Chapter 75: Chapter 57: Blessing of Avernus! The First Evolution of a Special Ability

The consequences would be unthinkable!

It was at this very moment.

Over half of Sedon’s Ash Guard suddenly drew their broadswords. Catching their former comrades completely off guard, they stabbed them in the back, one after another!

A Black Armored Knight removed his full coverage helmet, revealing a ferocious face already twisted by corruption, sharp horns sprouting from his flesh. Deep within his eyes burned the unceasing Abyssal Fire. The Demon’s aura could no longer be concealed, carrying the stench of rot and suffering as it spread wantonly on the wind.

He raised his blood-soaked broadsword and roared!

"Get the Chosen One out of here! For the victory of Avernus! Blood for the Blood God! Kill them all—!"

When the fallen Ash Guard uttered that name.

The eyes of the first Radiant Angel to turn back widened in shock!

He was none other than Albert, the very Knight who had first sensed there was more to Reinhardt than a mere Mortal!

The Chosen One!

This was a power of rage and slaughter even more terrifying than a blessing from Avernus!

It was impossible to imagine.

Just what kind of hatred and torment must that young Knight’s soul and heart be enduring!

But what shocked him even more was that amidst all this pain, confusion, and bloody slaughter, Reinhardt—a young Knight of only seventeen—remained so unyielding and steadfast in his conviction!

His loyalty was beyond question!

The Radiant Angel Albert felt ashamed for having doubted Reinhardt’s absolute loyalty, and he burned with rage at Karloman’s betrayal and corruption!

He had been about to struggle desperately to break free from the magma tentacles, but not only did they suddenly vanish, even Sedon was nearly run through by a traitor’s broadsword!

And all of this that was happening.

Reinhardt, suspended motionless within the Ice Crystal, saw it all.

He felt perfectly calm.

The Ash Guard’s attempt to trap him with the Ice Crystal’s power was nothing but naive, wishful thinking. He could break out at any moment.

Time seemed to freeze in that moment.

The earth burned fiercely.

The sky was the color of blood.

The once vast and peaceful Northern Grassland was now littered with corpses, transformed into a gigantic abattoir of flesh and blood.

In the distance, Baihe Town.

Dust from the ruins filled the air, punctuated by the flicker of flames.

Fei Ning cradled the blood-soaked form of Dietlinde, his face ashen. Tears, unseen for many years, welled in the iron-willed veteran’s eyes.

The betrayal and exploitation by his superior.

His dearest friend on the brink of death.

All of it was testing his faith and ideals as a Knight.

Sedon grabbed the traitor’s broadsword with one hand. For the first time in his life, Reinhardt saw the man’s cold face twist with an expression of pure, disbelieving shock.

Albert and four other Radiant Angels plummeted from the sky like cannonballs, trying to snatch away the ice-encased Reinhardt.

In fact.

He could clearly see Albert’s towering rage and bitter reluctance.

Heinrich’s Dragon Blood Warhorse reared, its hooves pawing the air. With a hoarse roar, Heinrich raised his Dragon-Hunting Spear and charged toward the Radiant Waymark—so close, yet so impossibly far.

Reinhardt saw the Knights corrupted by Demon Power. The triumphant, wild laughter on their faces was like a pair of filthy boots, stomping viciously on the face of the Empire and trampling the sacred oaths they had sworn before the Radiant Holy Image!

The mocking gazes of these fallen Demonized Knights seemed to say, ’A weak little ant like you is worthy of a blessing from the great god of rage and slaughter?!’

Just as one of the Demonized Knights carrying the Ice Crystal set foot on the steel gangway of the Radiant Waymark.

A line of ethereal blue text scrolled across Reinhardt’s vision.

[Morphic Armor - Special Ability One: Swiftness, has completed its first evolution.]