Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 831

831. Fifty-seven, saint, peerless beauty

Faced with the continuous warnings of his intuition, Encred, still holding the dawn, aimed his sword to the right. Before Temares could even react, Encred’s movements were faster than his tongue.
Sound, smell, touch—everything combined to sound a warning.
Encred saw flames ignite and a mass disintegrate. He could see each and every change.
A thin line stretched from the vast cloud of flames in the sky to the fireball. The mass flew, scraping the ground like a galloping chariot.

Quadddddddd!

A blazing fire erupted, distorting the surroundings. The heat was so intense that it was almost hallucinatory. It
could almost be called a natural disaster. Could a human body possibly endure a calamity unleashed by the heavens?
Difficult. For any ordinary human, it would be.
But there wasn’t a single ordinary person here. It wasn’t even worthwhile for everyone to step forward.

‘dawn.’

Encred believes in the dawn. That trust is imbued into his sword, and the imprinted will shines forth. The light of dawn grew even brighter.
He stepped out into the flames. He blended the initial skill of cutting the fireball spell with the enlightenment gained from cutting the walking fire.

‘Order murder.’

Esther called out to her sword. Encred drew it just as it was. The pressure-generating stroke sliced ​​through the thick, hard air.
The air pressure shifted in time with the slash, pushing away the heat. The blade, imbued with Will, cut through the flames without hesitation. More precisely, it cut through the heart of the flames.

Liar!

With the sound of air bursting.

Hurruruk.

It’s like cutting through walking fire. I don’t know if the opponent used a spell, though.

‘The source is the same. The principle is the same.’

Then you can cut it. Since you can cut it, I’ll say you can cut it.

‘A little while ago, I had a thought as unlucky as Ragnar.’

It’s like asking how to cut and getting a simple answer.
It didn’t feel bad. Only a genius would say something as unlucky as Ragna’s.

“It’s refreshing.”

Encred swung his sword and spoke.
The scorching heat crackled the tips of his hair. Soot settled to the ground, forming black smoke. Soon, the smoke dissipated, crushed by the engulfing heat.
To say it was refreshing in the suffocating air was enough to make one look insane.
There were two fireballs, the other one blocked by Audyn.

“Lord.”

Covering his entire body in holy light, he used his divine power to extinguish the flames. The white light that flowed through his body covered and suppressed the flames.
Even if one were to discuss extraordinary feats beyond the ordinary, he performed outrageous deeds with ease.
Perhaps this was precisely what qualified him to face the calamity sent down by heaven. Among these were those who, based on their physical bodies, were called calamities. They stood undaunted even before the fiery clouds above.

‘Subjugation.’

Encred watched as Audin pressed down on the flames, pondering.
That cloud of flames had a different shape than the Balrog, and its fighting style was difficult to gauge.
So how could it be subdued?

‘What is the most appropriate method?’

The thought didn’t last long. Perhaps it was because he had Usuke. Encred’s thoughts were settled on one thing.

“Earth war.”

It would be enough to make it pant and gasp for air, exhausting its strength. Even if that weren’t enough, it was time to gauge
its strength and endurance. Therefore, it was a battle of stamina and endurance. The cloud of flames had already formed a shape, a quadrupedal form, lying flat on its back on all fours.
It looked like a dog, a wolf, or perhaps a lizard. A thought occurred to me as I watched.
Was that the heat ray that had carved the ground earlier called a tongue?
The sight of it panting without it didn’t seem funny, even when I imagined it.
Then, several balls of flame fell from the sky onto the ground with a thud, rolling and twitching until they formed a form.
They had arms and legs, and a sword in their hands. Should I call them knights of flame?
Their bodies were made of flame, but their sword-holding posture and the way they charged suggested a humanoid form.

pop!

The flame-like figure rose, ready to fight. It crouched down to lunge, almost kicking the ground. Before it could even charge at full speed, its head exploded. The bullet had vanished through the flames. It seemed to
still have the will to advance, and as it took a few steps forward, its flames flickered, only to crumble.

Puseo Seok.

All that was left was black ash scattered on the floor.

Wheeing.

Rem, who was lightly slinging the sling at the very back, shrugged.

“Can’t you just press down with force and tire them out?”

As expected, Rem’s head was sharp.

“that’s right.”

Encred agreed.
Temares was astonished by the resolve he felt in each of them. Yongin had been surprised less than five times in his life, and this was the second time, after Encred.
They were all men of exceptional purity of will. As they moved, Yongin’s eyes radiated a pure will and light.

‘But that guy is the best.’

Black hair and blue eyes.
The light that came from him was so great.

* * *

Seiki wasn’t officially a member of the standing army, but he learned fighting techniques from Encred and Audin.
Encred knew her talent was extraordinary, but he also knew she lacked the will.
For someone whose goal was to live a leisurely life gazing at the stars in the mountains, martial arts were
a secondary skill. Still, Seiki had been training in her own way. She had even learned techniques to manipulate the divine.
She was a Highlander, a mountain dweller, and the continent’s mountains weren’t filled with only friendly animals, so it was only natural that she could fight. The grandfather who raised her had also made a living through hunting and trapping.

“What is this all of a sudden!”

The flaming wolf that approached while she was leisurely playing was the beginning. A mass of flames swarmed down.
Seiki used all her talents to fight and flee. Though lazy, the skills she had learned kept her alive. She continued on to the city. It wasn’t a number she could handle alone.

“Fight!”
“Only magic weapons work!”
“Don’t attack with normal weapons until they’ve been blessed!”

Where she headed, the standing army was already in the midst of fighting the flame sculpture. Seiki joined them.

‘There are too many numbers.’

