The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 769- The Limitations of the Ultimate Skill

"Sigh, it’s too soon to rejoice," someone muttered. "The enemy is still around. The war isn’t completely finished. But..."

Today, no one cared.

Silvia simply shook her head and allowed Kevin to continue with his antics. Gwen pressed her forehead after seeing Kevin’s strange dance, while even Delicia, who was usually composed and played the role of the big sister within their group, could not suppress her laughter.

The entire battlefield had been consumed by celebration.

Some knights embraced one another. Others raised their weapons toward the sky. A few had spent so long fighting that they simply stood in silence, unable to understand how they had survived.

The survivors remembered the friends who were no longer there. Their victory was bright, but it was also stained with blood.

Even so, they celebrated.

They had earned the right to do so.

Of course, the same could not be said for the demons.

Instead of rejoicing, they were all terrified.

It was over.

All over for them.

Their formations had collapsed. Their commander, the Eighth Heavenly King, was dead. The Abyss Nests had been destroyed, and the Blightheart Colossus had disappeared.

The Organization had fallen as well. The Demon Generals who had once commanded the battlefield were either dead, defeated, or fleeing for their lives.

And worst of all...

They were still trapped inside the Divine Sanctum.

There was nowhere to run.

Every attempt to retreat ended with another group of knights cutting them down. The demons had been surrounded by an enemy that was no longer exhausted or desperate.

The golden dome above them remained firm. Its divine light prevented the demons from escaping through teleportation, spatial magic, or underground tunnels.

The demons finally understood the truth.

They had been completely defeated. There was nowhere to run.

The golden dome continued shining overhead. Human knights were everywhere, their weapons raised as they hunted down the fleeing demons. Their own numbers were rapidly disappearing, and panic spread through the demonic ranks.

Meanwhile, Brutus calmly faced the Tenth Heavenly King.

His two enormous swords rested upon his shoulders. Across from him stood a battered figure, covered in wounds and drenched in blood.

The figure was none other than Beleth.

Seeing Reinhardt finish off Astaroth, Brutus grinned. "Looks like we won this one."

At this moment, his eyes burned like the core of the sun. He pointed one greatsword toward Beleth.

"Haha... You and I should finish our battle too. Let’s make it memorable, shall we?"

Right as he said that, a terrifying amount of heat exuded from his body. The temperature around him began rising rapidly, causing the air to distort.

The terrain transformed by Astaroth worked right in his favor. The earth was covered in lava and burning cracks, and the atmosphere was filled with heat that would have killed an ordinary knight within seconds.

For Brutus, however, it was an ideal battlefield.

The flames scattered across the ground gathered toward him like obedient soldiers. They wrapped around his armor and flowed along the edges of his two swords, causing their already enormous blades to glow with a reddish-golden light.

Feeling the heatwave blast against his face, Beleth’s expression twisted. He could not understand how the humans of this era could be this powerful.

The big man in full heavy armor, standing before him, was one thing. He possessed terrifying physical strength and seemed to enjoy taking attacks that would have killed most knights.

But the truly freakish one was that man.

Beleth’s eyes shifted toward the distant golden figure who had erased Astaroth. That human had destroyed the Eighth Heavenly King without allowing him even a chance to fight back.

How could someone like him exist among humanity?

What kind of monster was that?

Just as Beleth was cursing everyone and everything to death, a thought crossed his mind.

Duvessa.

That woman had run away the moment she heard that the Divine Paladin had appeared on the battlefield. Her excuse for not being present did not make sense.

She must have known.

That was why she had left. She was aware of the Divine Paladin’s strength and had thus forfeited the war before the situation became completely hopeless.

"Dammit, that vixen!"

Beleth clenched his teeth and cursed viciously. No matter how much he regretted this, there was no way to turn back time.

He threw away the now-useless Horn of Calamity and began laughing. It was a strange, almost hysterical sound that echoed across the ruined battlefield.

"Hya... hyahahaha..."

His laughter gradually became louder.

"Do not look down on me, human."

With that, his aura suddenly exploded.

Demonic energy surged from his body like a volcanic eruption. The ground beneath his feet cracked apart, and the nearby flames were swallowed by the darkness pouring from him.

His body began changing.

The flesh covering his arms expanded, and dark armor formed over his shoulders and chest. Two enormous horns grew from his forehead, while several jagged spikes protruded from his back.

His muscles became denser, and his already tall figure grew even larger. Black veins spread across his body, carrying an ominous red light that pulsed like blood.

Beleth directly shifted into his strongest form.

Brutus’s grin widened.

"That’s more like it." He lowered the greatsword from his shoulder and held it in both hands. "I am Brutus Sparta. They call me the Hell Gladiator. Come."

"I am the Tenth Heavenly King."

The two figures stared at each other.

"Haaah!"

"Raaah!"

They released powerful battle roars and charged.

Their weapons collided.

BOOOOOOM...

The shockwave from their first exchange swept across the battlefield and extinguished several nearby fires. Demons were thrown into the air, while the ground beneath the two warriors collapsed under the impact.

Brutus laughed as he pushed against Beleth’s weapon. The Tenth Heavenly King responded with a savage grin and released another burst of demonic energy.

Amidst the celebration of the Dawnbringers, the battle between the Tenth Heavenly King and one of Solaris’ greatest Heroes had only just begun.

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Night eventually fell over the battlefield.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, there were no explosions in the distance. No demonic roars echoed across the ruined plains. Only the crackling of campfires and the occasional laughter of knights who had finally been given permission to celebrate filled the night.

The Dawnbringers had won.

The war was not completely finished. There were still wounded to treat, prisoners to secure, and countless matters that would need to be dealt with before the army could withdraw.

The demonic encampment also required a thorough search.

But tonight, they had every right to celebrate.

The knights had spent weeks fighting without knowing whether they would survive until morning. They had watched the demons multiply, their commanders fall, and their own comrades disappear beneath waves of claws and flames.

Tonight, they were alive.

That alone was enough reason to rejoice.