Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 485

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Following the arm.

“Rise, warrior’s legs.”

Another cannibal stuck his foot out and said:

It seemed like he was less skilled than the guy who had just placed the order.

They were cannibals who wore colored bands on their heads and had random patterns drawn on their faces.

His dirty legs turned black and crumbled.

Knock knock knock.

It’s a magical reaction.

“Ugh.”

The bastard was seen clenching his teeth and holding back a groan.

Muscles, bones, skin and hide were twisted.

Just hearing a creepy sound made the whole thing ring out, and the leg fell off below the knee, turning into a black mass that formed a puddle, from which a muscular black leg grew again.

After making one arm and two legs like that, one of them died with blood pouring out of its eyes and nose.

His body was sucked in and soon turned into a puddle of black blood, from which a black body was born.

It had thin arms and legs and no head.

A new arm and two legs were attached to the torso.

Finally, it was a human figure made up of black soot. Only the left hand was there, and it was holding a long stick.

The stick was longer than a sword and had a shape that could properly be called a spear.

He was a warrior with a black body. Should we say he was a black warrior born from a black pit?

Or should we call him a dead warrior who crossed the river of death?

The only singularity was that it had no right arm, only a left arm. It was one-armed, and its head was just a round lump.

A knight who rises from the dead is called a Death Knight. He is the pinnacle of necromancy. He is the incarnation of a monster with knight-level power.

The magic used by the cultists today was of a lower rank than that.

It started with capturing a warrior with exceptional skill, ripping out his heart, and using secret techniques to keep him from dying.

Over the course of a few days, they gradually maintain a state of confusion where you can’t tell if you’re dead or not.

He’s dead because his heart was taken out.

But the magic makes the warrior think he is alive.

‘Whose heart is that?’

The body is dead, but the spirit lives on.

In that state, he is killed by the secret art of the commander. That is how the warrior born from death was created.

I am not dead yet. Therefore, I can fight. If I fight and win, this nightmare will end soon.

Because he is dead, he cannot hear the words of the living. The warrior of death cannot speak. He must communicate mentally, but he has no will to do so.

All that remains is the desire to fight.

Fight. Kill. I will pierce holes in your body with spears.

It didn’t matter who or what was blocking my way.

Luagarne’s whip slashed the black warrior’s skull.

Exactly!

The warrior blocked the whip with a swing of his spear. The end of the whip swung around the spear.

At the same time as he swung his whip, Luagarne rushed forward and swung his Loop Sword.

It is a blade that flies horizontally.

The heavy blade imbued with Prok’s power seemed ready to slice through the enemy’s torso in an instant.

The black warrior pulled the spear with all his might and blocked it.

Zzz!

The black bar blocking the Loop Sword’s blade rippled.

Pull the spear that was wrapped with a whip? It was something that overcame the strength of the prok.

The only one’s hand moved under the spear. He moved it smoothly and grabbed the bottom of the spear. Then, just like that, he brought the spear wrapped around the whip forward.

Luagarne let go of the whip handle and gripped the loop sword with both hands, twisting it and slamming the spear into the cotton.

Crack, crack!

The black spear and the loop sword’s blade clashed and swerved left and right.

Luagarne took a big step back, using the recoil of the force pushing forward.

The Death Warrior is a work of art created by a necromancer. Its skill level varies depending on how well it is made.

How good is the guy who swings a spear with one arm?

‘At least a junior officer.’

If you’re alone, you can deal with it with some difficulty.

I felt like my skills were diminished because I had one arm missing.

It was an association that came to mind naturally as I thought about where one of my arms was.

‘That’s the kid’s arm from before.’

I killed one of the social guys while playing a prank the other day.

The guy who cast the spell called Warrior’s Arm.

It was an arm spell for a warrior whose body was weak and only had a healthy right arm.

This is the one that Encred had killed.

After that, I searched here and there to find the owner of that arm.

I was wondering where it was and it was here.

Luagarne stepped back, flicking the whip handle free from the spear with the tip of his sword and grabbing it again.

It’s the same time as noise.

“Burn up.”

The young will in her voice called forth the spell engraved upon the whip.

The easiest way to deal with such a guy was to use a magical tool. Flames started to flare up from the middle of the whip.

The blazing heat warmed the surroundings.

Even if you do this, your chances of winning will not be high.

Following the eye for talent and vision, the sense of battle speaks of a crisis.

It was because of the guys who were watching with sly eyes from behind the warrior of death.

That wasn’t the end of it.

Another group of humans emerged from behind the canyon where the enemy horde had gathered.

The people who had various patterns drawn on their faces were the main ones. Among them, two people in costume stood out. They were a half-blood fairy and a half-blood giant.

He’s not a westerner. You could tell just by looking at him.

Not only were their races different, but their clothing was also different.

The fairy half-blood had one ear crushed, with a hole instead of an earlobe, while the giant half-blood had a flat nose and a sharp chin, giving his face a square, rock-like appearance.

Encred continues to chase the enemy wizard.

Rem and Dunbakel are happily slaughtering a group of giants.

