Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 492

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“Father, I will take revenge on you.”

The man, once the tribe’s genius shaman, cut off his own finger and placed a curse on his body, preparing to kill only one person.

Since the normal method doesn’t work, I’ll resort to shortcuts and rely on luck.

The man made up his mind.

* * *

After taking a picture of the silence of the demon world and heading a little further south, I turned around and saw some grasslands here and there. And there were just as many demons.

In the West, there were two inviolable zones: the Silence of the Demon Realm, and the River of Sand from which there was no return.

The grassland you see now is a place where people can play thanks to the magic of silence. Of course, the fact that there are many monsters now won’t be a problem for the group.

It was still just a picnic for them.

Even if a ghoul that fights like a knight appears, it would be possible to kill it without losing a single limb. With Rem’s help, the current Encred would be able to do it.

Gwoooo.

When the ghoul comes out.

“Okay.”

Dunbakel jumps out and fights.

If I happened to see a place where a certain number of monsters seemed to be gathered, I would change course and move in that direction.

“Let’s relax.”

At times like that, Encred would step forward. Rem would just watch blankly.

‘It’s grown a lot.’

There is no hesitation in the steps he takes, and there is no forgiveness in the sword he strikes down.

The rushing Ratman stabbed him with a stick he had picked up somewhere. Encred dodged without even looking and cut off his neck with the Aker he was holding in one hand.

Squeak.

The monster’s tough flesh was cut off in an instant, and its head flew into the air.

Behind the one spraying black blood, another ratman collapsed with a hole in his forehead.

This is a sight created by the sparks that were pulled out without anyone noticing.

A blurry afterimage appeared in front of the Ratman with a hole in his head.

It was a mirage created by Encred’s body moving at high speed. Encred had already moved to another place and was swinging his sword.

The bold and refreshing swordsmanship continued.

Slashing, stabbing, and kicking vertically. All movements were done in one breath. Three movements in a single tempo.

That wasn’t easy either, but I’m getting better at it now.

Six more were killed before the first beheaded ratman fell to the ground. Then a snake-like thing rose from the ground.

I had a feeling that the ground beneath my feet was ticklish for a while, and then a sand snake popped out.

The big ones are the ones that make sand dunes in the desert, but there was no way that one that big would come out in this area.

So, although it was small, its tail was still as thick as the thigh of an average adult male, and it was trying to pierce the ground and wrap around Encred’s ankle.

Encred dodged forward to avoid the tail, but before his feet could even touch the ground, he was balanced in the air and pierced the flat ground with his sparks.

It was exactly where the sand snake’s head would be.

‘How do you know your weaknesses?’

Rem thought to himself. The sand snakes fought with their heads hidden, and that was their weak point. Encred caught it in one breath and killed it.

Intuition? I guess so.

From a hunter’s perspective, sand snakes have a habit of hiding their weaknesses.

So I just pulled out the tail and attacked.

It’s easy if you know it, but difficult if you don’t.

But Encrid was reckless, even though he didn’t know.

I hate to admit it, but it was all thanks to the talents of a sneaky cat.

Rem’s insight was accurate.

Even with his eyes closed, Encred seemed to know the enemy’s location.

The sensory arts made me aware of everything much more keenly than before.

Fighting giants, killing wizards, and even sparring with Rem again.

I’ve recently noticed that even though I’m training the same way as before, I feel like I’m changing every day. Should I say that I can clearly feel the level of growth?

‘The sword extends very well.’

If I had to explain, my physical condition was always the best.

I can breathe well, stretch my arms, and move around naturally, so the next movement comes to mind.

When Ratman tried to stab with his claws, there were dozens of attack lines, including blocking it, cutting it, dodging it and stabbing it, splitting it before it could even get close, or even kicking it.

Encrid simply chose one of them and moved.

Then the predicted result came out.

The same thing happened with the sand snake. As soon as the tail came out, I had a rough idea of ​​where the body was hiding, so I stabbed it as a test, and black blood gushed out from the hole where I had stabbed it with a spark.

After killing a group of monsters, he returned, but all that was left on Encred’s body were a few drops of black blood.

I wasn’t even out of breath. If someone saw me, they would think I was just out for a walk with light steps.

What is that splashed on your body?

Huh? I don’t know? What popped out?

He came back healthy enough that this kind of conversation could have taken place.

Even though I just killed more than ten monsters, including the Ratman.

“This is fu*king crazy.”

Rem said with a laugh for no reason.

When I got back, I thought I had to find the spell quickly, even if it meant stuffing herbs into the eldest sorcerer’s mouth.

Dunbakel’s gaze was a bit strange. He seemed lost in thought as he looked at Encrid. Luagarne simply nodded.

“When you have fun, you forget your limits.”

She seemed to have come to her own conclusion.

Anyway, the group kept moving.

