead forests, and ancient ruins. Once, rivers had crossed the region. Now, only blackened ravines remained. Corrupted mist shrouded the place, giving it an even more eerie feel.

At the center of this desolate land stood the demonic encampment. Well, it was less a camp and more a sprawling fortress. Walls made from fused stone and hardened flesh surrounded several layers of defensive positions. Tall scouting towers rose from the perimeter, each covered in eyes that constantly surveyed the horizon.

Beyond the outer walls, entire legions waited in organized formations.

Then, just before dawn...

The scouting towers began to fall. Arrows pierced the throats of demon scouts, blades flashed within the mist. One lookout after another was taken out before they could even raise an alarm.

By the time the demons noticed something was wrong, it was already too late.

BOOM...

With an explosion, the eastern gate exploded.

At nearly the same moment...

BOOM...

The western and southern walls also collapsed beneath a barrage of powerful skills.

Three attacks, three directions.

The Dawnbringers charged.

At the eastern gate, Dame Erza Crimsonstar led the First Group. Beside her rode Sir Gareth and Sir Mordred. Even Silvia’s team was in this group.

Erza’s crimson sword burned like a falling star as she cleaved through the lines of demons with one swing.

"Do not stop. Drive them inward!"

"Hahaha! Now this feels like a proper battle!"

Vangeance roared with laughter as he smashed a demon from the ramparts. Kevin charged beside him, swinging his [Tiamat].

Unnoticed by all, the more demons slain, the more powerful the sword became. Slowly, its shape was also changing, revealing a few slots that were never there before.

It was not just [Tiamat]. Kevin, in turn, was also becoming stronger. The blood of the demons stirred something deep within him, allowing him to make rapid progress.

The other teammates were also not falling behind. They each displayed their own powers.

Although war was cruel, it was also at the same time the best platform to hone oneself.

At the western gate, Brutus led the Second Group. Beside him were Hero Cassius, Hell Marshal, and Dark Knight. The holy knights under Reinhardt also fought by his side.

Bob’s blade moved with cold precision, cutting down one high-ranking demon after another before they could unleash any magic. Marcus shattered fortifications with heavy strikes while charging deeper into the enemy lines. He was more like a berserker than a holy knight.

"The debt of killing my comrades, this time I will make you all pay."

"Keep pushing!"

Brutus gave orders one after another.

"Do not let them scatter!"

At the southern gate, Sigurd commanded the Third Group. Orion, Seraphina, and Leona accompanied him.

Leona’s sword released rivers of silvery astral light.

[Astral Sword Art: Scorpius Spearfall].

Countless points of starlight descended like celestial lances, tearing apart the demons gathered before the gate.

The remaining heroes and Extreme Knights spread across the three fronts. Their objective was not to destroy every demon they encountered. It was to herd them. To push the enemy away from the outer walls and force the scattered legions toward the center of the encampment.

BOOM... BOOM... BOOM...

Magic and skills clashed fiercely. The bombardments shook the wasteland. War horns sounded repeatedly on the demons’ side.

After weeks of being hunted, the Dawnbringers had become the hunters.

...

Deep within the demonic encampment stood a dark tower. Inside the highest chamber...

Astaroth lounged upon a throne. One leg rested lazily over the other. A silver goblet filled with dark wine hung loosely between his fingers.

In his other hand, he held a small object. It resembled a black horn with blood-red lines like veins running on its surface. At a glance, these veins pulsed, seemingly alive.