Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 487

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Encred immediately turned towards the black warrior.

Although the giants were twisting their bodies around as if they were awakening.

‘I think it’ll be okay.’

There was Rem, there was Dunbaker, and above all, the female Rem fought well.

So this is where it starts. My intuition told me so.

“Coming!”

One of the cannibals shouted at Encred. His voice was filled with fear. Why not, when the author who had led them so far had now fallen with his head and neck severed.

Encred’s eyes caught sight of the cannibal’s black teeth, but he left them alone.

The situation, the battle, everything seeped into my head, and I felt clear about what was the priority.

Prioritize in the realm of senses. It is the sense of battle that was awakened while dealing with Azpen.

Beyond strategy and tactics, I was able to know what to do just by feeling.

The cannibal group’s eyes grew increasingly fearful as they saw Encred rushing towards them. Some of them even had their pupils shaking and their hands shaking.

How do you survive against such a monster?

In fact, they didn’t even need to worry.

When I’m dead, even worries like this will be a luxury.

There were a few bruises on Luagarne’s armor, but no major injuries.

Instead, he had a long piece of iron stuck in his stomach. It was the broken spear thrown by the cannibal, leaving only the blade and the shaft a hand’s length away.

Instead, the black warrior on the other side lost one of his hairs. It was burnt and dull. It must have been the power of the flame whip.

The fight was even, but behind the black warrior was a group of cannibals who had turned to the cult, and behind Luagarne was a westerner.

Is it dangerous? It was.

Not anymore, though.

A blurry shadow appeared behind the black warrior’s back.

Of course it was Encred. Encred swung his sword in time with the speed of his movement.

A silver blade cut off the dead warrior’s neck.

Fit.

The soot dissipated, but the neck quickly came back together.

It was a body that was immune to impact unless it was something magical.

It didn’t matter. Aker was a magic sword.

It could also hit the Black Warrior, but it wasn’t a magic sword good enough to kill in one hit.

If not, I’ve been feeling this way lately, but I’ve also been feeling like my sword is losing some of its vitality.

But it still didn’t matter.

Because it was still usable.

A single slash of the sword lightened the bastard’s soot, but it did not kill him.

‘He’s not dead.’

If I cut off the neck, is there no point?

Then what should we do?

The soot seems to be fading, so should I keep drawing it?

His thoughts were short and his actions were quick.

Encred swung Aker around like a tree branch. The fast-moving blades sliced ​​through the creature’s body repeatedly.

The black warrior stretched out his spear in protest, but it was useless.

Encred moved his feet to change position, causing his spear to pierce the air and he struck three more times.

After doing this a total of nineteen times, the soot-filled warrior of death began to disperse.

Originally, it was something that required magical tools or sorcery.

For that reason, Geomna-rae was about to call her wolf back, even if it meant going to great lengths.

But that was no longer necessary.

Geomna-rae thought again as she watched the summons scattering in the high-speed slash.

‘Do I really have to do the sparring?’

The Death Warrior dispersed into the air like the smoke from Hira’s cigarette. It disappeared like black smoke billowing through the sunlight.

The enemy who had posed a dizzying danger to Luagarne collapsed without even being able to properly fight back. The difference in their power was clear.

“Run away!”

“Sand Ghost!”

The cannibals who saw that scattered in all directions, casting spells and moving their feet.

When Luagarne saw that, she shouted and started running.

“I won’t miss a single one.”

Encrid didn’t bother to chase after it and just left it alone.

The cannibals ran away, taking out strange things like amulets and weapons, but they seemed to be no match for Luagarne.

The sand shot up with a whoosh at the amulet thrown by the cannibal, forming a human-shaped figure, but when Ruagarne’s flaming whip struck it, it burned black and collapsed.

It wasn’t just Luagarne who stepped forward.

There were more than five western warriors who saw the fleeing ones and threw obsidian javelins with their javelins or intercepted them with their slings.

Geomna-rae just threw down the axe.

Hooooooooooo!

The flying hatchet hit the back of the fleeing cannibal.

As soon as the bastard fell forward with a thud, Prock’s foot stepped on his head.

simplicity and honesty.

The skull cracks, the eyes pop out and roll on the floor. Death.

Luagarne also chased after the other guys.

Although the spell was a variable, the next one, whether it was the sand ghost or something, was blocked by Geomnaera.

It was a feat that prevented the spell from being cast, but of course Encred couldn’t have known about it.

It just felt okay.

The threat is gone.

Even if you fight them, the worthless ones will run away, so of course they won’t feel like a threat.

“Enki, not here.”

Geomna-rae said as she saw Encrid like that.

Encred nodded and turned around.

The battle would not end until the apostle’s last struggle was resolved.

