Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 483

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The West is vast. In addition to the six tribes, there were those who lived by their traditions or stubbornness.

The short blonde I met in the city of Oara was one of them.

There was only one person, but Rem knew someone.

The person who spoke was a short blonde with a wanderlust who dealt in witchcraft poison.

“You said you’d be in big trouble if you got caught leaving traces here and there? But you left behind poison?”

I picked flowers, followed the giant’s tracks, and eventually found a friend from a small tribe.

“How did you know?”

Black eyes asked. There was no wariness. Only pure curiosity. This was the kind of friend he was.

With the mountain slope as the boundary, Rem was at the bottom and Sangdae was at the top.

But wouldn’t he be surprised to see himself back in the West?

He wasn’t the type of person to care about that kind of thing.

He might not even know that he had left.

“Somehow.”

Rem answered nonchalantly.

Black Eyes blinked several times. It was impossible to know what he was thinking, but his personality and purpose in life probably hadn’t changed.

He said that he enjoyed taking a step back like a ghost and watching people.

There’s nothing more fun than watching people live, but he’s the type of person who really hates getting out there.

As her flowing hair blew in the wind, she took out a string and tied it up tightly, perhaps because it was annoying.

“There’s no way anyone would use poison. If you see someone using it, it’s obvious.”

It was a series of coincidences.

A few tribes, including this one, did not want to interact, and they kept to their traditions believing that doing so would preserve some of their energy.

A new species was born among such a people.

A person who happened to see another tribe while looking at the stars in the night sky, and then ended up in a pioneer area.

This woman saw that her tribe could not remain imprisoned like this.

There was a cause there and my desires were mixed in.

“Still water runs deep.”

This was this guy’s argument. Behind it was a desire to see people.

Rem had previously dismissed the traditions they kept as nonsense.

Because they said that just talking to people would damage your spirit.

It was said that if one’s words and thoughts are mixed, one loses one’s magical powers, and that only those who have never held a man’s hand since birth can become shamans.

It was all bullshit. That’s not how witchcraft works.

But conversely, that method may also make the magic stronger.

I will believe and pray for that.

Because I will raise consciousness based on faith.

Although they all worship the same god of heaven born from a birch tree, their lifestyles are very different.

That’s what they did.

So should we criticize them? Should we condemn them? Should we curse them, tell them to change their way of life, and force them out of the world?

There was no reason for that.

They don’t want to harm anyone and just want to live well among themselves.

Rather, when some tribes attacked them, preying on their energy, they attacked them, but they did not want any interaction. In other words, they did not want to fight.

Even the young ones of the special species say that if their tribe remains locked up like this, they will eventually rot and become sick, but they don’t really do anything. They just go out and see the outside world sometimes.

“You went far this time?”

Rem asked again.

The black eyes of the minority tribe, whom Rem called a different species, opened their mouths because there was nothing to worry about. This was not a secret, and it was an issue that had not been resolved even now.

“Before three summers had passed, a madman came after the tribe’s sacrifices. He lost some of the offerings and went out to find them.”

The skills of those who handle witchcraft poison are outstanding.

Remdo couldn’t fight the entire tribe alone.

Besides, what is a sacrifice?

It is a part of the god they worship. From a continental perspective, it could be seen as a sacred object.

Be it tradition, energy or spirit, if you touch it, they will start to interact.

The exchange of fighting and battle.

But what kind of crazy guy was after that?

A strange species is an observer looking from outside the world.

They must have seen and heard that much. I thought they would know more than Na-rae or the other tribes who were directly hit.

I didn’t come here to ask for help in the fight.

He was sharpening his knife, saying that he had been hit here too.

No, this is where it started.

They were hit first.

“He was a wizard, a stranger from the continent.”

Rem combined what she knew. She pieced together the pieces floating around in her head and made them into a single picture. She looked behind the scenes to see what was happening.

However, if you ask me if I worked that hard, then that wasn’t the case.

I was just wondering what kind of kid did that to me, so I looked it up.

I had a rough idea of ​​where he was and I could guess his intentions.

“Want to go find the guy who found the sacrifice?”

That’s what it said.

“We know where it is, but if we fight, we lose.”

Since you said that the priestess became one-armed after fighting once, you’ve said everything you wanted to say.

In this tribe, the priestess was the chieftain and eldest shaman.

“It was important to find a sacrifice, but it was not something we could sacrifice the entire tribe for.”

She said, a blue light flashing in her eyes.

