The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World

Chapter 591: Chapter 591- Knight Giacomo (2)

The world around him blurred. Like a golden streak of lightning, he blitzed through everything.

Of course, the Abyss Nest tried to stop him.

In the blink of an eye, he was surrounded by swarms of flesh demons, and walls squirmed in an attempt to block him off.

However, this was all within his expectations. With one swing of his sword that was enveloped in a blinding golden light, the swarm disintegrated into dust.

Even the flesh giants failed to slow him.

BOOOM...

The sword’s slash continued on its path, opening an enormous gash in the wall trying to encase him.

ROARR...

Seemingly as if feeling the pain, the nest cried out.

What’s more, this was the beginning of its misery. Like a storm ripping through rotten wood, Reinhardt cut everything in front of him, causing the nest to cry out in pain repeatedly.

Within minutes, he had crossed distances that had taken the order hours to fight through.

And soon, the Royal Palace of Lunaris appeared before him.

"??"

The moment Reinhardt appeared in front of the royal palace, he could feel that something was wrong.

The place was the only thing that had been left untouched. Unlike the rest of the capital, it was not devoured by the fleshy mass of the Abyss Nest.

What was even more strange was that the swarm of demons that had relentlessly pursued him until now had stopped.

Although they were lingering in the distance, circling and watching him, none dared to step anywhere near the palace grounds.

It was not that they couldn’t. It was that they wouldn’t.

Their behavior was almost as if there was something in the palace they were terrified of.

Reinhardt narrowed his eyes, he did not bother to think too much. Time was of essence.

The swarms avoiding this place was better for him. This at least told him there was some hope of the High Elf still surviving.

He sprinted forward and burst through the palace gates.

Inside, the grand halls were eerily silent. The massive doors had already been shattered long ago.

Reinhardt looked around, blood stained the walls, and signs of brutal battle could be seen everywhere.

The palace was attacked.

This scene was unlike what he had seen so far. Bodies littered the floor, all devoid of life.

Reinhardt walked forward. The Origin Seed in his hand pulsed violently, brighter than ever before.

She was here, he could feel it.

"Cecilia!" He called out.

However, there was no response.

That said, he did not give up.

He called out again.

"CECILIA! ARE YOU THERE?!"

His voice continued to ring throughout the palace as he rushed deeper.

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Below, in the deepest chamber of the royal palace.

An elf leaned weakly against a cracked stone wall. Her long platinum gold hair had become matted with blood, and her beautiful face had turned a sickly pale.

Her breathing was shallow, each breath causing her shoulders to tremble slightly. Blood dripped from the open wound on her stomach and soaked her clothes crimson.

Her life force was slowly seeping away, she was dying.

Nevertheless, she refused to give up.

Although her emerald eyes were dim with exhaustion, they were still alive. Still burning with stubborn defiance. It was that willpower that still kept her alive.

Cecilia struggled to get up. However, her body refused to listen to her. Her vision was slowly getting blurred.

Silence descended, and for a moment, she felt it was easier to give up.

Mother, Father... I will meet with you two soon.

It was then... a voice echoed faintly through the palace halls above.

"CECILIA!"

Her ears twitched.

Were her senses playing tricks on her? She wasn’t sure if she was imagining it.

It was then, the voice rang again.

Closer and louder this time.

"CECILIA! ARE YOU THERE?!"

The voice was unmistakable. Someone was looking for her.

Cecilia’s breath caught in her throat.

She wanted to speak, to respond to that voice. But other than air, nothing came out of her throat.

Just when despair gripped her body, the door to the hall was kicked open, and a figure donned in radiant platinum armor appeared in her vision.

BANG...

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Reinhardt kicked the door open.

He was unsure how many times he had repeated the action, how many halls were busted open by him, only to find corpses lying on the ground.

By now, even he was starting to panic a little.

However, his Divine Traits forcibly suppressed all those emotions, and the Origin Seed still shining gave him some hope.

That said, his urgent actions betrayed his inner anxiety.

Every second, every moment that he wasted, put the High Elf in danger.

Reinhardt was sincerely hoping that she was fine and that he could reach her in time. And so, with those hopes in mind, he busted open another door.

The scene he saw next caused his body to freeze in place.

The place was filled with the aftermath of a massacre. Bodies lay scattered across the chamber. Armored knights of Lunaris, royal guards, elite warriors.

Even the king himself lay collapsed on his throne. The civilian bodies near him seemed like his sons and daughters.

Each and everyone wore expressions of terror and dread until their death.

The entire royal family had been slaughtered, and the chamber looked like a battlefield. That said, Reinhardt did not pay attention to any of this.

His full attention was on one place. More precisely, on one person.

Leaning against the wall at the far end of the chamber. Platinum gold hair. A beautiful face that stood out among all the elves he had seen so far. And that aura, subtle yet unmistakably noble.

Even the Origin Seed in his hand burst out with a brilliant light as if resonating with someone within this chamber.

There was no doubt, she was the one he was searching for.

The High Elf Priestess.

The next instant, Reinhardt vanished and appeared beside her in a blink.

He immediately caught her collapsing body and gently supported her.

From the touch, he could tell that her skin was cold. Too cold.

Blood soaked through her clothing where the wound along her side had nearly taken her life. She had lost too much blood.

"Cecilia?" He shook her lightly, carefully so as not to worsen her condition.

"Cecilia, can you hear me?"

At first, there was no response. But then her eyelids, which had almost closed completely, twitched faintly.

She was alive!

.

Cecilia forced her eyes open.

Was this a dream? She did not know.

But through her exhausted body and blurry vision, she saw a figure holding her gently.

He had golden hair, eyes that shone like the sun. Sharp features that framed his handsome face, and decked out in that radiant platinum armor, he looked just like the knights from the ancient legends her mother used to tell her as a child.

Though that state did not last for long. Clarity appeared in her brain, and she looked at the knight with eyes filled with confusion.

Who was this man?

Why was he here?

How did he know her name?

Confusion clouded her thoughts.

"Who?" Her lips moved weakly.

Reinhardt did not answer immediately. Instead, he examined her condition. Her wounds were too severe. She had lost too much blood, and her heartbeat was weak.

If he had arrived even a little later, she might have really died.

The realization caused a chill to run down his spine.

Although he had skills that could revive the dead, it was not omnipotent. Bodies that have been dead for a long time cannot be revived.

This was something he understood very well, which was why he was in such a hurry to find her.

Because he knew that if the window of duration of her death was too long, then even his ultimate skill would be useless.

During this entire time, the sense of foreboding gnawed at his mind.

And lo and behold, Cecilia really was in danger.

Thankfully, he arrived in time.

In a way, it could be said that finding her in time was due to the intervention of his divine luck. This seemingly inconspicuous luck seemed to work in a mysterious way.

Reinhardt placed one hand gently against her stomach and activated his skill.

"[Radiant Renewal]."

Golden light exploded outward from his body and filled the room.

[Radiant Renewal] Effect: The Paladin releases a wave of holy energy that heals wounds, purges ailments, and restores vitality to all allies within range.

In addition, this ability enhances natural regeneration, allowing allies to recover health and stamina continuously for several minutes. Severe injuries, such as lost limbs, are regenerated over time, and the effect lingers longer on the Paladin itself.

Normally, the skill was a powerful area of effect blessing, one capable of restoring entire squads of wounded soldiers.

However, right now, he had no mind to pay attention to that detail.

Within the light, dandelions began to bloom. They floated gently in the air before settling on Cecilia’s injured body.