The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World

Chapter 768- The War Comes To An End (5)

The golden light reached every corner of the battlefield. Even the demons who had turned their backs and were attempting to escape were illuminated by it.

Then...

A pillar of divine light erupted from Reinhardt’s sword and engulfed Astaroth completely.

The pillar was enormous. Its brilliance pierced the earth below and the heavens above, transforming the battlefield into a world of golden light.

Golden light climbed endlessly into the heavens. In the face of the divine radiance, the clouds were shredded, the darkness was destroyed, and the demonic energy saturating the area was purified across hundreds of miles.

The visual display was so overwhelming to the senses that those watching could only stand frozen. No one could speak. They had no words capable of describing the sight before them.

The pillar continued burning and charging upward. Its light grew brighter and brighter, causing the surrounding space to distort.

Inside the pillar, Astaroth’s enormous body was no longer visible. His flames had been swallowed by the divine light, and the scales protecting his body were being reduced to nothing.

The power of [Judgement Nova] was not simply destructive. It was pure and concentrated, carrying a force that separated everything it touched at the fundamental level.

Astaroth’s body began to disintegrate.

The core within his chest gave off a final crimson glow.

Then it cracked.

The pillar of divine light continued to charge into space like a comet’s tail. It pierced through the heavens and left behind a golden scar that remained visible even after the pillar began to disappear.

Slowly, the light started shrinking.

The golden radiance that had swallowed the battlefield receded into the sword, and the oppressive light faded.

The battlefield returned to normal.

Well, normal would have been an overstatement. Everyone was still looking in a daze toward the center of the camp, where a lone golden-haired man stood with four golden wings spread behind him.

His platinum-gold armor reflected the remaining divine radiance. His sword was still raised, though the black sparks around its edge had already vanished.

As for the Eighth Heavenly King, Astaroth...

He was gone.

His figure could no longer be seen. In that brief moment when the pillar of light struck him, his entire being had been disintegrated without leaving even a trace behind.

Nothing remained.

Not a scale. Not a fragment of bone. Not even a remnant of demonic energy.

The Eighth Heavenly King, a demon who had survived for hundreds of years and possessed an ancient bloodline, had been erased completely.

Reinhardt slowly lowered his sword. Then he raised his gaze toward the sky.

That last attack, [Judgement Nova], had not only been meant to kill Astaroth. It had also been directed toward that strange sun-like creature watching the battle from within the clouds.

More importantly, the attack had been meant to show humanity’s power to the demon still hiding somewhere in the world.

Before the creature was disintegrated, it must have recorded everything, including the final attack. The image of Reinhardt standing beneath the pillar of divine light would be carried back to the demons.

It would serve as a fair warning to all demonkind.

This was the beginning of humanity’s retaliation.

Even after the strange eclipsed sun vanished from existence, Reinhardt continued staring at the empty sky. His expression remained calm, but his eyes were filled with sharp caution.

He did not believe that the creature had appeared merely to observe the battle.

There was a possibility that the thing was a pet or a messenger of some powerful ancient demon.

Still, the warning had been delivered.

"It’s over, we won".

Although the cleanup of the battlefield still remained, it could essentially be said that they had won this war.

Reinhardt had muttered those words in a quiet voice, but in the sudden silence that followed the disappearance of Astaroth, every being on the battlefield heard him clearly.

For a moment, no one moved.

Then someone rejoiced.

"We won..."

Another voice followed, louder than the first.

"Ooooh! We actually won!"

The realization spread through the ranks like wildfire. Knights who had been standing motionless suddenly raised their weapons.

"WE WON!"

"WE WON!"

The next second, the battlefield erupted.

Knights roared loudly, with some having difficulty holding back their tears. Some shouted until their voices became hoarse, while others collapsed to their knees, laughing and crying at the same time.

For over a month, they had been pushed backward. For over a month, they had watched their comrades fall while wondering whether they would survive the next day.

They had entered the Tainted Lands expecting to fight a desperate battle. Instead, they had been trapped inside a demonic formation and forced to endure one disaster after another.

And now...

The nightmare was over.

"We won!"

The roar of thousands of knights shook the battlefield. Their voices rose into the sky and drowned out the distant sounds of battle.

Even those still chasing fleeing demons could not help but turn around. Some lowered their weapons, while others shouted and laughed as they watched the celebration spread through the camp.

Silvia cut down a retreating demon before glancing toward the source of the cheers. A smile slowly appeared on her face.

"So it really is over."

Beside her, Gwen and Delicia laughed softly.

"Hahaha! I knew it. Commander is amazing."

Rolan raised his weapon triumphantly. Nearby, Vangeance grinned fiercely, his intimidating face terrifying the demons around him even more than his weapon.

The demons instinctively stepped away from him. Their morale had already collapsed, and seeing the human knights celebrate only deepened their panic.

Out of them all, Kevin’s reaction was the most over the top.

The moment he heard Reinhardt’s declaration, his eyes lit up. He strapped Tiamat onto his back, grabbed a flag from somewhere, jumped onto the roof of a high building, and started shouting loudly while waving the Dawnbringers’ flag.

"OOOOOOH! WE DID IT! WE WON! HAHAHAHA! We actually beat them!"

Under ordinary circumstances, several commanders would probably have reprimanded him for such behavior. His voice was so loud that it could be heard across the entire camp, and his dance was so exaggerated that even wounded knights began laughing.