Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 835

835. The Fairy’s Special Skill: Distortion (2)

Cracking his head? No, that’s something a young Rem would do.
Ragnar would just threaten him with a knife to his throat, and Audin would just shout, “Let’s pray to the Lord.”

‘Enki.’

What if he were my fiancé?
He was a man always searching for answers. He was determined and his determination was brilliant.
He was a man who threw himself into uncertainty to achieve the best possible outcome. I’ve witnessed this man from the sidelines, and that’s how I got to where I am today.

‘I can do it too.’

The moment Sinar saw her world expand, her thoughts accelerating as she searched for answers.
If she continued to maintain her current attitude, opposing the demon’s words, the spirit of the beast would be destroyed. Isn’t she already as weak as it could be?
She finished her thoughts and whispered to Salamander.

“Hate. Be angry. It’s okay to be furious.”

Now the parasite was speechless. What was this crazy fairy doing? It would be an honor to hear such sentiments from the devil.
It was a mystery.
The devil was momentarily speechless, then continued speaking more forcefully.

“……Hate, hate. Explode.”

Now, the fairy was helping him. Then, he could just use her.
Shinar, as if he were helping him, changed only his last sentence.

“And divide yourself. Do not harbor hatred within you.”

Those words resonated with Salamander.
Shinar’s thoughts were simple. He found and applied what he had learned from Encred that was actually useful.
The Wavebreaker swordsmanship was said to be about using two minds. He had conceived the idea based on that. If it was too difficult to choose, how about splitting the body in two?
In this world, phantom beasts had no physical form. So it would be possible. It was also a fey-like idea. And
if it didn’t work out?
He could think about it later. Was
all this coincidence or fate? Shinar decided to believe it was.
Salamander and she shared a common ground. The demon had awakened his spirit, but just as humans naturally feel more at home with those with similar skin tones, Salamander was also drawn to the fairy imbued with her spirit.
And so the phantom beast followed her advice and succeeded.
The lump within Salamander fell away. The Salamander gathered its hatred into a lump, and cast it down.
I saw it take shape and lunge at the group. Sinar, his consciousness suspended in a cloud of fire, watched it all unfold.
With a single swing of his axe, I saw the first of the anomalous creatures burst apart.

“Something like that?”

Rem must have blurted out something like that. I can’t hear it from here. They only seem as small as the palm of my hand.
The Parasite of Heat was surprised once by the fairy’s actions, and twice by the beings fighting below.
What they’re sending now are things from Salamander’s memories.
That is, things that used to drive back the phantom beasts with force.
In the past, the level of knights and magicians was higher than now, and the beasts were even stronger.
Some beasts even bit knights and went on a rampage. The level of the monsters? That was beyond words.
The Parasite of Heat didn’t live long, but he knew those times.
What the Salamander was spewing now were memories of that time, but they were crumbling without time. They were no match for it. They crumbled one by one with each blow.
The demon wasn’t flustered or angry at that moment. It simply changed its mind.

‘Balrog didn’t die by luck.’

He wasn’t called a devil for nothing. He could get angry and groan about things going wrong later. What he needed to see now was reality. The devil had seen reality, and he had heard the voices relayed from the entity with which he shared consciousness.

‘There’s nothing more to do.’

The moment Will realized that, like a piece of cloth that had rotted, his will slowly began to crumble and scatter.
They couldn’t do anything to that Hwansu just because they lacked confidence.
Even if his hatred were split and he were sundered, would there be a place for him to live? There was no place.
Therefore, that Hwansu would continue to suffer. He would eventually become the devil’s servant. He would bow his head, begging for an end to his suffering. That was the way it would be. For that reason, Will chuckled and was about to leave when
his eyes met Yongin’s, who had been a bystander. To be precise, they recognized each other.
Yongin had placed his psychic body here simply to remember that devilish bastard.
And if he died?
Then he would die. Yongin had no great attachment to life.
That was why he was even more undesirable as an enemy.
He was a servant who would risk his life to kill anyone who interfered with his duty.

“Memory complete.”

Yong-in responded with a laugh. There was no trace of humor on his part. The devil felt a strange chill.