“You want to die twice? Yeah, okay. Die.”

At that moment, Rem’s scream was heard.

It didn’t matter that the dead had come back to life, or that there were more than a dozen threatening giants.

Encred saw Rem going crazy.

He strikes the giant’s club with his left axe and cuts off his wrist with his right axe.

A tremendous force lifted the giant’s club-wielding hand into the air.

Next to the wrist is the neck. The axe blade, rising upwards as it steps on the giant’s instep, passes under the giant’s chin, near the cartilage.

With a snap, a new mouth appeared on the giant’s neck and blood gushed out.

The turban wrapped around Rem’s arm became damp. It was soaked in blood. Drops of blood splattered everywhere, and Ayul followed them.

“Kill them all!”

She also shouted, swinging her axe.

I had a rough idea of ​​what he had done.

This is the technique that the twins showed.

Her entire body was covered in a blue aura, and thanks to that, her swings with the axe were faster and more concise than anything I’d seen before.

Regardless of gender, just a sturdy build and a heavy axe for a devastating strike.

The two facts came together in harmony and struck the shin of one of the giants, causing black blood to flow out from between the split shins instead of purple blood.

With one swing of the axe, his bones were broken and half-cut, and the giant stumbled as if he could not support his own weight.

As the other giant nearby swung his fist, Ayul blocked the blow with one hand.

puck!

He didn’t let it go, he grabbed it. It was an incredible force. It was the kind of strength that would suit Audyn in an arm wrestling match.

“The spirit of the bear is with you.”

Ayul muttered, knocked aside the giant’s fist he was holding, and swung his axe.

A heavy, large battle axe with a blade twice as large as a normal axe fell vertically and struck the giant’s instep.

Bang.

The bone broke and blood spurted out. Black blood spurted onto her face, and the corners of Ayul’s lips rose. It was a smile. She was smiling. She looked happy.

It was clear that it was a female Rem.

Anyway, the couple fought quite a bit as a pair.

Next to it, Dunbakel is also running wild.

“Why are you coming back to life and causing trouble?”

She wasted time with hit-and-run tactics.

A westerner threw a javelin behind her.

Even though Dunbakel seemed to have no problem getting his own body out, there were still quite a few giants.

But here too, something unexpected happened.

Pew Pew Book.

On one side, a few small, Western-looking men were shooting things like blowguns and swinging some sort of hook.

The giants who were hit there were screaming and bleeding from their eyes and noses.

Even if you don’t collapse right away, it’s a process where your fighting power is halved.

It was a spell. It was the hand of a small tribe that Rem had called.

Judging by their appearance, they were probably allies, so Encred also avoided them and joined the fight.

That’s right!

The giant suddenly approached, swinging his hands and feet like a windmill. Encred struck the giant with his club and feet, and struck it with an upper thrust, making a hole in its head.

A stream of blood flowed out from the blade that had been pulled out with a sharp force.

I briefly looked at the dead giant, and it only twitched and did not rise again.

Is it not going to come back to life again?

Many westerners were surprised by the sudden awakening of the giants and their loud noises, but they were no longer surprised.

That’s okay.

When Encred personally confronted them, he found that they were far superior to the two giants he had previously confronted.

Originally, they were a group of death giant warriors that had to be completed by an apostle and necromancer who would summon and give them ghost armor, bone swords, etc., but the necromancer is dead.

So it was half-baked.

The chieftain who was watching the battle shed tears one after another. It seemed that something had gone wrong in the middle, but it didn’t.

Most of those who went forward as a vanguard with large wings were prepared to die.

I stand here with the mindset that I would die.

Still, I will fight. For what?

For the West, for freedom, for survival.

But there were no dead people.

The last of the Apostles’ curses, Encred, Rem, and Suin’s swords, were slain.

The poison quickly seeped into the giant and bound his feet.

The hands of the tribesmen who had been throwing spears from afar stopped.

Because all the giants are dead.

There were no more people to stab.

Minor tribes disappeared faster than they joined the battle.

He retreated to the side of the valley, showed his palm, and then ran away.

There were those who thought that mixing words itself was problematic.

Most Westerners left it alone because they respected their culture.

The fight that started at sunrise ended before noon, but no one felt in vain.

Also, no one thought it was easy because it ended easier than expected.

I just felt like I could live my life again.

I just recognized that the threat had been eliminated.

It hadn’t even properly touched my skin yet.

But it was clear that they had won.

Under the warm sunlight, Encrid felt the cool breeze from the west.

Purple blood flowed like a river. There was also a foul smell. There were also many corpses.

But the westerners, including the chieftain, did not see anything like that.

All that can be seen is the two people who started and ended this fight talking.

