Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 459

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Rem didn’t know why Encred had told her to break the magic realm.

‘What did you feel? Or guess?’

The reason didn’t matter.

He must have felt ominous, so he asked for help.

That’s what I ended up thinking.

I checked and if there was nothing, I could just go back and do that.

But there was work to be done. There was work to be done. The reason Encred had sent him here was reeking before his eyes.

Reducing the number of monsters waiting inside the magic realm.

Rem deliberately lifted her chin and widened her gaze as she decided what to do.

Even in the dark, I could see the general surroundings.

Everything I saw was a monster.

The clumps of men huddled together among the gray forest looked like a large army lined up in formation.

There are two types: large spiders and owlbears.

‘Are you doing any formal training?’

It’s full of useless thoughts.

Rem lowered his stance, dropping the hand holding the axe.

I ran with my chest pressed to the floor, my arms hanging down behind me, and I looked like an eagle running over the ground.

The axe served as a substitute for the eagle’s wings.

Of course, those wings won’t let you fly.

Instead, you could split and cut whatever was blocking your way.

It was when a soft red light was shining down from above my head.

The double moon rose. It was a phenomenon called the Red Moon. It was a night when demons became stronger. Rem didn’t care.

Just focus on swinging the axe.

Rem’s axe moved as it ran, sweeping the ground in a lower posture than when sitting.

He ran and swung his axe. Two lines passed over the monster’s body bathed in red moonlight.

Stone, slap.

Everything that fell into the axe’s path was cut down with a noise.

The head, legs, and torso were not covered.

Black fluid sprayed from the severed area, but not a single drop reached Rem.

A gray line, shining alone in the darkness, passed between the monsters as quickly as the swing of an axe.

A few spiders raised their legs and sat up.

Bam, bang, squeak!

Rem ran his axe over it and passed it by.

The spider’s legs were broken with a thud, but there were still six legs supporting its body.

If one breaks, you won’t die. Instead, if the axe blade that cuts your leg gets stuck in your head, you die.

Rem’s axe cut through the spider’s legs, then advanced forward, stopping as soon as it was cut, then turned around and struck the head.

The series of movements was very natural. It almost seemed as if a child was playing with a loose thread from a spool.

Bang.

Another monster bowed its head to the ground.

Rem liked the way the axe-chopping went as planned.

‘Not bad.’

It’s not quite a drop weapon, but isn’t this the best you can get on the market?

That was to be expected. A steel axe made of Levis Mountain couldn’t possibly be a common item.

If it weren’t for Rem himself, he wouldn’t be able to handle it properly.

The key is to give or take as much power as you want, but it must also withstand the power of the owner.

If you have such a weapon, you can use an axe to chop down a tree.

It is a feat that is performed entirely with one’s own muscle strength, rather than using the weight loaded on the weapon.

What is possible when fighting this way? You can change direction without recoil.

Just like the reverse motion attack a little while ago. In other words, it becomes an unpredictable axe swing.

Rem continued swinging his axe.

The axe blade scattered in all directions without any recoil, cutting down everything caught in it.

Two lines of wire that could cut anything curved and swept in all directions.

Gyaaaah!

A screaming spider that had been crawling on the floor with its body cut off in half, or rather, its head luckily not cut off, sounded a warning to all the monsters.

From that sound, Rem judged that there was a subject controlling these little monsters.

The five senses became one and became the sixth sense, lighting the way in the realm of instinct.

Rem’s gaze turned to one side.

If someone saw this sight from above, it would be amazing.

Because you might have seen the monsters gathered in a circle around the center of a clearing near the forest.

Of course, Rem couldn’t survey the battlefield from above. Instead, she used her senses to find her way. At the same time, a claw fell from behind Rem.

There is no sound and no break.

Those feathered arms were filled with monstrous strength that could tear a human to pieces and turn them into nothing more than a bloody mass of flesh.

Rem twisted his waist and stretched his legs backward.

The left knee is raised and the right foot is extended with the force of bending the waist.

Bam!

The chest of the rushing Owlbear was caught by the foot. The feathers that could block even the slightest sword strike were sunk inward.

Rem felt the sensation of breaking the monster’s chest bone with the sole of her foot.

The Owlbear that was hit by the foot was thrown backwards and flew away, then rolled on the ground.

The fallen man tried to get back up and regain his balance despite his sternum being crushed, but soon the axe came crashing down on his head.

Of course, it was Rem’s skill that kicked it away and followed behind.

Bam!

The monster with its head split open lay on the ground. Black blood flowed out. Black blood pooled in the sunken pit.

“The sinister stray cat was several times more vicious, you little cub.”

Black liquid dripped down the Levis steel axe blade, which had been sharpened so much that it was thinner than a hair.

Because of the Red Moon, the axe, the skin, and the black fluid all appeared reddish.

