Chapter 38: Chapter 33: Emergency! Sky Knight

Reinhardt’s gaze swept across the wilderness. A tall, stick-thin figure was swinging a Blood Red Greatsword, cleaving a Convicted Demon in two with every swing.

The flowing Demon’s Blood reversed its course, hanging suspended in the air before silently merging into the Blood Red Greatsword.

The aura of the Power that figure possessed was completely different from any Knight he had encountered in the Steel Knight Order. It was twisted, dark, and saturated with the stench of death.

Vice Commander Erich once said that a Knight’s Power was the external manifestation of their Spiritual Power, born from a Knight’s experiences, pain, fortitude, and wisdom...

That figure’s aura, if one added a bit of the filth and impurity of an Abyssal Demon, was practically that of a Fear Knight. Heaven knows what despair and suffering his Spiritual Power must have endured to condense such a Power.

Perhaps others could no longer recognize the Robbie Hiling who had condensed his Power. His hair was graying, his skin was coarse, and his gaunt muscles could barely cover his broad frame.

But Reinhardt had fought with him for three years. He’d recognize that bastard even if he were reduced to ash!

’Because of Lupu’s death?’

’Or a sudden burst of jealousy?’

Reinhardt didn’t care what that arrogant bastard Robie was thinking, but the guy’s sudden awakening of his Knight Power could be of great help to him.

At the very least, when Reinhardt’s hands were full, Robie could help deal with the Convicted Demons chasing them from the fortress and protect Ober.

Even if they had more grievances between them than stones in the fortress walls, that big oaf had helped him out in a big way. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

The high-pressure air bladder on Reinhardt’s back went to full power. Like a sharp arrow, the wind pressure from his passage stirred the low grass as he sped across the barren wilderness.

But the Fear Knight’s warhorse was extremely fast, giving him no chance to engage in battle.

The opponent was cunning and experienced, constantly maintaining his distance to kite the Special Ability of Reinhardt’s Destruction Force Field. A vein bulged on Reinhardt’s forehead; he was already on the verge of Blood Fury Red Heat!

He pointed at the Fear Knight and roared in fury!

"My name is Reinhardt! Tell me your name, coward—! Do you dare dismount and fight me?!"

"If you don’t kill me today, then sooner or later, I will find you in the Abyss, kill your horse, and break your legs!"

The winds of the Northern Wilderness were strong, and Reinhardt’s enraged curses were muffled.

But whether it was the pursuing Convicted Demons or the training camp followers who had managed to survive, they couldn’t hear what Reinhardt was saying. Yet even from a great distance, they could clearly feel the fury and desperation in his tone.

Their instincts were right.

Reinhardt was desperate. A red heat warning had even begun to sound in his ears.

Even though the memories of his past life were distant, this scene still stirred up old events from deep within his mind.

It was the pain of a generational Divine King encountering a despicable and shameless Iron Matron with Grasp of the Undying in the top lane.

The pain... it was too much!

The champion of the Slaughter Death Arena, a hundred-year veteran, disdained to prove his power to a New Recruit Knight.

But Reinhardt’s talent, his unyielding spirit, and his immense strength conquered the arrogance of Death Butcher Dortmund!

For the first time, he reined in his horse and stopped, looking Reinhardt directly in the eyes. Using his clumsy human tongue, he spoke a name.

"My... name, Dortmund. Champion of the Slaughter Death Arena. Human, I will personally grant your... death wish."

If the great Avernus had not commanded him to bring this Human Knight back alive to be forged in fury and blood, he would have killed Reinhardt himself. He would have bathed in his blood and death to prove his own fury and victory to Avernus!

It was the first time Reinhardt had so seriously committed a name to memory, because the man had backed up his words! ’Dortmund, is it? Just you wait!’

Time ticked by, second by second.

Reinhardt’s stamina was constantly draining. A single minute felt longer than a century.

’Fear of death?’

’No.’

Reinhardt just hated that he couldn’t shove his furious fist into this bastard Knight’s mouth right now!

The Flaming Warhorse’s iron hooves trampled the ground, leaving behind poisonous sulfurous smoke and undying flames. A stream of dark purple light, wreathed in a bloody mist, followed close behind.

In a matter of moments, the two had already left the fortress far behind, arriving in the depths of the Northern Wilderness.

At that very moment, the orderly ranks of an advancing army appeared on the distant horizon, a massive silver-white banner snapping in the wind.

A figure shining with silver light, like a silver moon streaking across the gloomy sky of the Northern Lands, approached Reinhardt and the other at high speed, wrapped in a terrifying Knightly Suppression!

If the aura of an Earth Knight was like a howling gale blowing in your face, then the Mighty Power of this silver radiance was a storm above the skies of the Northern Lands!

Fear Knight Dortmund didn’t hesitate for a second. Upon sensing this unparalleled and terrifying Mighty Power, he turned his horse and fled wildly!

Even though he was a Seven-star Military Rank Fear Knight, a hundred-year veteran, possessed Demon Power, and was the champion of the Slaughter Death Arena!

This was still not a power he could resist.

A Sky Knight—!

The dazzling silver radiance lit up the land, sweeping over Reinhardt’s head as it shot straight in pursuit of the fleeing Fear Knight!

As this silver radiance approached the fortress, the Convicted Demons who had been reveling in slaughter and violence were all, without exception, struck with terror!

A Sky Knight!

A terrifying existence capable of crushing an Abyssal Great Demon! How could one suddenly appear in a peripheral region of the battlefield like Frostfire Fortress?

And at that moment, the situation of the fortress’s fall and defeat was instantly reversed! The tide-like Abyssal Army began a hasty retreat toward the Teleportation Gate deep in the Northern Icefield.

Reinhardt looked up at the distant sky. Even though his stamina was nearly depleted, the appearance of the Sky Knight ignited his blood. An indescribable passion surged into his heart! Because this was the absolute pursuit of Knight Power he aspired to!

The thunder of hooves grew closer!

Reinhardt turned his head. Reflected in his eyes was a handsome, dark-black warhorse. At the same time, the Knight riding it at a full gallop bent down and extended his right hand to him.

The immense momentum lifted Reinhardt’s body onto the horse’s back.

They had held on bitterly at Frostfire Fortress for so many days, paying a price of near-total annihilation, but they had finally held out long enough for the Empire’s reinforcements.

Reinhardt deactivated Morphic Armor, conserving his stamina as much as possible. A moment later, as his stamina ran out, his sustained Destructive Field·Bloodthirsty Madness finally deactivated.

In his current state, forget activating his Knight Power for a fight; the only reason he hadn’t passed out on the spot was because he was forcing his body to stay conscious.

A tremendous weakness washed over him, like recovering from a serious illness. The harsh cold of the Northern Lands, which he hadn’t felt for a long time, began to mercilessly invade his body now that his stamina was gone.

The Knight’s warhorse was a crossbreed mixed with Dragon Descendant blood. He had to cling tightly to the Knight’s body just to keep from being thrown off by the violent jolting of the gallop.

However, he couldn’t help but feel that the Knight in front of him was surprisingly thin.