Except when they were fighting, they mostly talked. When Joo-ol was absorbed in cooking, A-yul would tell him interesting stories.

“Sometimes, a group of hunters from the continent settles in the north of the West. In the wastelands near the desert.”

“You said I can’t come out once I go in?”

It’s a story about a stranger living near the desert.

“So just stay on the outskirts.”

“Greed breeds anger. If you crawl into the desert, you might come out as a skeletal soldier, but it’s quite a distance from here.”

Rem intervened from the side.

Joo-ol also knew this story, so he said it while frying barley, oats, and thinly sliced ​​salted meat in oil in a large pot.

“The hunters come because of the jewel-tailed lizards and the jewel-eared foxes. Sometimes they come out to the edge of the desert, so they wait for them to come and catch them.”

It was an animal I had never heard of before. There were many unique animals living in the West, and what Juol had said was one of them.

If you listen to the story, it’s said to be an animal with jewels on its body.

A lizard has it on its tail, a fox has it on its earlobes.

They were said to live in the desert because they eat sand to begin with.

They say that even though they don’t die when they touch water, they all have hydrophobia.

They were quite ferocious, but even if you failed to hunt them, they would run away after you just sprayed them with water from a water bottle.

If you try and catch it, you’ll get a few gems, and if you fail, your life is rarely in danger.

So what do you need?

“It’s about keeping the line, the line. It’s about not going any further inside and waiting earnestly.”

“You have to be lucky. You won’t always meet them if you wait.”

“What is luck? Understanding habits comes first.”

The words spoken in that order were slightly different: Rem, Juol, and Ayul.

Still, I think I got the general idea.

It takes a smart and prepared hunter with patience to catch it.

There is an element of luck involved there.

So how many of the good hunters who come all the way west to hunt jewel-tailed lizards or jewel-eared foxes are there?

Criminals, fugitives, deserters, and those in debt to gambling.

Anyway, it seems like a variety of people are rushing to hunt him.

So naturally, stupid guys would pop up from time to time.

Ju-ol said that once, a group of mercenaries that had come to catch foxes turned back and came all the way to the west to attack a tribe.

Cheeeeeeek.

Joo-ol shook the pot up and down. The moderately cooked salted meat and grains bounced up and down in a soft curve and then back into the road. The movement caused a fragrant and savory smell to spread around.

Encred, like a great listener, inserted pauses between Jool’s movements.

“So what happened? It killed the smell.”

“You can look forward to it. It’s a specialty of the West, stir-fried barley. What’s going on? They ran away when I killed them halfway. The rest must have become food for some monster.”

Sometimes, really, really rarely, there are sane people who wait patiently and return with the jewels, but it doesn’t seem easy. And the jewels they get that way aren’t worth a fortune that can change your life.

‘If Christ hears, will he immediately organize a squadron of hunters and come in?’

I don’t think that’ll happen. Christ hates leaving things to chance.

If you still want to catch a jewel animal, you should first figure out its habits, find a way to do it, and then move while eliminating the element of luck as much as possible.

What if it were Encred himself?

I won’t catch it. Crona can earn money in other ways.

It was just a story to kill time.

Profit.

Steam rose from the pot. The Western specialty, stir-fried barley, was ready.

It is a dish made with wild barley and oats, as well as various dried vegetables. It is seasoned with finely chopped salted meat, and it is very delicious.

I put a mouthful in my mouth and the barley bounced between my teeth and moved around. When I grabbed it and chewed it, the rich flavor spread throughout my mouth, and the herbal flavor and saltiness created an amazing harmony.

Encrid raised his thumb without realizing it.

“This is great praise.”

Joo-ol had a satisfied smile on his face.

The group returned to the tribe after clearing out some monsters.

“Are you back?”

The chieftain was the first to welcome the group.

After returning like that and starting my life as usual, two days later Rem came to me and said.

“I’ll be back soon. Be safe and don’t cause any trouble.”

“I’ve heard that a lot from you in my life.”

“It’ll be fun when you come back.”

Rem said with a smile and turned around.

What is witchcraft? I don’t know exactly. But one thing is certain.

Ragnar was the first to reach the realm of knighthood, but Rem will likely have similar skills.

“They said if I make a mistake I’ll die?”

The higher your talent, the higher your chance of dying. I’ve heard that’s what witchcraft is.

That was what Ayul had said. When he asked Rem on his back, Rem just turned his head and asked back.

“Do you think I’m going to die?”

“no.”

The answer came immediately.

Rem chuckled at that answer and left. Encred also chuckled and continued what he was doing. That is, swinging his sword, moving his body, and occasionally sparring.

“Aren’t you bored?”

One of the twins asked from the side.

One of the two is unconscious.

I wondered if, since the two of them take turns speaking one sentence, if one of them faints, they would only be able to say half the words, but that didn’t seem to be the case.

Encred asked back at the twins’ question.

“what?”

