Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 721

721. That’s funny.

Ragnar, who had been following Encred’s lead and taking action first, looked back at the current situation and could say that he had achieved his goal to some extent.

‘If we focus our attention here, no one will be able to target Anne.’

This was one of the reasons why he aimed for Medusa. While cutting the monster, with a fierce sword dance, the large monster fell, but would he turn his troops to kill a girl who was just chewing grass behind him?
He would not give them time to do that. That was his intention.
As a result, this was also one of the ways to protect Anne.
It was indeed a crazy idea, but it worked.
They don’t even think about girls right now.
Their expressions turned dark at the mere mention of two swordsmen, a verse that could be made into a song later on.
Well, their original complexions were a bit dark, so it would be difficult for the human eye to perceive the change in complexion.

‘If I believe so, then so be it.’

Ragnar gathered his thoughts comfortably.
Now, all that was left was to return alive and fight the rest of the battle.

“Can you fight?”

Ragnar asked in a whisper. Encred clenched and unclenched his hand and answered.

“I can fight as well as a gentle Rem.”

It wasn’t slang, but it sounded like it. Of course, Ragna understood it right away.
There is no such thing as a gentle Rem in the world. That’s why Encrid couldn’t fight properly right now. He couldn’t even use half of his usual strength.
It made sense when he cut off Medusa’s head earlier. He seemed to have lost his mind for a moment in the middle.

“It was an ignorant tactic.”
“It was your mother’s.”
“It was ignorantly brave.”

Even though she was his adoptive mother, Ragnar would never commit such an unfilial act as to curse his own mother with his own mouth.
Ragnar quickly corrected himself, shrugged, and stood in front of Encred.

“When I return to the unit later, I will tell you the story of how I stopped the captain who had become a burden.”
“And leave out the story of slaying Medusa?”
“Isn’t it the storyteller’s job to decide the beginning of a story?”

Demul was surprised at the two talking in front of him.
Were they fearless? Or were they prepared to die?
If so, he had something to say.

“You can’t die even if you want to.”

The tone was calm, but the person speaking was a rotting half-corpse. So it might sound gloomy and eerie, but if the listener didn’t hear it that way, that would be the end of it.

“Oh, I agree. I don’t plan on dying either.”

Encred answered without even taking a breath.

“That’s not what I meant……”
“We’re not even here to share tea, so why are you talking so much, tsk.”

Moreover, he even cut off what Dmul was saying. Judging from his skill, it seemed like he could be nicknamed the Tongue-Wielding Knight.
The tone, content, and attitude were all in perfect harmony. Ragnar was amazed once again.
If he could understand what he was saying, he would be unable to help but feel displeased.
Indeed, that was the case.

“Kill him.”

Demul expressed his anger. His rotten and rotten eye sockets moved up and down.
Above his eye sockets, where his eyebrows should have been, a black lump of flesh protruded like a lump, trembling.
At his words, his disciple raised his right hand. Judging from his actions, it seemed that he had also used the black lump earlier. He
had an extra eyeball on his forehead.
Ragna knew how to deal with wizards. He had picked up what Encred had taught him over his shoulder, and that was enough for him.
All wizards are better off cutting before casting spells. It was a simple proposition. Then he would just put that proposition into practice.
He stomped the ground and raised his greatsword, then swung it down.
If you simply looked at the speed at which he swung his sword, it wasn’t that fast. Of course, that was for a knight, so it was very fast for that old man with three eyes. He also mixed a step into the simple downward slash.
He advanced forward and swung his sword down. Ragnar knew perfectly well the distance the sword would reach without even calculating.
The speed of the sword’s swing would exactly match the point of the greatsword, splitting the old man’s head vertically and pulling out the ugly thing inside.
The body that had stepped on the ground swung the sword, but faster than that, a heavy pressure hit his chest. It was just as the sword was halfway down toward its target.

Bam!

Ragna’s body floated about two spans into the air and was thrown back. He wasn’t pushed back very far. Ragna, who had been balancing in the air, twisted his waist as soon as he felt the pressure pushing against his chest, so there wasn’t much of a shock.

“My eyes see the laws that govern nature. Do you think a mere swordsman can escape my eyes?”

The three-eyed old man showed his pride. Encred was secretly impressed.

‘He’s just a swordsman again.’

