The Hypocritical Holy Knight 116

That night, the Eternal Night Forest was not peaceful.

Countless demon beasts were awakened by the intense fighting sounds. They opened their various colored beast eyes in the pitch-black forest, wanting to join in and get a share, but were stunned by the shocking might created by the battle between the two top powerhouses. They would run away in fright soon after approaching.

These demon beasts on the periphery had ordinary strength and didn't dare to interfere in this battle that far exceeded their level.

After about half an hour, the beast roars filled with anger and misery gradually stopped until they disappeared. Not long after, He Yan, who was waiting in place, saw a familiar figure dragging something as he walked back.

It was Ambrose.

The recent battle seemed exceptionally fierce. Even a piece of the shoulder armor on the Holy Knight Commander was shattered, hanging loosely on his body. His magnificent white-gold knight uniform was splattered with blood stains, not even sparing his face.

Dark bloodstains stained his chin and cheeks. Coupled with the cold expression on his face, under the endless night, he was like a handsome god of slaughter as he approached them.

Seeing Ambrose's appearance, the eyes of the Holy Knights present unanimously revealed a trace of surprise.

Although they had seen the Commander in battle before, Ambrose had always been a person who could control his emotions very well. Seeing his murderous aura so obviously exposed was a first.

As he got closer, everyone discovered that the one being dragged by the hair by the Holy Knight Commander was an adult man, his body bound by chains of light that flowed with a golden glow, formed from Light techniques.

This should be the beastman from just now. His deep brown hair was the same color as that lion's mane.

Ambrose stopped in front of everyone and released his hand, throwing the beastman on the ground.

His gaze met the Holy Son's beside him for a moment, a flash of darkness passing through his eyes. Then he shifted his gaze and instructed the Holy Knights: "The distant battlefield has been cleaned up. Later, you and the bishops will erase all the bloodstains nearby."

The smell of blood would attract demon beasts. Moreover, the Beastman chieftain's blood contained power. If left unchecked, it would definitely attract many demon beasts to come and lick it.

Although the demon beasts on the outskirts of the Eternal Night Forest were not very powerful, if they came in large numbers, it would also be big trouble.

Compared to Ambrose who only appeared a bit disheveled, this beastman looked much more miserable. His entire muscular body was covered in ruptured wounds that continued to bleed, dyeing the ground red.

This beastman's body was tightly curled up, with especially heavy bloodstains on his abdomen and legs, making it obvious that he must have extremely severe injuries there.

The beastman's pair of brown beast eyes were exceptionally bright as he fiercely glared at the surrounding people.

When He Yan was examining Ambrose's wounds, he incidentally glanced at the beastman on the ground.

His gaze paused for a moment on the pool of blood at the beastman's lower abdomen, and a trace of hesitation appeared in his eyes as his mood became subtle.

— It couldn't be what he was thinking, right?

This beastman's perception was exceptionally keen. Almost instantly, he met He Yan's gaze. When he clearly saw He Yan's face, his vertical beast pupils constricted and his curled up body also struggled a bit, looking very agitated.

Then he was immediately kicked mercilessly in the face by the Holy Knight Commander who had turned back.

The beastman seemed to be under a silencing spell. Even when subjected to such a humiliating action, only a low muffled groan could be heard from his throat. By the time the Holy Knight Commander's cold, hard boot moved away, even his only barely visible face was in a sorry state.

He Yan moved his gaze away from the beastman clan leader's miserable face. "......"

He checked over Ambrose's injuries.

Although the Holy Knight Commander looked very disheveled, in reality, the vast majority of the blood on his body was not his own. From head to toe, he only had some minor injuries which were taken care of with just two low-level healing spells.

Afterwards, the bishops and Holy Knights cleaned up the battlefield, then picked up the beastman who could only wriggle unwillingly on the ground from being tied up. Following the Holy Knight Commander's orders, they strictly guarded him, waiting to interrogate him tomorrow.

After taking care of everything, Ambrose followed his Holy Son back to the tent.

Of course, before returning, he also borrowed an Iron Cavalry Captain's tent to change out of his knight uniform that was covered in the beastman's reeking blood, and gave himself a simple bath, only then returning to the resting place fresh and clean.

Seeing his series of meticulous actions, He Yan truly felt the extent of the elves' dislike for the beastmen.

Then, as soon as he entered the door, he was hugged around the waist from behind by the extremely fastidious blood elf. His entire person was instantly enveloped by the other person's slightly cold aura. Then he felt his shoulder sink as a head heavily pressed down on his shoulder.

He Yan reached out to pat that head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Because the Holy Knight had just finished bathing, there was still a hint of dampness between his hair.

