Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 783

783. Play vs Play

Whether Roman was shocked or not, Saxon listened to Rem’s nonsense or Shinar’s argument with one ear and opened his senses. His five senses were tangled. It was as if he had entered a magical realm.

‘Then let’s say this place has become a devil’s paradise.’

Just being a little tangled doesn’t dull the edge of his senses.

‘Where is the captain?’

The question had an answer.

‘Balrog, the devil.’

Saxon set his senses on edge and looked for the most dangerous place. Saxon knew the man Encrid. He was the kind of man who would step into the most dangerous places on his own.
Saxon’s gaze turned to a dark passageway that looked like the throat of a giant monster with one side open. There were no stalactites or anything, but the surroundings had turned into a large open space inside a cave.

‘This is the center of the passage.’

There were several caves leading in all directions from this place.
Saxon’s senses had found the most ominous and sinister place among them. It was a conclusion that the Will mixed with his senses stirred and burned. Just sensing and understanding would consume the Will.
It would be proof that fighting or doing anything in here would be formidable.
But was that a reason to back down? It wasn’t.
Saxon hadn’t shown any particular signs, but someone suddenly intervened from the side.

“Hey. Did you find it?”

Just as Saxon knew his leader, Rem knew the specialty of wild cats. This kid would know the way. He would find it somehow. I felt sorry for Dunbakel for no reason. No matter how much magic I used, I thought Dunbakel, who had turned into a beastman, would be able to find it by smell.
Well, it would be fine if a wild cat filled the empty spot instead of a beastman.
Saxon thought for a moment.
He thought that his current physical condition was not perfect, and that this barbarian’s slingshot was still useful. Wasn’t what I saw just now impressive?

“I don’t like your eyes.”

Saxon absentmindedly turned his gaze to one side at the words of the sensible barbarian. While the two were talking, Lawford glanced behind him and asked.

“Are you saying we should drop everything?”

The answer to that question was given by Luagarne.

“That can’t be happening. We have to stop those too.”

Prok gave the most reasonable answer in the current situation. What would happen if we let them rush in?
The remaining residents of the Demon Realm would be annihilated. Securing a retreat route and not leaving the rear was the basics of fighting.
Luagarne was Prok who knew that rushing in and fighting was not the best option.

“Roford, Pell, and Teresa stay. I stay too.”

Her voice was clear. There was not the slightest hint of wanting to die together. In conclusion, Rem, Audyn, Saxon, and Sinar were moving, and Roman wanted to stop listening and pick his ears. No, it would be more accurate to say that he wanted to ask if that was right.

‘You still tear the power after seeing that?’

Hwaruk.

There was no shortage of light sources thanks to the torches that were placed here and there in the cave or whatever shape they were in. The torches hanging from the walls illuminated the surroundings well.
Even in the light of the torches, the owners of the black fog that were approaching, covering their entire bodies in thick darkness, could be seen.

“Hey, it was just a warm-up so far.”

It was a thick voice, different from a human voice, and it made the air tremble even though it was not shouted loudly.
Even among those who had lost their senses, there were a few who stood out. You can tell just by looking at them. They were a difficult guy to deal with.
They were two heads bigger than Audin, and their forearms were thicker than the thighs of an average adult male. They were giants, originally from a race called the red-blooded demons.
Their hair was greasy, as if they hadn’t washed it for days or months, and their teeth, which were briefly revealed as they spoke, were pitch black.

“Go.”

Teresa said. It was an act of lightly ignoring the reverberating voice that lingered like a reverberation.
The expression of the giant who had been walking toward him while thumping the ground changed to fierce. The corners of his eyebrows rose and his jaw muscles protruded as he clenched his molars. It was a distance where his expression could be seen. In other words, it was a distance where he could rush in and strike.
Behind him, there were people lined up like an army, armed with swords, spears, maces, axes, and so on. The giant looked exactly like a general leading an army.

“No, not now…….”

Roman opens his mouth to speak.