If you get teased like this, you should be careful.
Anyway, the three-eyed old man was very quick to cast his spells. Since he didn’t have a starter, you couldn’t tell when the spell was cast.

“There’s so much you don’t know. You don’t even know the steps of those who cast spells, so you just rush in and swing your swords?”

When the moment came to show off, Dmul couldn’t hold back and stepped forward. Encred thought so.
He could guess how much he had shown off when he taught alchemy.
While Dmul was talking, Ragnar stabbed with his greatsword.
His opponent was not a knight. He could kill him with a deep stab, but it didn’t work out as he had intended.

Phew!

This time, black smoke billowed out in front of Ragnar.
The smoke transformed into dozens of hands and feet, swords, spears, hammers, etc., blocking Ragnar’s path.
Ragnar changed the direction of the greatsword he was stabbing and swung it up, down, left, and right without fail. The swing of the sword was so fast that the falling raindrops followed the sword.
It was like creating a small storm with the sword, and the hands, feet, and weapons made of black smoke were caught in the small storm as if they had physical entities, bursting and breaking against the greatsword.

Bang! Bam! Crack!

At the end of the noise, Ragnar blocked something heavy aimed at his knee with his greatsword.

Kkagagagagak!

The unseen thing took on a hazy shape due to the raindrops. It was a blade made of compressed air.
A long cut was left on Ragnar’s greatsword, and part of the protective gear covering his knees was torn.
If he hadn’t been wearing the iron greaves that protected his shins, the wound could have been quite deep, but Ragnar simply put his greatsword aside with a calm demeanor and aimed it forward once more.

“You’re so fearless!”

When the three-eyed old man threw out his hand in anger, this time lightning struck.
Light gathered from his hand and white light spread out like irregularly growing branches, approaching.
Ragna threw the greatsword slightly above eye level and stepped back.

Kkwang!

A bolt of lightning struck the greatsword and blew it far away.
Seeing this, Demuel spoke again.

“Those who first enter the world of spells are called Glimpseers. They are at the level where they just begin to understand what spells are. The next level is called Speakers. This is the general term for those at that level who borrow spells from other world beings and recite spells.”

No matter what he did, it was useless. Was that what he wanted to convey?
Demul waved his rotten hand with a tone that seemed to have nothing to do with what was happening next to him.
It wasn’t a gesture made with any particular intention, but rather a gesture made while speaking. A foul smell spread through the air with that gesture. Encred raised his hand and covered his nose. It was a reflexive action.
Now that he looked, the owner of the strong sweet smell was not Demul, but an old man with eyes set into his forehead who had a unique appearance.
Demul taught the two fools standing in front of him. In fact, Encred didn’t know what he was thinking, but he thought so from his gestures and the tone of his voice.
Was that the reason he taught alchemy on the continent? Was he doing it with good intentions or because he wanted to show off?
It was half luck, but Encred had caught a glimpse of Demul’s true nature.
Demul finally opened his mouth. He was still explaining.

“If you take a peek and tell, what will happen next?”

In the meantime, Ragnar ran in with his bare hands and was jumping back to avoid the golem made of black stone.
Of course, the golem was summoned by the old man.
No matter what Dmul said, Ragnar did not even pretend to listen. Encred looked at Dmul and protested.

“Unlike those delinquents, I am an exemplary person. Please tell me the rest. Legendary alchemist, Master Demuil.”

He raised his voice.
The Luagarne-style tactical sword shines.
When your body is not normal, it would be a great tactic to buy time by making your opponent let his guard down.
Since Medusa was gone, Encred comfortably raised his head and pretended to listen.
Although Demuel thought the behavior of the guy who had been teasing him earlier was disgusting, he couldn’t stop the fun of talking.

“The next one is the possessor. This is the term for a wizard who owns his own world.”

puck!

There was a noise right next to him.
It was the sound of Ragna and Golem fighting.
If we look at pure physical skills, Rem was better, but if we were to discuss martial arts, there was no one in the Mad Knights who could keep up with Audin.
Well, if they fought barehanded, Encred was confident that he could subdue Ragna.
But that didn’t mean Ragna couldn’t use his body at all.
After being hit several times, he took advantage of the opportunity to smash Golem’s head. He blocked Golem’s left and right fists alternately with both arms, then jumped up and hit Golem’s chin with his knee. Luckily, the golem’s core was inside its head, so it stopped moving.
Ragna, who smashed Golem’s head, rolled backward as soon as his feet touched the ground.

