Chapter 132: Reverse Charge

Suddenly, Ancestar felt a chill behind him. He used his core strength and Heart Force to immediately rotate 180 degrees in mid-air with a bang!

A shadow, like an arrow, pursued Ancestar from behind. He dodged it narrowly. A wound appeared on Ancestar’s ruggedly handsome face.

The shadow arrow seemed to possess strong corrosive and toxic properties. This Abyssal shadow power ravaged the wound, making him feel paralyzed and nauseous.

Ancestar forcibly concentrated. He gathered Heart Force at the wound. Relying purely on Heart Force, he managed to block the corruption of the Abyssal shadow power.

Just then, the dark worshipers opposite raised their hands. A shadow arrow appeared above each of their heads, pointing toward Ancestar, who was suspended in the air with no place to land.

“I’m dead for sure!” This thought flashed through his mind. It reminded him of the final charge of the Knights that night long ago.

It would be better if I had died then. My brothers, let us meet again on the other side of the River Styx.

Just as Ancestar’s thoughts surfaced, a fiery yellow figure descended from the sky. Bang!

The yellow figure landed precisely between Ancestar and the shadow arrows. He raised both hands and shouted.

Boom!

A gigantic, fiery yellow shield wall materialized, blocking all the shadow arrows.

The yellow figure looked back at Ancestar, flashing a wide smile. “Melancholy Uncle, you can’t monopolize so many enemies worthy of a fight!”

“Arno!”

Ancestar was utterly shocked. He believed Arno’s talent and pure spirit were sufficient for him to comprehend Heart Force someday, but he never expected Arno to comprehend Heart Force now, and use it so skillfully.

At this moment, he felt a deep sense of loss. Is this the difference between an ordinary person and a genius?

Time shifts back. Arno was running back toward the relief home. He had achieved Mental Overdrive long ago through the Thought-Flow Training Method. In a sense, Arno was a genius of Knightly cultivation.

Although he was a poor student, he had managed to memorize the Minimal Meditation Spell. Relying on the Minimal Meditation Spell, he had unleashed the accumulation of his year-long Thought-Flow training in just a few days, completing the initial magification and generating Inherent Mana.

He was moving against the direction he had just fled. Although he didn’t understand the great philosophies Melancholy Uncle spoke of, he had his own intuition.

This intuition told him that returning, defying danger, and fighting alongside his comrades was the true path of a Knight!

“I possess true Heroic qualities. I believe I will only be a true Knight if I walk toward the relief home. Father, you would agree, right?” Arno muttered to himself. The image of his father raising his hunting knife and charging the dark worshipers flashed before his eyes. He remembered the sight of his father, killed by the dark worshipers, hanging on a tree branch, desiccated by the wind.

“My father was a true Hero! I will also become a true Hero and inherit your Courage.”

Arno walked resolutely. His Courage Will naturally flowed, gradually merging with his Inherent Mana as he reversed his path. Mana seemed to rejoice and dance on this quiet road.

The Mana seemed to be cheering and leaping for the Knight’s self-realization, surging into Arno’s body and reinforcing him. His Inherent Mana continuously strengthened. Arno’s strong heartbeat was conspicuously loud on the silent road.

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

A massive amount of Mana flowed into Arno, transforming into his Inherent Mana. It merged with his Courage Creed, transforming into Heart Force, which surged toward Arno’s heart like a great wave.

The sound of crashing waves seemed to be heard, celebrating and shouting. They were celebrating the birth of a new Knight: Arno, the Reverse Charger, Knight of Courage.

Arno comprehended his Knight’s Path. His entire being underwent a monumental transformation.

As he ran against the direction of flight, his resolve was firm. He instantly jumped from a Mid-level Wizard Apprentice, who had only just generated Inherent Mana, to the peak level of a Mid-level Wizard Apprentice.

If compared to the Divine Descendants, he was now infinitely close to the lowest level of a Pseudo-Hero.

What followed was Arno’s accurate leap from a high point, landing between Ancestar and the dark worshipers. Arno’s Courage Heart Force was burning, reinforcing his entire body, including his eyes.

Ancestar landed and immediately charged the dark worshiper behind him. A flash of azure water-light sliced across the air. The dark worshiper screamed, and his right arm was severed.

As an experienced Knight, Ancestar was very judicious in his use of power. He did not possess the naturally superhuman Heart Force of Arno. He calculated every bit of his power usage precisely.

His style was to use the longsword to channel Heart Force, minimizing consumption for maximum gain.

Another azure arc sliced across the air. The disarmed dark worshiper had almost sunk into the shadow when Ancestar cleaved the half that had not yet submerged.

“Clap, clap, clap!”

“What an interesting performance! I never expected to encounter such unique beings besides the Divine Descendants.”

A figure emerged from the pitch-black ground. A tall hooded figure in a gray-gold robe, wearing a black, iron mask imprinted with a stylized, pained human face.

“Under the Darkness, Priest Ambrio of Pain greets you. Peculiar beings, why do you gain supernatural power without divine blood or faith?”

Ambrio’s pointed hood suddenly tilted 90 degrees to the left. His entire body distorted sharply, emitting a hissing sound.

Arno and Ancestar remained silent. They moved together with mutual understanding, waving their hands to motion for the children from the relief home, who were nearly petrified with fear, to move backward.

“You won’t talk? Someone asks a polite question, and you remain silent. Don’t you think that’s rude? Sinful beings, accept the judgment of the Darkness!”

Ambrio’s body writhed like a snake. In the vision of Ancestar and Arno, multiple dark, pained figures appeared behind him.

Dozens of dark figures leaped out from Ambrio’s pitch-black back. Carrying pain and curses, they rushed toward Arno and Ancestar.

The two dodged and parried awkwardly. Each dark figure was only slightly weaker than them. In an instant, the two were caught in a desperate struggle.

“Why won’t you run? At this point, running, retreating, and regrouping is the best option, isn’t it? Why won’t you run? Why endure this pain here? Do you also worship pain!” Ambrio’s mask of pain continuously twisted. His expression was both sinister and ecstatic. He laughed wildly.