You pay what you get. Westerners usually did that. It was the same for the minority tribes.

These are the ones who add more, not less.

“Okay, then come when we fight. Go get the sacrifice.”

That’s what I said.

* * *

Rem struck the club with his left axe with a thought and cut horizontally with his right axe.

Pfft, squeak!

The giant’s club bounced off the left-hand axe, and the right-hand axe cut off the middle of the giant’s shin, splitting the flesh open and causing purple blood to spurt out.

‘I think you could have found it and brought it to me.’

Rem thought so and jumped to the side.

thud!

The club fell. Rocks flew out. The area in front of the canyon was filled with gravel, stones, and sand.

The giant’s strength caused the ground to shake, creating a dent.

The giant is strong, but if he doesn’t get hit, he’s useless.

To be honest, it was okay to clash.

‘Just let it flow.’

From the outside, it looks like a series of crises.

Jumping into the midst of giants alone.

Even if it’s Rem, even if it’s a candidate for the warrior, it’s too much.

It was like going out into a storm without any clothes on.

But Rem was actually calm.

This was easy compared to dealing with the ten thousand ghosts.

Hmph!

The giant’s club fell on his head.

Whoever made them, they were all dark brown clubs. It took more Crona than you might think to equip them with a unified armament.

So, the argument was that someone had created weapons for them.

Rem raised the axe in his left hand towards the falling club, slightly bent his knees, and lowered his upper body.

Bam!

There was a loud noise. It felt like Rem was going to be crushed into a lump of blood.

Of course, that didn’t happen.

The giant’s club stopped as it was coming down.

Rem held on, using his left forearm as a base for his mighty heart.

To be exact, he started from his knees and released the giant’s strength through his entire body’s elasticity.

He did so by gently accepting it and letting it flow to the ground.

Each part, including the elbows, shoulders, waist, knees, and ankles, distributed and dispersed the power appropriately, built up with soft and flexible muscles.

If it were me, I would have just taken it with brute force, but not anymore.

He had become more experienced and skilled. It was good to see that his skills had clearly improved.

It would be nice if my frame of thinking broadened.

In any case, his skills have improved significantly since he left the West.

Wood crunch!

The club cracked vertically, centered around the point where the axe blade had struck.

Rem ran forward in that state.

Ddddddddd!

The club splits along with the axe in his left hand. The giant is startled and kicks Rem.

Rem took the next action by thrusting the axe he was holding in his right hand forward.

He shook the club with his left hand, and circled around with the axe blade against his ankle, which was slow compared to Encred’s sword.

Thud thud.

The giant’s skin was so tough that it could not even be scratched by a simple sword strike, but Rem’s axe cut through it without a hitch.

With a whoosh, purple blood gushed out. The half-severed ankle tumbled down with a thud, and a puddle of blood soon formed on the floor.

Shut up!

The giant howled like a beast.

But the eyes didn’t change. The pupils were unfocused. It was strange from the first time I saw it.

There was no thought in the giant’s eyes. They looked like people who were drunk on drugs.

They were different from the guys I dealt with when I came to the West. No, the same? Those guys didn’t look normal either. I wonder if that has anything to do with it.

The giant waved his hands, screaming in pain.

Rem again struck the hand that was aiming at him with his left axe.

Boom!

When the axe blade broke, Rem threw it without hesitation like a javelin.

The axe blade is broken and sharpened, but it will be difficult to pierce the giant’s skin with this.

But the eyeball was too big to gouge out. So I aimed for the eyeball and threw it.

The broken axe handle flew out with a whoosh and poked the giant in the eye.

Shut up!

The giant’s scream erupted again.

Clear liquid and purple blood mixed together and splattered on the floor.

“Give me an axe.”

Rem said, reaching back.

There was a warrior who carried axes hanging from his body just for this purpose.

In terms of the Knights Templar, they are squires, meaning they are in charge of chores and help in battle.

Here he was called a small warrior.

The little warrior at first wondered why he had been asked to carry so many axes, but now he understood.

Where can you find a weapon that can withstand Rem’s power?

“Pressure!”

The little warrior threw his axe with a roar.

The axe that had been flying around was sucked into Rem’s hand.

widely.

Rem, holding an axe, snapped his neck from side to side.

“Let’s keep our eyes open and walk around.”

None of the giants answered Rem’s words.

Since I know no fear, I have no hesitation.

There was a horde of giants.

Round eyes in the whites of the eyes, mostly dark brown, unfocused. Blurry. Only a blind will to kill was visible, so the only thing in the eyes was murder.