The standing army fought well. Not a single one was pushed back. Those armed with magical weapons even overwhelmed the flame-like creatures.
However, from time to time, monsters, presumably special entities, emerged. They were a type the soldiers would have difficulty dealing with.

‘Bipedal walking.’

These are monsters that walk and run on two legs. They are faster and stronger than regular monsters.

Bang!

I struck the shield with my fist, and the shield bearer hesitated and was pushed back.

“What is this?”

The shield bearer gritted his teeth and muttered. It was a dizzying force. Can he withstand this?
With a single blow, the shield, oiled and dried in the shade, groaned. The iron rim creaked. Had the shield
not been there just now, it would have been impossible to block the blow.
The threat suffocated his heart, but he was in no position to suffer.
So, if there were monsters beyond the standard, there were also here.

“I lack training.”

Would a fiery monster even understand the meaning of “training”? Fel, though he couldn’t understand a word, spoke his mind.
With a single swipe of his sword, the flames split vertically and scattered. It was the power of an idol slayer.
His sword specialized for cutting amorphous things.
The shield bearer suddenly saw only a vertical line passing through the flame monster’s body.
The sword owner who had slain the flame monster swung his sword into the air. The faint traces of flame scattered into the air and vanished.
The shield bearer swallowed. As his surprise subsided, he saw the figure standing before him.
The sword owner, the mad knight.
And the one who had saved his life spoke.

“What do you think? Am I better than Lawford? In looks and skills?”

The shield bearer couldn’t dare shake his head. Wasn’t this the man who had saved his life just moments ago?
Meanwhile
, Lawford moved busier. A line was clearly drawn in his mind. A line he could see. A path that showed him how to move efficiently. It was the skill of a hawk’s eye, now perfectly mastered. It was a skill that combined everything: keen senses, a wide field of vision, and even the tactics he had learned from Luagarne. He charged across the battlefield.

‘Leave the miscellaneous stuff alone.’

He strikes only those things that ordinary soldiers cannot. He runs along a line connected by dots and swings his sword.
Esther imbued this dwarf-forged sword with magic.

Zzeng!

Every time Roford’s sword passed over a fiery entity, blue dust flew into the air.
The slash he delivered with his left foot, changing direction, and then slashing away would have been enough to amaze even Encred.

“As expected of Captain Lawford!”

He was in charge of training new recruits and was respected by several soldiers.
Unlike Fel, who would nag, spar, and bully others, insisting that “everyday training” was the best, “training” was the best.
Of course, some soldiers responded to Fel’s methods, but they were a minority. Most were more influenced by Lawford’s training methods.
While it varied depending on the soldier’s personality, the majority sided with Lawford. Of course, Fel also had his own allies.
For example, the ten swordsmen under Ragnar were more likely to follow Fel, even though they were directly under Lawford.
While this may seem like a minor difference in preference, it’s clear that Lawford was more popular.

“Roford!”
“Running Roford!”

Because she was often told to run, she even earned that nickname.
The battlefield was vast. While these two were active on one side, half-breed giants, beastmen, and progs were active elsewhere.
Dunbakel ran, holding a spear and a sword, roughly the size of soldiers’ spears, in each hand.
Her sense of smell surpassed even that of a typical beastman. Her nose instinctively sought out anything that stimulated her.

“It’s just right.”

The sound of glass shattering echoed through the passages where her spear and sword had passed.
Then, the giant of flames collapsed into pure white ash.
This was due to Teresa’s blessing. The divine had extinguished the flames.

“Oh, stinking Dunbakel!”

Some of the soldiers cheered.

“You stinky Dunbakel!”
“Aren’t you going to shut up? You?”

It wasn’t a nickname Dunbakel had particularly desired.
Teresa sang in the heart of the standing army. Her chants, sacred hymns, and lyrics became sacred, permeating the soldiers’ weapons.

“Lord, where your hand reaches-”

As the high-pitched sound erupted, the soldiers’ weapons began to glow white. This was the power of chant, a feat even Audin could not master.
The soldiers, filled with courage, took up their swords and spears.

“Saint Teresa!”

Seiki is the true saint, but Teresa is the one actually called saint within the unit.
It’s not a nickname that fits her half-titan appearance, but they enjoyed giving her a lunatic nickname, as if to prove she wasn’t just a regular soldier under the Mad Knights.
It might have been a reaction to the maddening pressure she endured during her regular training.
Between a smoky smell and a saint.

“The peerless beauty Lua!”

Frock, whose appearance resembled a frog to the human eye, puffed out his cheeks upon hearing my nickname.
He burst out laughing.

“They are crazy kids.”

She spoke and twirled her loop sword.
It was a technique she had developed while watching Rem’s sling rotate.
She wrapped thick leather straps around each knuckle, and wore gloves made of demon hide over them.

Wheeeeeeeeee!

He swung the fixed loop sword by rotating it at high speed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The fireball monsters caught in the spinning blades scattered and flew away.
All her weapons were magical, and she didn’t need any blessings.
Everyone, including the standing army, had no difficulty blocking the oncoming flames.
The problem was that there was no end in sight.
Garrett and Luagarne, stamping their feet behind, knew they had to hold out like this for at least three days.
Salamanders don’t tire easily. The flame summons will continue to strike for at least three days.
They both knew that. But something unexpected happened.

“Hmm.”
“Are you done?”

These words naturally emerged among the standing army.
Flame golems, some of which were either demons or fiery creatures, swept through the ranks, then began to dwindle. Before long, their numbers had dwindled significantly, and now they had stopped altogether.

‘Enki.’

Luagarne instinctively sensed that Encred had done something when he entered the mountains.
There was no reason for the Salamander’s power to be cut off. And her guess was correct.