* * *

Sinar saw the demon retreat. Black smoke dispersed. The one who had been delivering the devil’s whispers to the salamander had vanished.
Below, Encred, Rem, and the others slashed and crushed the fallen fireballs.
What should they do now?
Woodguard was made of wood, and Dryus had formed his body from leaves and dew. And the phantom had a body made of flame. However, the salamander had no flesh or blood whatsoever.
That’s why the phantom found it difficult to survive on this land. It was a land I was not permitted to inhabit.
All I could do was force myself to sleep and endure, hoping that one day I would return to my world.

-tranquility.

The Salamander’s wind pierced his heart.
Shinar felt it. At the same time, he realized there was more he could do here.
If humans’ specialty was adaptation, then dwarves’ specialty was crafting. If Prok’s specialty was exploration, then giants’ specialty was struggle. If the beastman’s specialty was survival, then the dragon’s specialty was tranquility.
And the fairy’s specialty was distortion.
The ability to distort the truth to avoid lying is a racial trait.

“That beast wishes to return to its original world.”
“I can’t grant that right now.”
“The reason he wants to return isn’t nostalgia, but a need for a sanctuary.”
“A beast’s sanctuary can be a peaceful space.”

Furthermore, the beast never desired destruction. Nor did it desire slaughter.
Shinar whispered in the ear of the salamander, severing and separating its hatred.
He would provide a space for it to play.
It was half impulse, half natural.
The salamander had transformed into a blazing fire lizard.
The fairies’ specialty was distortion.
What if a being that would normally only feel peace in its own world could do so within the fairy city?
Simple methods wouldn’t do. This being would need to be given plenty of rest and food.
What would it eat? Ordinary fruit wouldn’t do.
Drueus only eats morning dew throughout its life. It would be similar to them.
The salamander feeds on fire.

‘What’s more fundamental than that?’

Sinar thought about it from the perspective of a fairy.

‘Refresh.’

The source is the same, or more precisely, it will feed on magic. She will be kept in a forest filled with energy, and the energy will be used to move her.
Inspiration struck her like lightning, and she followed it.

“A world made up of only regular energy.”

It’s not the world he originally lived in, but through distortion, we’ll construct a form similar to the one he inhabits. Just like
the witch Esther opened a magical world, it will work.
How?
It’s not difficult. I already know there are several such places within the fairy city.
Fairies live forever. When it’s time for them to accept eternal sleep, they disperse into the spirit.
Their bodies and minds disperse into the spirit, permeating the entire city. That’s the last remaining strength of the fairy city of Kirhais.
When they disperse into the spirit, there’s a space where they throw themselves: the Forest of Eternal Sleep. We just need to make it similar to that.

‘Only regular.’

Among them, you can create a foundation with fire and sparks.

‘For those who are with the fire.’

It’s enough to handle such a space. Among fairies, there are those who are familiar with both metal and fire. They manipulate both energy and fire simultaneously. This method was also inspired by that.
Fairies once hated and loathed fire, blaming it on evil, but overcoming it made them their friends.

Come with me.

Thus, Sinar led the beast to the city of fairies.
For the pain-stricken fire lizard, no offer could have been sweeter. Even if it was a devil’s offer, it was a temptation he couldn’t refuse.

* * *

Encred saw a ball of fire coalesce before his eyes, transforming into the shape of a human.
As the dawn slanted, the fireball transformed into a form with arms and legs.
It was as large as Audin, wielding a sword of flame in its right hand and a shield-shaped fireball in its left. It was the last of the hatred within the Salamander.
The morphed fireball took a step. It measured the distance and swung its sword. It was a classic slash to the crown of the head.

pop!

The movement was followed by a sound. Flames formed various lines, blurring his vision.
Encred raised Dawn diagonally, blocking the flaming blade and taking three steps back. He was just outside the blade’s range. He had calculated the range of the flames attached to the blade.
Then, the flaming blade sliced ​​horizontally across the spot where he had been. The blade, which had been falling vertically, suddenly curved to a level with the ground, lunging forward.
Encred turned sideways and used Dawn as a shield, deflecting the opponent’s blade.

Chiriririring.

A fireball bigger than a fingernail flew in all directions.