Well, black or red, that didn’t matter.

Rem again dropped his arms and axe.

And I hate to admit it, I really hate to admit it, but I won’t say it even if I die.

‘It did help, you fu*king idiots.’

Rem, my muscles are tougher than before.

The force applied to the axe became stronger.

I admitted that my senses had become more sensitive.

These were all things I got from hanging out with crazy kids.

There was a time when I thought that physical-based skills or abilities were the end, but that wasn’t the case.

I learned this part from watching a man who never gives up.

There are no limits. There is no end to anything.

Thanks to that, Rem felt hopeful.

Well, compared to my past self, the difference in skill between me now and then is obvious.

So what happens if we add some magic to this?

Even when you had sorcery in the past, did you ever think that you were being pushed around by knights?

“Hey, I’m busy. Just jump in.”

Rem smiled and ran again. She was heading towards the place where there were a lot of monsters gathered.

While Rem was swinging his axe, Dunbakel suddenly attacked the owlbear and split its head with his sword before jumping up onto the tree.

Her dark vision was far superior to that of the average person, and her eyesight was also good.

That’s when she discovered a swarm of spiders with their arms bent into the shape of bows behind the horde of monsters.

The moment Dunbakel saw the gathered crowd, he could foresee the damage they would cause.

It was natural, since he was not a fool who could not even judge the situation on the battlefield, even if he had no sense.

‘Arrows, bows, and monsters.’

It is an unexpected threat and attack.

What should we do to eliminate that threat?

It’s a preemptive measure.

Dunbakel’s survival instinct began to work differently. She heightened her sense of smell through her instinctive sense.

Even Dunbakel himself didn’t know why this was possible.

However, there was another type of smell beyond that, and I could smell it.

If you send a signal with a smell, there are those who receive it and those who send it.

Another smell, the sender was nearby.

That is, they are the ones who command this.

Dunbakel’s gaze turned to the rampaging savage.

That kid was digging among the monsters and slaughtering them all by himself.

In the middle of it all, there was a monster that gave off a special smell. Not one, but maybe five?

That also felt like a problem that needed to be solved.

But somehow, Rem knew that, and he was digging through the monsters and moving straight ahead.

Dunbakel looked at it and heard a sound coming from his heart.

‘I can’t.’

‘It’s dangerous to dig in there.’

‘Then what can I do?’

‘If you stay here, you might die.’

‘So you fight? Is fighting the only way to survive?’

‘If I run away, that’ll be the end of it?’

It was a warning from instinct. Dunbakel’s fur stood on end. At the same time, Dunbakel took a step forward.

Ignoring the countless questions that plagued her, she decided what to do.

‘proof.’

What are you standing here for?

Now something was clear.

It was to slice, cut, and kill the monsters.

I pulled out a bow and ran for it.

The body, which split the moonlight as both feet kicked the ground, was covered with hair. The pure white hair soon covered the face.

This is a form of transformation that was called a curse in the Suin tribe village.

Her body changed, her muscle mass changed. Her feet started to hit the ground with more strength, and her body became faster.

Dunbakel ran softly, stamping the ground and making a muffled sound with his ankles and knees.

Bang – The sound of the air tearing echoed and several monsters’ heads turned, but Dunbakel was already running.

So Dunbakel ran to the edge of the swamp. The poison was seeping into his body. Dunbakel held his breath.

Then he suddenly ran through the poisonous fog.

What he was aiming for was in the center of the swamp.

* * *

Admor, who came near the battlefield, saw Rowena tied to a pole or something.

“Damn it, Rowena.”

I gritted my teeth and approached, untied the string, and checked the injured area.

“how?”

Rowena blinked and asked. There were no serious injuries, but she could see that her underwear was torn and wrapped tightly around her thigh.

“Have you come to the rescue? Is it Lord Oara? Or Lord Roman?”

“The savages and the beastmen are here, let’s talk about the details later.”

Admor took out his dagger, cut the cord, and carried her on his back.

Half of her unit died, but half lived.

“I thought it was over.”

Rowena muttered.

“Where are you going without me? What’s the end?”

Admor spoke and wrapped Rowena and himself in ropes.

So, what do we do now?

I found my ally and saved him.

The area nearby was full of monsters that had already been chopped down with axes.

But that doesn’t mean I let my guard down. This place is still dangerous, threatening, and scary.

Can I just go back?

It was a time when I was heightening my alertness while thinking about what would happen next.

“Come on!”

The author was seen running wild near the swamp, his vigilance in vain.

Something in both hands was drawing lines. I knew it was an axe, but it looked like a feather.

However, the feather was crushing and splitting everything it touched.

Admor stared blankly for a moment as Rem fought.

Wherever he moved, black fluid spurted out, dyeing the surrounding area.

