Chapter 61: Chapter 48: Hero Knight! Reinhardt, the ’Great Demon’ in Human Form

The Knights’ gazes were all fixed on Reinhardt’s towering back, poised and ready.

They were waiting for the signal to attack.

Holding his axe in one hand, Reinhardt resolutely took a step forward.

As the first Dragonfolk attempted to charge into the town, all eyes watched as the dark purple figure vanished like a phantom. A roaring gust of wind stirred the dust, and the heavy Giant Axe descended with devastating force!

It clove savagely into the chest of a Dragonfolk Soldier!

Bones shattered and sinews tore! Flesh and blood flew everywhere!

A faint, blood-red mist emanated from Reinhardt’s body, making him look like a Blood God incarnate. He raised the Giant Axe high, the blade still impaling a Dragonfolk Soldier who wasn’t quite dead, its body still writhing in agony!

Blood flowed down the axe handle onto his body, seeping into every groove of his Morphic Armor.

They faced a grand war that was almost certainly a suicide mission.

They faced an Empire to which they had once sworn their Knightly oaths—an Empire whose sublime glory had long since faded, now riddled with wounds.

The glory of a Knight and all the inspiring slogans seemed so pale and feeble.

At this moment,

All that remained was to fight to the bloody end!

Reinhardt’s hoarse, furious roar and the hot, flowing blood of the enemy ignited the Knights’ soaring, death-defying will to fight!

"Knights of the Empire! Kill them all—!"

ROAR—!

Dietlinde charged ahead first, the immense power of her Five-star Military Rank on full display!

Her Power was named Anger Fire Calamity.

The strength of her Destruction Force Field was a direct manifestation of her Fury Will!

Even the young Knight Maxim, usually timid and prone to boasting, found the fear deep in his heart vanishing amidst his comrades’ fearless charge in the face of true death and war.

His blood was pumping.

Adrenaline surged through him!

Maxim didn’t think twice. Gripping his Standard Longsword, he let out a roar and charged the enemy right behind Dietlinde.

Perhaps it was because the enemies Reinhardt had faced until now were too powerful.

Fear Knight Dortmund.

The arena champion, Heinrich.

He had almost forgotten how to simply use his power to crush his foes and march to victory through slaughter!

When the searing Dragon Breath completely engulfed Reinhardt’s body.

When the Dragonfolk Soldier that had succeeded in its sneak attack was still gloating, thinking its plan had worked, that it had killed a major threat in this war.

However.

The figure swallowed by the High-Temperature Dragon Breath didn’t fall. Instead, he became like a war chariot of death, roaring and burning with fury.

He left a trail of fire across the plains of the Northern Lands, like a soul-reaping demon, smashing aside any Dragonfolk Soldiers who tried to block his path and arriving directly before it.

At that moment, his towering, powerful, and terrifying body looked like a horrifying Abyssal Great Demon!

The flames burned unceasingly.

Blood flowed endlessly over his weapon of slaughter.

Only by facing Reinhardt directly—this powerful Knight from the Human Empire—could one truly know what terrifying pressure felt like!

The High-Temperature Dragon Breath, hot enough to melt steel, seemed like nothing more than a ridiculously small flame on his body.

And as for the Dragonfolk’s prized, supernaturally resistant scales? Before that door-sized Giant Axe—a weapon so immense that a single glance was terrifying—

they were as fragile as paper.

Shattering at a touch.

Compared to before he was stationed at Baihe Town, the Reinhardt of today was more than twice as strong!

The Heart Steel Layers from Heinrich had directly doubled his physical limits! Back at Frostfire Fortress, a mere sputtering remnant of Abyssal Fire had nearly claimed his life.

And now,

when faced with High-Temperature Dragon Breath—whose destructive power surpassed even that of Abyssal Fire—Reinhardt’s stamina loss was almost negligible.

The immense resistances provided by his Morphic Armor were far beyond anything these ordinary Dragonfolk Soldiers could overcome!

The Dragonfolk that had ambushed Reinhardt was like a startled bird. In its extreme terror, its slender, draconic pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks, and the scales all over its body stood on end!

It tried to retreat, to flee from this Human Empire Knight who terrified it more than an Abyssal Great Demon. But its primitive Physical Strength was pathetically weak before his Knight Power!

When the blunt edge of the Giant Axe slammed into the Dragonfolk Soldier’s chest,

it felt as if a charging Dragon Beast had crashed straight into its torso!

The impact force, far exceeding what flesh and bone could withstand, ruptured its internal organs, crushed its bones, and pulped its flesh!

Then,

the blunt axe blade forced its way into its chest cavity, mercilessly extinguishing the Dragonfolk Soldier’s last spark of life.

At that moment,

the Dragonfolk Soldiers who had been roaring and charging at Reinhardt felt as if they had just witnessed an Abyssal Great Demon, wreathed in terror and death, descend right before them!

They crowded together, shoving and cursing at each other.

But not a single one dared to take another step forward.

Looking at the ten-meter clearing that had suddenly opened up around Reinhardt, an unknowing observer might have thought that he was the invader, and these pitiful Dragonfolk Soldiers were the ones defending themselves and being slaughtered.

There was no shortage of experienced veterans in the Scaya Dragon Race Army.

But even in their long careers of battle, they had never seen a Human Empire Knight who fought with such bloody and brutal methods!

There were no strange Special Abilities.

No flashy combat techniques.

There was only a man who, like an Abyssal Great Demon, withstood the High-Temperature Dragon Breath—ignoring a power that could melt steel—and, like an executioner, used savage methods akin to butchery to forcibly slaughter a soldier!