If I had looked at it straight on, it would have been creepy, but it wasn’t Rem.

His lips twisted.

“Anyway, these kids.”

Rem raised the axe over his shoulder.

There was no sense of crisis, so I was very relaxed.

Meanwhile, Encred kept slashing at the wizard again and again.

“this.”

“it…….”

“mind…….”

“This bird… … .”

The opposing wizard seemed to be under an unspeakable curse.

Encrid didn’t care and continued to pursue him.

The persistent stabbing continued. The persistence was like Oara’s endless stabbing.

Then the other guys around tried to step forward.

They held each other’s hands and tried to cast a spell.

Choaack!

Then a whip flew over their heads. It was Prock’s.

“So, you’re all cultists.”

Prock’s tone was flat, but there was a cold spark within it.

It’s a dull anger.

“Letir, your enemies are plentiful here.”

Luagarne muttered something that no one could understand and jumped into the crowd with her whip and sword in hand.

Even while fighting, Rem glanced around to take in the situation.

I also saw the fight at Luagarne.

Their faces were familiar.

There were a few fairies mixed in, but other than that, everyone else was pretty familiar.

They were cannibals, bastards with a crazy tradition that eating human flesh would pass on their power to them.

They were also the ones who had a blast splitting heads before Rem left.

It wasn’t all that surprising that they turned to the enemy’s side.

No, to be honest, they may not have had a choice.

Originally, he was supposed to be a warrior of a cannibal tribe, but his head was split by Rem’s axe.

After that, you would have been hit here and there, and what if a cult member had approached you at that time?

So maybe all of this was because of Rem.

That doesn’t mean Rem felt guilty.

Everything that happens in the world can be attributed to a reason. On the other hand, it may be difficult to attribute a reason to something that just happens.

It’s all in the mind. It’s all in the thoughts.

So, if something happened, you didn’t have to take responsibility for it all.

It was a melee, but it wasn’t a melee.

Because the number of people participating in the melee was not that large.

If Luagarne sees a few socialites and fights with his eyes half-turned and his cheeks puffed out.

To Rem’s right, a crowd of people ran wild.

He cut the giant’s wrists and arms with two curved swords, then, for some reason, he dove into the giant’s arms and cut vertically under its chin.

It swings like that and goes out. It goes in with a thud, cuts with a bang, and comes back.

A long line of purple blood followed along Dunbakel’s body.

My feet seemed noticeably faster than before.

“Socialite!”

Luagarne’s cry was heard.

“I realized that if I kill them one by one every day, like swinging my sword, it will end sooner or later!”

It is the same cry, full of the will to feel resentment.

Rem wondered why that prok was acting like that all of a sudden.

Anyway, if we fought well, that was the end of it.

Thump.

The axe blades in both hands clashed and bounced off each other. Rem tried to muster up her resolve.

Well, it’s only when something is dangerous or these guys are so fierce that they risk their lives fighting.

Still, they were the ones who threatened the wife and family behind them.

If Ayul had died, Rem would have been unable to bear it and would have gone berserk.

“Not a single one can go behind me.”

Rem was about to say something like this, but she kept her mouth shut.

It wasn’t the right atmosphere for that.

The group of giants had lost their senses. They should have received some kind of instruction, but they were in no position to do so.

So the group of giants targeted only one human and one beastman who attacked them.

Geomna-rae was about to step forward when she stopped.

In his view, the beginning was sudden, and the aftermath was therefore calm.

I don’t understand it, but it happened.

You could say it was reckless but peaceful. It didn’t fit, but it was like that.

That’s how the battlefield turned out.

Encred is fighting the wizard, and Luagarne is running wild at the group gathered around him.

Rem’s performance was amazing to watch.

I knew he was a good fighter. He was also a candidate for warrior.

But did you fight that well?

The black hawk was dumbfounded.

But he couldn’t not do what he had to do, so he raised his hand too.

“Are you just going to watch?”

Speaking to the tribal alliance behind him, Geomna-rae took out her totem.

It is a wooden carving in the shape of a wolf’s head. It is blackened and worn.

The swordsman holding it prayed.

‘Oh wolf god, oh wolf god.’

Come down here and kill them all.

White ears, black eyes, friend of the dawn bird.

Purple veins sprouted up on Geomna-rae’s forearms.

Pain shot through his entire body. He gritted his teeth and endured it, then cast a spell.

The descent of the spirit was a magic technique.