Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 484

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Descent, calling God to this land.

If you go to the continent, especially to the Holy Nation, and say something like that, the Inquisitors will come after you immediately.

And I will tell you that I will pull out your teeth, fingernails, and toenails so that you will never be able to chew meat again for the rest of your life.

“Admit it’s heresy.”

From the perspective of some fanatics, the West itself could be considered a hotbed of heresy.

If there had been no Magical Church, there might have been a war between the Continent and the West.

As recorded in history, the West and the Continent have fought wars in the past due to their different ideologies.

Conflicts between religions, conflicts between languages, and people with different perspectives on life often try to enforce their will through fights.

If the ruler is like that, such a thing can easily happen.

Of course, the rulers may have started the war for religious reasons in order to gain some advantage, but fortunately, these were not such times.

The Magical Church exists so blatantly that you want to punish the heretics in the West?

If you do something like this, you’ll probably end up being called crazy.

I don’t think anyone would agree with this.

Over the years, the West has come to be respected as a culture.

Heretic and barbarian are just words to belittle them.

Of course, no matter who called him a heretic or what, Geomna-rae only followed the god she believed in.

“Bite, tear, and rip.”

It’s witchcraft.

Black smoke rose from the blackened piece of wood that Geomna-rae was holding in her hand.

The smoke did not disperse, but formed a shape in front of Geomnaerae.

The pointed ears are white, and the rest is all black.

A white ear stood out through the pitch-black smoke.

“Go.”

The inside of the open mouth of the swordsman was red. Blood flowed from the corner of the mouth.

As soon as Geomna-rae finished speaking, the legless wolf smoke moved forward.

The up and down movement of its body made it look like it was running even though it had no legs.

Two white ears drew two white lines into the air.

Awww!

It was accompanied by a gut-wrenching wolf howl. A black smoke wolf that had slipped through the tribesmen in the blink of an eye bit the giant’s thigh.

This is the guy who sneaked out to the side, out of the gap of Rem’s axe.

Even though he was Rem, he only had one body. He couldn’t stop dozens of giants with just his physical abilities, without any sorcery.

Just as a few of the dogs were slowly retreating, a wolf appeared and bit their thighs.

Fangs made of smoke pierced through the giant’s thick skin.

It was a strange sight. Through the smoke, you could clearly see flesh being bitten and torn.

Crunch!

Purple blood spurted through the smoke.

Turn it off!

The giant screamed and waved his hands. The smoke dispersed for a moment before returning to its original form.

Woodduck.

The wolf called by Geomna-rae bashfully ignored the giant’s gestures.

He bit once, bit twice, and kept biting again and again.

Flesh fell off and blood spurted out. The wolf buried its head between the tattered flesh. The giant’s scream became more terrifying than before.

Oh my!

It was obvious. It would hurt even if you were bitten by a wolf, but the wolf god’s fangs were cursed with pain.

If I got bitten, it would hurt more than if I had been pricked under my fingernail with a needle.

It would be like the pain of poking a festering, burst wound with your fingers.

The previous time the giant invaded, it was blocked by magic, either by the trick of the heavenly gods or by magic.

Perhaps it was the work of a clan of fortune-tellers, or a bastard from the enemy continent, or perhaps a wizard, but there was no such thing now. There was no interference.

Of course, he had prepared for the possibility of interference from the opponent, but in this situation, even if he were the enemy commander, Geomna-rae would have let go for a moment.

How on earth would you anticipate and react to a situation like this?

“Hey, dog.”

“Hey, you.”

“this…….”

The enemy leader was seen unable to say anything as he was constantly swinging his sword at his snout.

His body keeps blurring and his sword keeps flowing out, but how long can he do that?

It didn’t seem like Encred, the stranger, would get tired.

How can he swing his sword so calmly?

‘Did you really say we were sparring for nothing?’

Even for a courageous Westerner, that was a bit much.

“Ugh.”

Despite her leisurely thoughts, Geomna-rae couldn’t hold back the urge to vomit, so she vomited blood.

It felt like someone was grabbing my stomach and squeezing it.

It was because my insides were twisted due to forcibly summoning the wolf god.

If it were me, I would have tried harder to endure it and look normal, but now there was no need to do that.

“Don’t push yourself too hard, you know. I’m just going to take a look. Why is the patient here?”

I heard Rem’s scream in front of me.

Are you also watching the blood being vomited in the meantime?

It was a bit awkward to hear, but it also gave me a sense of relief.

“Go ahead and worry about it.”

Wiping her lips, Geomna-rae answered. Rem didn’t even pretend to listen. In reality, she probably didn’t hear it.

The yard where Geomna-rae vomited blood was opened. The tribal warriors raised their spears high.

“The earth is shaking. The earth is shaking. Mother Earth, take care of it, take care of it.”

