On the dark and oppressive swamp battlefield, the sky was shrouded in thick fog.
Just as the sun was gradually dimming here, a dazzling blood-red light tore through this suffocating darkness.
An Angel with blood-colored wings descended from the sky like a burning meteor.
The blood-colored wings, like sharp blades, whipped up a howling wind as they descended at high speed, fiercely cutting through the dense fog.
Though the swamp beast fell heavily to the ground, its thick and tough skin didn't suffer any substantial damage.
It shook its head vigorously and quickly regained its senses, letting out an angry roar.
But before it could figure out who had harmed it, the blood-colored meteor had already fallen atop its head! Chapters fırst released on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⟡𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵
At the critical moment, the swamp beast instinctively twisted its head sharply, causing the sharp sword blade not to pierce directly into its skull but instead thrust into its neck.
Its proud thick hide had no defense against the incredibly sharp longsword.
The sword blade easily pierced through the Demon's tough outer skin, stabbing directly into its vital point, finally getting stuck between its bones.
In excruciating pain, the swamp beast went berserk instantly, its muscles tensing violently and clamping the sword blade tightly within its body.
Its already enormous body swelled even more!
Berserk transformation!
This was a special entity capable of entering a berserk state when near death!
Furthermore, compared to typical berserk abilities, the side effects of this ability were immense.
The wounds on its skin, which were originally tensed by muscles, were now directly torn open due to the swelling, with streams of fresh blood gushing out from multiple wounds.
Its muscles trembled violently, and the pain from the wounds seemed to fuel its ferocity even more, elevating its aura again!
Everyone who saw this would know it couldn't last much longer.
However, during this time before its imminent death, it would transform into the most terrifying berserk war machine.
Meanwhile, the blood-red figure didn't attempt to pull out the sword blade but instead released it, gently leaping as the Demon furiously swung its head, floating mid-air.
The Demon raised its head and let out a deafening roar, as if it wished to shatter the sky.
Its eyes, stained with blood, turned scarlet like burning flames, fixating intently on the enemy in mid-air.
Its hooves furiously scraped the ground, raising large swathes of mud, charging forward explosively, each step aiming to crack the swamp.
In its eyes, there was only the enemy, recklessly breaking through, crashing directly into the trees in the swamp.
Unfortunately, each charge was effortlessly dodged at the last moment by that figure.
There was a vast chasm between the beast that could only run on the ground and the figure soaring in the sky.
The Angel's soft laugh reached Fao's ears, who was already watching in amazement.
The Paladin, who was prepared for sacrifice, stood stunned, blankly staring at the nimble figure swiftly flying in the sky, contending with the Demon.
"Is it the War Angel of my master..."
The blood-colored wings and the intense murderous aura on the figure reminded Fao of descriptions he had once read in the Church's records:
"They are tall and majestic, with massive wings spreading from their backs, each feather forged with starlight."
"Their faces are as stern as deities, with eyes burning with intense war flames, flames capable of illuminating the dark Abyss."
"They dive from above the clouds, plunging like meteors into the darkness."
"Where the Angel goes, darkness retreats, the radiance of justice spreads across the land, and the sun remains eternal."
Did the Master of the Sun hear my prayer and send his messenger to save me… No.
No, no! The Holy War Angel's power wouldn't be this weak; even the weakest would have Legendary strength.
Furthermore, upon seeing the blood-stained white hair, he suddenly snapped back to reality.
The person before him wasn't an Angel.
"Sir Herbert?" Fao muttered almost deliriously to himself.
Could this person be the same Sir Herbert?
At the thought of this moment, he couldn't believe what he was thinking.
What am I thinking... How could it possibly be Herbert?
Though he possesses great talent, quickly showcasing High Tier strength, he can't possibly compare with the figure before him.
While white hair is rare, others on this earth also have such traits.
Besides, there's no way to explain the wings on his back… It couldn't possibly be a Holy Mark Transformation?
No, impossible, that would be too extravagant!
While Fao was bewildered, the figure seemed to sense his gaze and found time to turn and smile at him amidst dodging and maneuvering.
Upon seeing that young face stained with blood, Fao was thoroughly dumbfounded.
He couldn't believe what he was thinking, but he wasn't blind!
It was really Herbert!!!
Three months ago, he was just a weak noble's offspring, but now he had become a mighty warrior able to contend with berserk Demons.
Herbert turned back while dodging, looking at the Paladin who was ready to sacrifice himself to save others. After a glance, he smiled and said:
"Looks like I'm not too late."
In the past, Herbert never really understood why heroes in various stories always arrived late at critical moments.