Admor couldn’t help but be in awe.

“Let’s get out.”

He took care of his lover and stepped back. It seemed like if he just stepped back, no monsters would chase him.

* * *

Oara felt a sense of urgency.

‘Has this ever happened before?’

That wouldn’t be the case. I’ve never handed over my moment of fighting to someone else.

Oara saw Encred and Jerix fighting.

Isn’t that the person who named her ex-husband?

So, he is the one who has to bear it.

But why doesn’t he come forward?

The reason was right in front of me.

It was because of his friend Encred. Because the will he showed was holding him back.

‘It blocks well, though.’

It also seemed like a series of crises.

If you look at it from the side, it’s pretty precarious.

Bang!

I saw Encred blocking the claws that Jerix had been slashing with with his black mask.

Encred blocked the attack and tripped Ghoul’s foot. Ghoul took his foot off the ground and raised his knee, aiming for Encred’s heart.

As if he had anticipated this, Encred pulled back his sword, which he had raised so that it was parallel to the ground, and struck the pommel ghoul’s knee.

Just before his knees and pommel met, the ghoul lay back and straightened his knees.

The location that Jerryx’s feet were aiming for remained the same.

Just as he was about to lose the man, Encred lowered his left forearm and blocked Jerix’s shin.

Jerix’s feet and Encred’s forearms met in a cross shape.

Zzz!

The sound of a crashing lump of metal erupted. The silver gauntlet covering the back of Encred’s left hand blocked Jerix’s instep.

After the quick exchange of words, the two distanced themselves for a moment.

Aura looked at that and thought.

Jerryx won’t stop.

However, that doesn’t mean I will give up easily.

He was holding himself back while dealing with Encred.

‘Jerix, you’ve grown even taller.’

Should I just leave it like this? I think I’ll die if I leave it like this.

He’s a pitiful person. Both in face and in skills.

So I don’t want to let you die.

But it wasn’t easy to turn things around.

Even though he was not a knight, Oara saw Encred exuding the will of a knight.

That’s what it looked like for a moment, right in front of me.

It must be an illusion. It was natural.

Aren’t you still barely hanging on?

Still, Encrid was still holding on. It was close, but he managed to stop it somehow.

It was a knight named Ohara.

She knew honor, and she swung the sword to uphold her beliefs through her oaths.

That’s why I couldn’t stop the man who was blocking me just now.

Encred was also showing something similar to himself.

A pledge to smile no matter what happens.

The basis of that pledge was the determination to defend this city.

Because this city is a smile to her.

Something similar to that self was also seen in Encred.

What on earth is behind that man? What is he guarding?

‘What the heck, really?’

Oara’s curiosity blossomed.

I happened to watch it, but I was curious as to why Encred was acting that way.

Of course, I will step forward if I have to.

But that wasn’t easy either.

Right next to him, Roman was fighting a spider inspector, and Owlbear, who was strong enough to fight a knight, was waiting for an opening.

Oara was now the center of balance.

If she steps forward, one of the three will surely be killed.

Instead, the two remaining monsters will target one of your allies.

Can you stop it?

That would be difficult.

She decided to volunteer as a counterweight.

If someone here could kill just one of the three.

‘The next one is easy.’

It is possible to end this battle without killing anyone.

Of course, the situation was unfavorable. Time was on the enemy’s side. The monsters were not getting tired, but the allies seemed to be slowly being pushed back.

Still, the bright light in his eyes did not go out.

Their battles, their fights, their struggles, their will, set the soldiers’ hearts on fire.

“Oh!”

Behind her, on the wall, there was a soldier shouting for help.

“Let’s die laughing!”

The cries of those prepared to die were heard.

Because Aura didn’t want to tell anyone to die.

For a moment, I postponed the moment of choice.

* * *

“What bad luck.”

Oara feels wronged because she can’t fight properly due to the poison.

“I will stop it until the end.”

Oara finally perseveres and dies.

Ohara has never been true.

We’ve just never had a proper fight.

She just died without ever having a chance.

At least by Encred standards, that was the case.

The guy who was the fragment of Balrog or something sent the monster first to drain Oara’s stamina, and he won easily.

What if I hadn’t been poisoned?

If that were the case, Oara would have been able to fight.

You can’t fight properly because of the poison?

Then I will let you fight properly just once.

What Encred was trying to protect was the pride of Knight Oara.

Encred’s muscles ached from fending off the ghoul’s claws.

Because he was holding back Aura from behind, the ghoul didn’t have an easy chance to kill him.

I held on like that. I held on and held on.

This is the end of the support.

“What? It’s chaos here too.”

Rem is here.

“There was a man who commanded the archers, and he killed them.”

Dunbakel, hungry for praise, returned limping.

“It’s been a long time, Rem.”

Encred said.