Paralock.

Encred’s cloak moved on its own to block the fireball.

‘Because my body is made of flames.’

Even with his joints broken, he could pull off such a daunting feat.
He swung his sword down from above his head and then snapped it. Of course, he’d do it himself if he wanted to.

‘Why?’

Just moments ago, its joints were bent in the opposite direction. That’s why it landed an unexpected blow. It’s difficult to gauge an opponent’s skill based solely on insight.
Why? Because it doesn’t fight in its normal form.
It effortlessly performs moves that humans wouldn’t be able to. It’s not just a ball of flame that’s dangerous; it’s a highly skilled aberration.

‘If someone has a unique body, they’re all probably similar.’

What if it were a multi-legged monster, not a bipedal one? It would exhibit even more bizarre movements.
Encred paused in thought, then blinked. For a moment, a blue light seemed to emanate from his eyes.
It was a glow that emerged from the overflowing resolve and will within him. That resolve, in turn, is like forging and sharpening a blade.

“If it’s too difficult, let’s switch.”
“Brother, I can show you a skill I’ve recently developed.”
“If you’re not going to cut it, come out.”

Rem, Audin, and Ragnar spoke in that order. Only Saxon remained silent. Instead of speaking, he took a weapon from his hand and put it on. The weapon, presumed to be a relic, exuded an eerie aura.
Amidst the flames surrounding it, a claw exuded a faint chill. The claw resembled a beast’s claw. Three blades imbued with cold energy hung on the back of Saxon’s hand.
Instead of responding, Encred swung his sword.

Liar!

Dawn struck the blade, ignited by flames. Then, the opponent raised his shield. A fireball erupted from the shield, heading for his face.
Encred spun around halfway. Saxon’s eyes lit up at the sight.
Long ago, he had taught him how to parry a sudden, close-range strike. He had told him
to twist his shoulder to narrow the strike’s range, and at the same time, close the distance to strike.

“It’s difficult?”
“If it were easy, I wouldn’t teach it.”

It was a long time ago. That author had taught him briefly back when he was a squad leader.
Encred used the techniques of that time naturally. His movements were as if he had practiced for days. It was proof that he had not neglected his training.
That made Saxon proud.
Encred then grabbed the edge of the dawn ricasso with his left hand and, gripping the hilt of his sword with his right, swung the blade up like an oar.
The way he swung the sword was from Ragnar, and the way he stomped his left foot and used his entire body’s momentum was from Audin.
Finally, the headbutt he delivered to the creature, which, though human in form, was nothing more than a ball of fire, could have easily been attributed to Rem.

pop!

A flame bursts in front of his forehead.

‘Endure, ironclad, endure, ironclad, endure, ironclad.’

Encred, muttering to himself, strengthened his resolve. He then blasted his opponent’s fiery head with his forehead, drew back his left foot to create some distance, and then, suddenly, with the sword he held in his right hand alone, unleashed a high-speed slash. The blade, slashing downward from above, drew a blue light, slicing through the salamander’s hatred.

Bboo-bboo!

The compressed air burst, splitting the flames in two and sending sparks flying in all directions. The blazing flames set everything ablaze.
Suddenly, the clouds of fire had vanished from the sky. Encred brushed his head, his burnt, shattered hair scattering like black dust. Then, just waking up, Yongin spoke from behind.

“The fairy did something impressive.”

It’s something related to my duties. That’s why I’m saying this.
At the same time, Shinar had opened his eyes. Encred looked into her eyes. Her eyes were a shade of orange, a shade of green that was usually green.

“But is this dead?”

Even Rem was taken aback. As soon as Encred cut him down, the presence he’d felt above the cloud of fire vanished.

“I didn’t kill him.”

Encred answered. Just before he swung his sword, he heard Sinar’s voice.

‘You can cut it.’

Those were the words.
As soon as the two finished speaking, a small flame coalesced where Encred had struck, creating a fist-sized lizard.
The lizard flicked its fiery tongue into the air and retreated. It vanished like a mirage.
Encred couldn’t discern the beast’s movements or its intentions, but he vaguely sensed something from the disappearing lizard.

‘Thank you.’

Well, that’s what it sounded like.