“Well, I slept well.”

The lazy bum, who had been enjoying his rest with his eyes tightly shut despite the commotion, opened his eyes.
He even stretched without any problem, and Rem, who saw him, unconsciously muttered a spell into his words.

“That crazy kid, I should have just left him alone.”

Even without emphasizing it, anyone could tell that he was sincere. It was a word that contained a curse.

“The captain?”

And this is what he says as he gets up.

“Oh, I guess you couldn’t find your way. I’ll take the lead.”

This also means that you have a rough idea of the situation.

“Just follow me, brother.”

Unable to stand by, Audyn stepped forward. Rem completely shut his mouth. Before he could say anything, his axe would move first.

“This way.”

Saxon moved indifferently as if he didn’t care about anything, and Sinar followed behind him.

“These-things-are!”

The ignored giant cried out.

“It’s so noisy I could die.”

When Lawford and Pell heard that, they turned their ears. Their calm attitudes showed no sense of crisis.

“How on earth?”

Roman muttered. It was hard to adjust to the current situation.
Looking closer, I could nod my head in agreement as to why they were called lunatics. I felt like I was in the middle of chaos.
I could die. How could I act like this?
It wasn’t exactly for him, but Fel had answered.

“Open your eyes and follow me, shy Lawford. I will survive today and go higher.”

Then Lawford took up the conversation.

“Who’s shy? Just follow along, Pel. I was the leader originally.”

The half-giant Teresa passed between them and said.

“Brothers, don’t even try to speak.”

Luagarne saw that and laughed, puffing out her cheeks.

“Haha. This prog is going to go beyond its limits today!”

Even with all these weapons , including a whip of flame and a single loop sword, irregularities and tactical movements,
there was little Luagarne could do against a true knight. But she wanted to go further. She had no shortage of desire, she had plenty of experience, and the opportunity had arrived.

“If I can’t get over it, I’ll die.”

Roman realized this as he listened to her speak again.

“You could die. You know that it’s too reckless, right?”

That’s what I heard from my colleagues before leaving the city of Oara.
Yes, all of this was to move forward, to climb higher. That was the state of mind right before being attacked by the parasite. Will moved on
his own as the determination he had forgotten for a moment filled his body again. Roman instinctively knew that even if he escaped this moment, even if he survived here, he wouldn’t suddenly become a knight.

‘Does it matter?’

The only thing that’s important is not to lose the will to move forward right now.
The reason Rem and others left? They all knew that Encred was in danger.
My leader would be in a more dangerous and dangerous place than here. That’s why they moved. But that doesn’t mean that they’re going to leave without lifting a finger.

“Let’s take a little detour, brother.”

As Audin said, if we leave like this, it will be too harsh for those who are left behind.
Saxon nodded without looking back. The group headed slightly towards the group of ghosts.

“iced coffee!”

The giant in front rushed forward, but the giant’s head was crushed by the edge of Teresa’s shield and fell.
He turned his body around and swung his shield as a blunt weapon. It was a light movement and strike that did not match his size. Teresa was about to show everything she had hidden. And so the fight began again. Of course, this was something that would happen countless times.
In today, Encred was repeating.

* * *

In that repeated today, Encred was facing Doulhan and was repeating his name once again.

“Dora-pa?”
“……What’s my name? No, it’s not Dora-pa, it’s Donapa!”

He was an opponent who didn’t know how to control his emotions. Even in that state, he was a skilled person who could make Encred dizzy with a dangerous blow.
Of course, Encred spoke to him before he could properly apply his strength and let his guard down. He approached him and combined flashes and stabs to repeatedly stab his head, creating a lightning bolt, and then split his body into four pieces.
After the dawn forging, he left his head as decoration. When he dropped his sword after leaving the man in pieces, Donapa, who was left with only his head, screamed.

“My name is Donapa! Do! Na! Pa!”

After saying those words, he turned into a black fog and disappeared, leaving behind only grains of sand.