The two sorcerers who saw that shook their bells and muttered.

It sounded like a rattling sound like a child’s toy.

To the allies, it was just a pleasant sound to hear and a sound to be ignored, but not to the giants.

Gweru.

They shook their heads with unfocused eyes. I saw a few of them staggering.

It is a sorcery that focuses sound waves on the head and hits it.

The wolf god, the bell, and the brave warrior of the West jump in between. Fighting like this, he was able to take on even the giants.

Of course, among them, the one who showed the most overwhelming performance was Rem.

“Don’t just come out and get hurt. Ayul, take command.”

He spoke while swinging two axes repeatedly. Even though he was in the middle of a group of giants, Rem spoke leisurely.

“Dallae, Maru, Tamu, and Altan are bullets. Lange, Naran, Gut, Tan, and Hoon are javelins.”

As a bonus, Ayul was also the commander of the Western Warriors.

Who would have led the warrior class when the Black Knights fell?

It’s Ayul.

She was one of the pillars of the wavering tribe.

Everyone changed formation after hearing Ayul’s words.

Four of them took out their slings at the words, “Spread out wide and use bullets.”

Two stood forward, two behind, keeping the distance between them, while the remaining four warriors held black-tipped spears.

The blade was black and wrapped tightly around the end of a solid wooden stick. It was an obsidian blade.

Although its durability is poor, there is no better weapon for dealing a single blow.

It was all preparation to face the giant.

The Western peoples were not fools, they all prepared for battle, for fighting.

Even if Rem hadn’t been there, we would have fought. Of course, it would have been a fierce fight.

The fight has now become one that can be watched from a straw bed.

“Whew!”

The number of people running wild on one side was also unusual. They fought while weaving between the giants, and their movements seemed divine.

He steps on the giant’s thigh and leaps upward, then grabs the giant’s greasy hair and elbows the giant on the crown of his head.

Kwajik!

The sound of a skull breaking inside rang out. The giant who had been hit staggered and tried to hold on, but Suin struck him with his elbow and continued to dig into his skull with his claws before jumping to the side.

Yeah, that’s right.

The giant fell sideways with a strange groan.

The blood and foreign substances flowing out of his head were evidence that he would never get up again.

* * *

The chieftain rubbed his eyes, but then thought that it might be a dream and that it would be a loss if he woke up.

Of course it wasn’t a dream. I know. I knew it.

The chieftain was not a fool who could not discern reality.

However, it’s just that it doesn’t feel realistic.

On one side, there is a guy who changes into smoke and is chased by swords.

The owner of the sword was a foreigner, the author of Rem’s companion.

“All socializing is my enemy, I will kill them all.”

Prock fought, muttering repeatedly, his cheeks puffed out as if he had been possessed by a god.

Just hearing it made me feel murderous.

And there are also watermen who fight giants.

Yes. These three were foreigners, so that was possible. It was difficult to gauge their abilities even from the chief’s perspective.

But the other one is not.

Rem, the warrior candidate who brought the stranger.

The chieftain’s gaze stopped on one side.

There, the prodigal son was chopping firewood.

“ax.”

He is always busy chopping firewood, getting a new axe whenever it breaks.

The only difference is that what that axe splits isn’t a green or dry tree, but a giant.

A group of cannibalistic giants who had threatened the clan were being torn apart and left to fend for themselves, worse than firewood.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel refreshed.

The chieftain has been holding on all this time, spitting out blood and urine.

The pressure he had been under during that time was enough to kill a person.

I couldn’t sleep, my chest felt tight, and my heart was pounding at an uncontrollable rate.

My anxiety has gotten worse, so I’ve lost my appetite.

The reality is that the flesh is thinning and getting thinner day by day. If it weren’t for the tattoo on the face, the face of a sick person would have been revealed as it was.

That’s how it was. It was that hard.

Because the chief knew reality better than anyone else.

‘It’s ruined.’

Dark clouds in the west obscured the sun and covered the sky.

I did whatever came my way, whether I could do it or not.

Finding the minority tribe? That came before Rem.

It’s just that no one reacted.

I even tried to secretly get in line with the fortune teller tribe.

I was about to ask them why they were doing that, that if they wanted to become a big fu*king tribe, they could do that too, and that they could do whatever they wanted anyway, so they should just come back and stop being fu*king around.

They didn’t listen.

I even thought that I might need to borrow power from other continents beyond the frontier.

Of course, not everything went as planned.

Somehow, help from outside the continent.

Finding minority tribes wasn’t going well either.

The situation worsened day by day.

The curse fell, the eldest sorcerer fell, and the foremost warrior, Geomnare, fell ill.

‘This is fu*king crazy.’

The chieftain knew that running away was the answer. That was one way.

But how can that be?

The West is the land where they were born and raised, the land where they will be buried when they die, the land they must protect for the rest of their lives.