A sorcerous wolf was swarming through a pack of giants, protecting the friendly warriors who were thrusting spears and throwing rocks.

A few westerners approached Luagarne, carrying obsidian spears on their spear throwers.

‘I don’t think it will work.’

Her fighting instincts told her defeat. Or rather, a dog’s death.

Especially when I saw a guy with black hair and white eyes with no pupils, that thought wouldn’t leave my head.

This is a guy who drew a pattern of teardrops falling down under his left eye and a pattern of a dagger with a blade pointing upward under his right eye.

The moment he saw him, Luagarne felt a particularly ominous feeling.

‘It’s true.’

If you fight only yourself and the Western warriors, that’s how it will be.

Although he is usually dull, when he enters battle, Prock’s fighting sense becomes extremely sharp.

So, from her perspective, this must be the answer.

But then what?

What is in front of you is social.

Socializing is the enemy.

So, all I had to do was kill him.

The proposition that we must fight, whether we win or not, remains unchanged.

Her anger is justified, as there is a murderer before her.

Gulp.

Half happy, half angry.

Luagarne puffed out her cheeks.

Also, honestly, I didn’t think I would lose.

Because all of his expectations were limited to the power outside of Encred’s specifications.

* * *

‘Is all I’ve prepared just a giant?’

The one who was rendered speechless by the consecutively flying blades was an apostle of the Demonic Cult.

‘I split the West and created the giants. Do you know how many other seeds I have sown? I have been preparing for years. How can you stop it?’

It was here that the seed of a religious order would sprout.

To be exact, I was thinking of summoning demons and creating something similar to a magic mirror.

For that purpose, he planned to gather the Westerners in one place and kill them.

Their blood and flesh, their fears, their despair and frustration, even their feeble hopes.

All of that will be the material to create something similar to a demonic realm on this land.

The apostle wanted to create a new magic realm here.

The sword’s blade blocks the mouth. The magic power cannot flow to the place where it should. Even when trying to make a water seal, it was also blocked.

‘This guy.’

I also got angry without realizing it.

The apostle decided that hasty anger would not help.

So, to calm my anger, I started praying in my heart.

‘Our god sleeps in the devil’s court.’

I will awaken him and make him rule over this land.

Punish all fools.

All who claim to be king will be hanged.

I will split the hearts of those who blaspheme the one and only God who is asleep in the devil’s realm with their false beliefs.

All die and be reborn.

Thus the world will respond to the call of the true God.

Meanwhile, the clan of fortune tellers joined the battle, and two warriors with hidden weapons began to approach me.

Those two will stop the guy who keeps swinging his sword at my mouth and hands.

After tying up that bastard’s whole body, I will make him kneel, and then I will speak.

Why use that power to go down the wrong path?

Stand by, feel true joy and praise the God of the Magic Realm.

If you don’t like it, I will let you die and be reborn to stand next to the apostle.

I will make it so, regardless of your will.

That is my duty, that is the way for my God.

There were so many things he wanted to say that were tangled up inside the apostle. The apostle was a man of many words to begin with.

But as soon as I tried to say something, a blade flew at me.

If the blade hadn’t been slashed by a fluid spell that passed through physical impact, he would have died long ago, but he was okay for now.

Of course, it was frustrating because I couldn’t properly manifest the world of order in a fluid state.

But still, wouldn’t there be a chance to vent? It seemed like it could be done.

The apostle, thirsty for gossip, resorted to a trick.

Anyway, all I had to do was convey my thoughts.

But if you can convey your intentions, if you can send out your voice, can’t you also spit out your prepared spells?

That seemed like it could work too.

The apostle opened up a gap by a trick.

* * *

“this!”

“bloke!”

“my!”

“word!”

“second!”

“field!”

“uh!”

“la!”

You’re talented too.

Since he was unable to speak, he spoke one letter at a time. Encred would occasionally strike the wizard with a single Aker, except for the occasional spark.

Even with that alone, the interest was not able to recite the order or do any finger tricks.

“If you block the spell and block the seal, you will have to use the spell with will, but that is not something that any wizard can do easily. So just cut off the snout and fingers.”

Esther’s teachings were excellent.

Encrid did just that.

The opponent still couldn’t use proper magic.

But how long will this go on?

Will the interest go down just because you work three days and three nights without resting?

I don’t know.

As I blocked the opponent’s snout, he kept trying to communicate with his eyes.

He kept rolling his eyes as he spat out each word. At that level, it seemed like he could cast a spell with just his eyes.

If Audin got a taste of the food, he would probably have eyes like that.

‘Is this an insult to Audin?’

Then cancel.

The blade cut through the opponent’s body. It was like cutting through the air. There was no feeling of it in my hand. It was like cutting through smoke.

Still, Encrid did not stop.

“all!”

“city!”

“womb!”

After a few more stabs, the opponent’s intentions changed.

Instead of just listening to the nonsense, this time I did something different. It was a spell. The movement of magic was caught in the realm of the sixth sense.