‘Was it a little early?’

He killed his first opponent before he could even draw his two short swords, and he also killed this author, who had turned into a dwarf named Dora or Donapa, in one breath.
Thanks to this, he had some time to spare, and the opponent for the third single-edged sword that he had seen right away did not appear.
Even if he didn’t come, he could just step forward himself, so Encred strode forward briskly. He knew what would happen inside and the future, so he didn’t hesitate in his steps.
He passed through the dark passage and met the opponent that would meet him like a landmark.

“What are you?”

The opponent he met like that was flustered, and Encred didn’t need to ask or answer, so he immediately put the opponent on the defensive.
Starting with an attack forced the opponent who was using his strength to defend, so the fight was easier than the first day.
He stole the opponent’s special ability by tripping him and breaking his balance, and split his head open. The opponent showed the talent of speaking even with his severed head and mouth.

“You again.”

What he wanted to say was beyond Encred’s interest. As he continued on, he saw a bonfire and a past connection leaning against a sword. The knight who became the name of the city looked at Encred.
The boatman intervened, but this was a place where the devil’s power was cast. Could it be that today was a repeat of that day?
Oara denied the thought that came to her out of nowhere.

“Ah, you came.”

Her eyes were no different from the previous day. They were a little surprised, but also a little expected.

“Can we talk?”

Today was a repeat. There was only one prisoner in this place.
At the end of the short story, the red moon opens, and Balrog opens his eyes in Oara’s shadow and flesh.

-You were the one who called me, right?

The dialogue is a little different, but you can tell from Balrog’s reaction. He doesn’t even know about the demon in front of him. The boatman’s intervention is something no one knows about.

“Oh, I don’t.”

Encred forgot about the unsolvable questions and drew the Dawn Sword and threw the scabbard behind him. No, he even unsheathed the sword and threw it behind him.
As he held the sword and concentrated, Will gathered to form a blade.

Parallel.

As if sensing his will, the cloak he received from the fairy fluttered in the wind, then narrowed in width and became like a thin scarf. Then, the strings also became thinner and wrapped around his neck once before stopping.
Encred’s eyes sank.
The pressure of the Balrog began. It was a chain that shackled his entire body. A power without substance provided restraint.

‘Faster.’

As I fired my will to reject, the two horns on Balrog’s forehead moved up and down.
He nodded. It was a sign that he liked it. This time, he waited until I could endure the pressure. Perhaps this was one of his games. It
was one of the tests that only those who could endure the pressure could cross swords with him.
He didn’t exploit the gap created by the pressure. The confidence Balrog showed would normally have tactical value in breaking the opponent’s will. The fact that he just watched despite this gap meant that he was confident that he could win no matter what. It was an
act that made his will impure. It was right after he had overcome the pressure with rejection. Encred was still gripping the grip with both hands. In an instant, the dawn forge fell, cutting through the red moonlight.
There was no warning, no breathing.
It was the best Encred could do at this moment, as a preemptive strike.
The moment the air split with a whoosh, Encred realized that time around him had slowed down and felt the pressure of mud pressing down on his body.
The pupils of Balrog’s eyes spun around and stopped. The flames looked and asked.
Is that the best?
This time, before he had heard the name, Urt, the black fire sword, raised himself and struck the Sky Blue Dawn.

Zzz!

It was the beginning of the second battle. There was not much difference from the previous ones. There was no time to learn what was learned in one battle.
But does that matter?
Because I did not waste any day, I am here now. That is how I got here. Therefore, I will continue to do the same now.
Encred fought with all his might, struggled, and lost.

Phew!

The fire whip and serpent named Salamandra wrapped around his left arm and pecked at his heart.
It was the gap he had left to block Urt and even the horns of Balrog.
Pain, agony, he turned his head to forget it and replayed it over and over again. He thought he held on with his eyes open, but before he knew it, the darkness had come and in the process of replaying the fight, the boatman’s gaze turned to Encred.