Who are these two? The prodigal son and the stranger he brought with him.

While Encred was enjoying the breeze with Aker hanging down, Rem approached.

Encred spoke first, understanding Rem’s feelings.

“You don’t have to bow your head to say thank you.”

“… … What did I say?”

Rem tilted her head.

Fortunately, their conversation was not too far away to be heard.

Thanks to this, the emotions of those watching were not easily broken.

Ayulman approaches and looks at Encrid, wondering if the author is a little crazy.

Still, I kept my mouth shut because he was my benefactor.

If I were to argue now, I’d be seen as an ignorant fool who doesn’t know gratitude. I wouldn’t have anything to say even if I was treated like a stray cat.

“Okay, thank you. I will do better in the future.”

Encred speaks again.

“Are you okay? I think you’re hallucinating. I think you might need some medical attention.”

Rem answered immediately.

It seemed like a series of crazy words to Ayul, but it wasn’t bad to watch.

It seemed like it showed how these two usually spent their days.

I wonder what my husband has been doing since he left me.

The sight of Encred and Rem was a time of Rem that Ayul had not seen.

It just felt good to see that.

The two fought, won, and enjoyed lame jokes.

“Well, let’s have a drink of the best liquor in the West.”

Rem expressed her gratitude in a Rem-like manner.

Encred nodded nonchalantly.

It was nothing special.

If I were to consider what I received from Rem so far, it was really nothing special.

The fight is over.

The crisis in the West is over.

* * *

Collect, bury, and dispose of the body.

The visit to the Holy Land had to be postponed until later.

I heard that the eldest sorcerer is still in trouble because he hasn’t woken up yet.

I thought so.

In the meantime, various things happened.

“I will carve your name into the cliff.”

There was someone who started praising him.

Did you call yourself a Maru clan?

The time to honor the dead was short. Death was not the end for them. Culture was.

While I was training, all kinds of people approached me.

“Have a drink.”

There was an old man who offered me a drink.

“Well, my mother is against going to the continent. I need a place to hide out before I leave, sir.”

Ziva was still dreaming.

After the fight, Dunbakel was lost in thought, staring into space or dozing off.

Luagarne also got along well with the Western crowd.

As I asked about this and that and explored the ecology and culture of the West, it seemed to happen naturally.

“I can’t call you a true warrior, in our land warrior has a different meaning. But I would like to call you an honorary warrior.”

Lights, bonfires, and a gathering of Westerners.

Those who had been talking loudly suddenly shut their mouths.

These are the words spoken by the chieftain, turning his back on the large bonfire he had lit.

Everyone’s attention was focused on his one word. Encrid just stood there calmly.

It was the night after the battle. The excitement and some of the emotions had yet to fade.

“Stranger, I speak for all Westerners: From now on, you are our friend.”

As he spoke, the chieftain bowed his forehead to the floor.

Rem told me what that posture meant.

Didn’t you say that if you told me to get naked and come to your room tonight, I would come without a word?

That old man?

It was terrifying just to think about it.

“It was nothing.”

So I politely declined.

Behind the chieftain, everyone, including Ayul, stood in the same position with their foreheads on the ground.

It’s nothing compared to what Rem did for me.

But to them, it is more precious than anything else.

The things that made life possible.

The work that preserved the soul of the West, the work that allowed them to continue living.

“I’m just saying thank you.”

Rem said, giggling as if she had read Encred’s thoughts. Rem was sitting on the other side.

Encred said once more.

“It was really nothing.”

I was serious. I thought it was nothing compared to what Rem had done for me.

The heart of the beast was the beginning. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t be where I am today.

So is this all luck? A gift of chance? Just a whim of the goddess of fortune?

Of course not.

Because luck comes to those who are prepared.

It wasn’t that Encred denied his own efforts.

However, what I was thankful for was something I was thankful for.

So, this is no big deal. It is to you.

But I also knew that that wasn’t the case for them.

The chieftain stood up and spoke without even wiping the dust off his knees.

“Eat and drink.”

With the chief’s permission, everyone did so. Something like a festival was held.

“For the soul of the west.”

“For the bear and the thunder.”

“Thank you for granting my wish!”

“Dawn bird, let the sun rise.”

Everyone was drinking and eating meat, chattering away at all sorts of things.

We enjoyed the festival for two days. Encred also joined us.

I drank a lot of goat’s milk wine, sheep’s milk wine, and cow’s milk wine, but I didn’t get drunk.

After drinking like that and sweating profusely the next day, it seemed like all traces of the alcohol I had the night before had disappeared.

It was a clear and moderately dry morning.

And the eldest sorcerer, the author, woke up.

What did he say, that he was the sorcerer that Rem needed to find her spell?