Even if you block with a knife, you can still chant the spell by spitting out each letter.

What kind of people are the apostles of the Magical Church?

These people were also known as geniuses.

The apostle moved his magic, taking into account that Encrid’s sword slash blocked his spell.

There was no need for a long order, since it was already prepared here.

“uh!”

“me!”

“la!”

Be born again.

It was a six-letter spell.

The sacrifice buried underground responded to the apostle’s order.

Thanks to Rem and Dunbakel, the number of giants was noticeably reduced.

But at the words of the man who kept changing his body into a blur, the dead giant rose again.

Grow up!

The burst flesh reattached itself, and a head grew back over the severed neck.

The flesh clumped together and rose upward to form eyeballs, a nose, a mouth, and ears.

It was a bizarre sight. It was a sight that made me sick just to look at.

The giant, still with his hazy eyes, moved again, just as he had before he died.

What is this?

It’s a regenerative power that even trolls and frogs can’t imitate.

“me!”

“and!”

“la!”

The opponent, the wizard, also recited the summoning ritual.

Then, a red rooster’s crest appeared before Encred’s eyes.

That’s a crest bigger than the head of an average adult.

Beneath it, a chicken’s head and a body with feathers like steel were visible, and yellow feet and sharp claws seemed ready to tear apart a human body in an instant. Finally, a snake’s tail swept across the ground with a whoosh.

Encred recalled the scene he had seen earlier.

A red magic circle appeared on the floor, and a rooster’s comb rose from under the magic circle, and a monster flew up.

It was a cockatrice, a monster that shot petrifying rays from its eyes.

As soon as the monster appeared, it was planning to shoot a petrifying ray, peck with its beak, and scratch with its poisoned claws.

First, you can peck at the human in front of you with your beak and taste its flesh.

The cockatrice’s neck muscles were about to move. Before it could even bend its head, a ray of light flew in and cut off the monster’s neck.

In some ways, it looked like he was asking for his neck to be cut off.

Of course, the monster has no such intentions. It’s just a spectacle created by the difference in speed.

Crunch!

Thud, the head shoots up into the sky. The light in the cockatrice’s eyes dims.

The summoned monster died without even making a single sound, let alone being hit by a petrifying ray.

But thanks to that, my master got a short break.

“Chains of the Gulag!”

The apostle released his fluidity and chanted the spell without hesitation.

Green chains emerged from Encred’s feet, wrapping around his calves and forearms.

It just wrapped around my calves and arms.

‘You’re just going to cut down a liquefied opponent? You’re so ignorant.’

At that moment, Encred heard something that sounded like an auditory hallucination.

And I ignored the chains and the hallucinations.

What is will?

It is the desire to do so.

Encrid expressed his intention to go further.

It didn’t matter whether the chains were tightening or the auditory hallucinations were happening.

Boom, boom!

The chain burst apart, unable to withstand the force. The thigh muscles were trained over and over again. Encred broke the spell with his strength.

If Audin had seen it, he would have prayed out loud while looking for his father.

“this guy!”

The apostle, who had just released his fluid and was preparing another spell, shouted. He was very surprised.

Why wouldn’t you be surprised? What kind of kid can break a spell with brute force?

The half-blood fairy and half-blood giant he had taken as his subordinates rushed forward in surprise.

They both intended to capture Encred. They did manage to grab Encred’s feet.

Just half a breath.

Encred moved both arms simultaneously as he looked at the two blocking his way.

Split the single tempo in half. Swing the sword in half tempo, slashing and stabbing in sync.

Boom, bang! Boom!

The fairy half-blood had a knack for hiding her two daggers and then stabbing them.

It was a magical dexterity. His hands were that fast.

This is why the fairy half-blood was able to react to the sword strike of crossing two daggers.

The decision was good. It was too late to avoid it.

The fairy crossed her two daggers and braced her forearms.

The heavy blade forced the dagger down, splitting the fairy’s head in half and coming out.

There was a loud bang and the sound of my head splitting open.

A shockwave of incredible force occurred, causing the fairy’s cervical vertebrae to sink.

At the same time, a hole appeared in the half-blood giant’s face.

Of course, it was Encred’s handiwork. He struck down Aker and stabbed him with the spark in his left hand.

He simultaneously performed two sword strikes at half tempo. The technique he had recently mastered after practicing dozens of times exploded.

It was a modified form of the two-handed swordsmanship that originally involved blocking with Aker and stabbing with Sparks.

The giant half-blood took up a mace and, raising it and swinging it down, died with blood streaming down his face.

Even though he was dead, the hammer moved due to inertia.

thud.

The hammer struck the ground in vain.

Meanwhile, Encred swung his sword at the wizard’s shield that had been dispelled.

It was a series of attacks that left no room to breathe.

Hook, snap!

A single slash of the sword cracked the barrier.

The apostle’s pupils began to tremble when he saw that.

‘What is this kid?’

Why do you fight so well?

A question arises. The apostle feels a momentary fear of death as he ponders the question.

No matter what I did, ominous thoughts of death would invade my mind.