Bam!

An explosion occurred where he was and a fire broke out, but the rain quickly put it out.

“Hoo, hoo.”

Ragnar was panting. Anyone who saw him could tell he was exhausted.

“It’s like a bug. Just a bug.”

The old man with three eyes kept using the word just. Perhaps satisfied, Demuil’s voice softened considerably.

“The possessor becomes indulgent in the fun of casting spells, and that stage is called Immoderantia. Beyond that, he is Vilis, the implementer. That is the level of implementing my world. Do you know what it is beyond that?”

Judging by the way he appropriately interrupts his words, he seems to have the talent of a bard.
Of course, there aren’t many people with the courage to sit in front of him and listen to his stories while looking at his appearance.

“Tacitus, it is acquiescence. It is a hierarchy that is qualified to escape the providence of the world. Therefore, it cannot be bound by the sib language.”

Encred knew that Demul was a great teacher, even if he was not a person of character. He
may have been lethal, but he would have taught properly.
Even now, he slowly expands on small concepts and explains them word by word.
He is kind.
People from any city and any order of knights should learn from the author.

“Just do it like this. Come on, try it.”

This is what they mean when they say they will explain something after showing it to you once.

“My disciple is at the stage of tacit consent.”

Dmul said the last. Silence is the hierarchy that allows you to cast a spell without a starting word.
Ragnar stepped back and asked Encred.

“Are you still gentle?”

A formless shock wave flew towards the spot where he had stepped back, digging into the ground.

“It’s a little annoying, but it’s not enough.”

Encred knows that all he can do is a few slashes. So shouldn’t he use it properly?
Will it be enough to cut down that monster? He wouldn’t know until he tried.

“Finish it.”

At Demul’s words, the three-eyed old man raised his hand.
Then, horns sprouted from the head of the woman next to him. Then scales sprouted from both arms, and the snout also protruded forward.

“Behold, this is the new being that will rule over this earth when I become God.”

Its appearance is like a mix of a scaler and a human.

Kkieii.

She gave a groan, lowered her head, and dropped her hands.

Phew, phew, phew.

It was a monster that was breathing. Every time it breathed, its shoulders and chest moved, and just that alone spread the presence of a monster that was either a demon or a chimera.
The monster twitched and opened its eyes upwards, slightly raising its head.
Its gaze seemed to be glaring upwards from below. The moment its gaze touched, I felt an invisible pressure.
It was psychic power.

“It would be like being held captive by a hundred strong men.”

The words of the three-eyed old man. If it was this much just by looking at it, it would be even more amazing if it was used properly.
Ragna stretched out his hand to the side.

“If we do well, we will both die here.”
“Then who will tell the story of how I was blocked when I return?”
“The captain will do it.”

Encred said, handing the penna back into his hand.

“If I go back alive, Anne will poison me.”
“……There’s nothing I can do about it.”

He joked and wasted time, but the crisis was a crisis.
If he died, would it be okay if today were repeated? No, it wasn’t. Encred couldn’t think like that.
If he was going to live his life comfortably, he wouldn’t have struggled so much.
The moment he fainted, the words of the boatman lingered in his mind.
He said that he was lucky that no one died and that he didn’t think that kind of luck would continue.

‘If it doesn’t work out, why don’t you just keep trying until it does?’

He braced himself. Encred steadied the will that was rising from his mangled body.
If it didn’t work out, he would have to do the last sword dance.
Ragnar held Penna and took a few deep breaths.
How many times since he was born have he fought with someone behind his back?
There was someone behind his back that he absolutely had to save.
Ragnar held Penna and looked at the monster standing there blankly and the old man standing behind it.

“No one who stands behind me will die.”

He learns how to fight while protecting someone again. He adds his own to what he learned from Encred.
Ragnar is a genius. He saw what Encred did, and he knew his mother’s methods.
He only saw it once, but he confirmed that he could imitate it clumsily when he smashed the golem’s head a little while ago.
Ragnar added his own methods to it.
If he fails, well, he’ll die. But is dying important? No, achieving what he wants is more important.
Right now, Ragnar’s wish is to protect those behind him.
Given the situation, is it a difficult dream to achieve? Then enjoy it.

“That’s fun.”

Ragnar stole Encred’s lines.

“Hey, that’s mine.”

Encred complained.