The Sword Saint Reinhard, hailed as "the strongest on the ground," truly lived up to his reputation. Though he had been utterly outmatched in both physical and magical combat when facing that troublesome little girl, he had no trouble handling the Witch Cult's lackeys and even ordinary Sin Archbishops.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to kill that Sin Archbishop of Gluttony so easily with just a few swings of his sword—the one who embodied "Gourmet," and was said to be able to devour his opponents' memories and names, gain their abilities, and share their injuries. He was a tricky opponent.
Honestly, after easily killing Roy Alphard, the Sin Archbishop of Gluttony, Reinhard had finally regained a little confidence. He no longer doubted his own abilities.
By now, he had more or less secured the North Gate area.
He planned to clear out the enemies in the tower and take control of it. As long as there wasn't another troublesome Sin Archbishop inside, the outcome of the battle should be all but decided.
However, the northeastern district under their responsibility was still crawling with Witch Cultists. Reinhard didn't even know where they had all come from. The area they had just cleared was now in chaos again.
Looking back from here, he could see fire blazing everywhere and hear shouts of fighting and slaughter. He wanted to turn back and clear the area again, but when he looked at the North Gate Tower before him, then at Felt, who was being protected nearby, he could only sigh inwardly.
"Are you all ready?"
"Stay alert!"
"Whatever happens, securing the Water Gate Tower first can only help us!"
"Move out!"
"I'll stand by out here. If you encounter an enemy you can't handle, summon me immediately!"
"Go!"
With that, he glanced at