Low clouds, high clouds, sunblock clouds, large lakes, sandbar canyons, Mir Hills.

The chief loved it all too.

If this is the end, I will endure it.

Despair came in an instant and ate away at my insides, and I felt like I was just a shell left, waiting for the day to die.

When Rem returned, when the curse was broken, when the two giants died, in all those moments I saw hope, but not like now.

The chieftain felt at peace.

Just as I was watching Rem kick the giant’s ankle.

It wasn’t even half the size of a giant. It would be normal for a giant to not flinch at such a kick.

But no.

Rem’s kick knocks the giant off his balance. The axe blade slams into his neck, breaking his ankle bone beyond his hide and causing him to tilt to the side.

puck!

Purple blood spurted out with a cheerful sound of impact. Rem, who had cut off the giant’s neck, laughed while covered in blood.

“Hey, you guys are not even halfway there anymore.”

Rem says, “The prodigal son has returned.

It was different from the previous Rems. He fought without having any magic. He fought well without the weapons given to him. He fought very, very well.

The chieftain was relieved.

This fight, I won.

It didn’t look like I was going to pee blood tonight.

My heart, which had been pounding when the stranger Encred suddenly appeared, was now beating at its normal speed.

It is a sense of relief that comes from peace and tranquility.

Blood spurted, bones broke, and screams erupted before him, but the chieftain remained calm.

Even though Geomna-rae vomited blood, judging by her condition, she will be fine after a few days of recuperation.

The chieftain muttered.

“I won.”

Of course, it was a hasty judgment.

* * *

Despite his hatred for the cult, Luagarne knew that the end of his fight would not be pleasant.

‘Can all the socialites be killed?’

does not exist.

‘Can socialization be eradicated?’

does not exist.

After her second lover died, Luagarne wandered for a while.

At that time, she was not interested in anything other than killing the socialites.

It would have been natural to aim to kill them, regardless of their desires, but that was not the case.

‘Because it was fatal.’

Because I knew that if I set that as my goal, I would never achieve it.

So I changed the direction of my desire.

It was very appropriate, chasing and finding out the unknown.

That was fun and plausible too.

From the outside, it seemed like the source of Prock’s desires lay in instinct and some kind of incomprehensible realm, but in reality, it felt different.

‘If there is a will, desire will follow.’

So, true progs are those who develop their own desires. They clearly state what they want and have a clear reason for it. They are not driven by unreasonable desires.

‘iced coffee.’

The realization was fleeting.

A nightmare that brings back the worst moments.

A faint trace of social interaction.

In the end, you will have to face the people who will become your lifelong enemies.

It’s not that I don’t enjoy being around Encred.

Walking into the unknown is also enjoyable.

Someday, I want to set foot on the East Coast. I will draw a map that was my former lover’s dream.

Luagarne saw Encred swinging his sword.

I’ve been watching his daily life for quite some time.

His daily life, which she had seen that way, gave her a realization.

‘Exploring the unknown.’

They also beat up socialites.

how?

Whether there is an end or not, just work hard as soon as you see it.

Even if the ending is unfortunate, if you enjoy the process, that’s all that matters.

There’s a guy swinging a sword while smiling.

There is a guy who swings his sword without getting tired.

There is a guy who wakes up at the same time every day and works out.

Gulp.

Despite his anger, Luagarne smiled.

Of course, the eyes of the social crowd could not distinguish between Frock’s laughter and his anger.

“Crazy frog!”

“Break my heart!”

“Bite off the heart!”

A group of savages and cannibals kept shouting.

This is how you react to the word heart.

Luagarne’s heart was strong. She even let unpleasant words go in one ear.

One of them stomped his foot on the floor. Magic flowed out of his boot, and his body moved next to Luagarne.

This is an item that has a high-speed movement spell cast on it.

I experienced this once before.

So when was it?

It’s time to deal with the Nol Colony.

I was with Encred back then too.

As that moment came to mind, a battle cry came out of me.

Gulp, gurgle!

This is Prock’s battle cry.

At the same time, her loop sword shot upwards to the right, slashing through the air. It was where the cannibal wizard had just appeared.

Phew!

The powerful blow caused the cannibal to retreat in terror.

“Tch!”

Then, a woman who seemed to be the leader of the cannibal group gestured.

One by one, a group of enemies gather around the woman.

Meanwhile, a fairy with one eye missing rushed in to buy some time.

It’s not a tough opponent. But it’s hard to subdue it in one breath. If you’re trying to buy time, you’ve made the right move.

“Come out with the warrior’s arm.”

One of the cannibals muttered and stretched out his hand. A black drop of water formed at the tip of his finger and fell down.

A single black drop of water expanded into a black puddle, and a black hand emerged from underneath it.

It was a social order.