The blood elf rubbed his tall nose against the crook of He Yan's neck. His slightly heavy voice came from behind He Yan, not answering the question: "You are mine."

... He really lacked a sense of security.

He Yan sighed in his heart and comforted: "Mm."

The blood elf silently hugged him for a while longer before releasing him. Then he took out a small, golden glowing object from somewhere. "Guess what this is?"

It was a broken container base. Although incomplete, it still emitted a faint and holy radiance, restrained by an illusory dark chain which concealed its full aura.

He Yan took that object into his hand as the blood elf wished and carefully examined it.

Although he couldn't sense the specific aura and attributes of this object, judging from its eye-catching characteristics and connecting it with the beastman clan leader who came to launch a sneak attack tonight, this should be that piece of the Light Divine Artifact that had fallen into the hands of the beastman clan, right?

However, the original Cecil should not have known about the existence of this Divine Artifact fragment. Therefore, under the blood elf's gaze, He Yan only slightly shook his head and said hesitantly, "A light-attribute magic tool?"

The blood elf rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek. "Correct, this is a fragment of the Light Divine Artifact."

He Yan timely widened his eyes in surprise.

The blood elf seemed to be amused by his performance, a trace of tenderness flashing in his eyes, but it was replaced by disgust in the next second. "This is the purpose of the Pope's deal with the beastman tribe."

Then, as if remembering something even worse, the murderous aura in his blood-red eyes grew heavier, and he said coldly, "After learning of the Pope's demotion, that fool actually wanted to find me to continue this deal."

He Yan's brows couldn't help but furrow. "......"

Every single thing the beastman tribal leader did refreshed his understanding of the lower limit of beastman intelligence.

As the leader of the Holy Knights, Ambrose's strength was well-known throughout the continent. When he knew his own strength might not necessarily surpass the other party's, this beastman tribal leader actually foolishly brought the fragments of the Light Divine Artifact to the door to make a deal?

Although the Light Divine Artifact fragments were indeed an extremely tempting bargaining chip, knights who betrayed their contracts also had to pay an extremely heavy price.

Where did that beastman tribal leader get the confidence that Ambrose would be moved by the artifact fragment and betray his allegiance?

No wonder although the beastman race could rank among the top in strength among all races on the Delan Continent, they could never actually prosper.

The Creator was indeed fair. While bestowing the beastmen with great power, he also mercilessly deprived them of their IQ.

Seeing that he had a slightly displeased expression, the blood elf reached out to smooth the traces between his brows, a hint of pleasure in his blood-red eyes. "Of course, that fool has already been beaten up by me."

Reflexively thinking of the large bloodstain on the beastman's lower abdomen, He Yan really wanted to ask where he had hit, but the words reached his lips and he swallowed the question, instead changing it to another sentence, "How do you plan to deal with this thing?"

Forget it, he was the one who was going to spend the night with his partner. It was better not to mention topics that would spoil the mood.

The blood elf's lips curled slightly and he kissed the corner of He Yan's lips. "Of course it is to present it to you, my Lord Cecil."

Don't look at it as just a piece of a divine artifact; it is a divine artifact imbued with the power of the Goddess of Light. The remnants of the most fundamental light divine power on it might not be much in the world of gods, but placed in the low-level plane of the Delan Continent, they were an extremely terrifying force.

However, the Son of Light unexpectedly shook his head and refused without any hesitation this thing that every bishop dreamed of, "It's not safe with me. I think it would be more appropriate to have my contracted knight keep it, right?"

The appearance of demonic energy was just the beginning of the God of Darkness's invasion of the Delan Continent. No god had ever been able to monopolize the faith of the entire continent, so this was an unstoppable war, a historical inevitability.

In a few years, the Church of Light would be in chaos under the impact of the newly established Church of the God of Darkness, and with other gods taking advantage of the chaos to muddy the waters, the situation would become even more complicated.

At that time, the Church of Light would not be as peaceful as it was now, and his strength at that time would be far from sufficient to give him absolute assurance that he could keep this divine artifact fragment.

The blood elf had many more hidden cards than he did. Such a hot potato was safer to leave in the blood elf's keeping.

The blood elf stared at him silently with his blood eyes for a long time before asking in a sighing voice, "Do you really trust me that much? My dear, I don't mean anything else."

What he had just said about presenting the artifact fragment to the Son of Light was not a probing remark, but a sincere wish that this little mouse, who risked his life every day, could have a means of self-preservation.

However, the Son of Light just smiled at him slightly, those pure eyes like obsidian staring at him intently, and unexpectedly said words that made his heart warm, "Of course I trust you, because you are also mine, Ambrose."

Author's Note:

He Yan: It's better to push this hot potato to the gong. (*▽*)

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