“I mean training.”

“Why is this boring?”

It was a person they couldn’t communicate with. The twins kept their mouths shut.

Encred let the twins’ questions go in one ear and out the other, savoring the anticipation.

Just as he had learned something from Ragnar, he could learn something from Rem. That made Encred’s heart beat.

Ayul came in the middle and said that it would take about two weeks for Rem to come out. Encred didn’t think it would take that long.

Meanwhile, the runaway tribe of soothsayers were captured, and a young sorcerer rescued a poor cripple from his tribe.

He was said to be a man that cannibals used to bring around as food.

His face was covered in pockmarks, his left hand was completely cut off except for the thumb, and his speech was slurred.

It’s not like he had any outstanding magical talent, but he was very devoted to caring for the sick.

It seemed that his own body was not normal, but that he understood other people’s pain well.

The crippled man, who had to share a barracks with Encrid to care for those still under the curse of Boramain, always crawled on the ground, making strange noises to indicate his presence.

Swish, swish, swish.

It was the sound of someone crawling on the floor with both arms on their sides.

It was the fifth day since Rem left for the Holy Land. Encred woke up at dawn and was practicing the technique of isolation. It was a day when he woke up earlier than usual. It was so early that neither Luagarne nor Dunbakel woke up, so he was alone.

Encrid moved his body, lost in thought.

‘If the curse is useless, does that mean my body is immune to magic?’

So, can we let our guard down when dealing with a sorcerer? Probably not. But curses don’t work. We knew that. That gave Encred a little bit of an opening.

“You said the curse didn’t work on you.”

The hunchback said.

Although he hadn’t noticed, Encred noticed that his friend’s speech had changed. There was no awkwardness.

Encred had an Aker on his waist and was wearing armor. He was well-armed. Why was he armed? There was no particular reason.

Training can be done naked, but today I just did it like this.

This was the thought that occurred to me this morning.

Comfort is a compromise, and consistent training and repetition are what ultimately give you the strength to move forward into tomorrow.

That was done simply because we concluded that it included checking the weapons.

He also had a bow on his belt that he had received as a gift and had not yet been able to use properly, so he couldn’t just carry it around.

That was bad luck for the opponent.

It’s a problem even if you’re not armed, but you’re wearing armor too.

Encred saw dozens of attack lines and knew that the discomfort in their opponent’s body was real.

There, the opponent was within the range of my sword. If I wanted to, I could cut him without even having to take a breath.

“The curse doesn’t work, you’re my natural enemy.”

He spoke again. When I looked him in the eye, I knew who he was. I had only passed by briefly, but the impression he had left was that of the man who had swung the last dagger after killing the apostle.

That was him.

Who did you say was from the fortune teller tribe?

Oh, you said he was the most talented guy since Rem?

Geomna-rae said it was a very unfortunate thing, and Hira said it was the greatest misfortune of the fortune-teller tribe.

A young Westerner, perhaps even more gifted than Rem, a genius sorcerer.

He had oily hair and boogers in his eyes because he couldn’t feel it properly, and it seemed like he had left one of his front teeth somewhere.

Did he lose his leg because of the dagger he threw? Did he just cut it off since he couldn’t move anyway?

It seemed so.

His appearance was beyond words.

He laughed. Instead of joy, there was a hint of madness. A madness filled with hatred. It was as if someone had poured boiling water into his eyes. Bubbling, steam made of hatred rose into his eyes.

The way he spoke was also like that. It was full of the pain of a person’s intestines being torn apart.

“Did you think that if the curse didn’t work, there was no other way?”

He continued with a fake laugh that masked his pain.

“This is a secret technique that I created by pouring my whole soul and future into it.”

Why am I remembering the time I got attacked by a fairy assassin while I was in the Border Guard?

That dagger that came in while I wasn’t letting my guard down was similar to that.

“I offer up the past, present and future.”

The bastard opened his mouth and reached out. Something like thread emerged from his fingertips and touched his body. It was neither a threat nor a threat, so it was okay to ignore it, but Encred reflexively threw away his sword.

The sword extended out in the time it took for him to exhale as he had intended, and split his opponent’s head.

Snap.

The guy who stretched out his hand had his head split open vertically in that position. I thought I could see blood, brain fluid, and a severed skull flowing out, and then everything before my eyes turned black.

But as I held on without closing my eyes, the surroundings began to spin around. The world, the sky and the earth, were turned upside down.

I felt like I was floating. It was the first time something like that had happened to me other than when I got hit and was blown away.

At the end of the feeling of floating, light burst out in front of my eyes like scattering and I had no choice but to close my eyes.

The first thing I felt was the hot heat.

The sunlight of the city of Oara is so hot that it feels like it’s roasting your flesh, different from the warm sunlight of the west.

When I opened my eyes, the world was yellow. The sky was high and there was only sand around me.

The only thing unusual is that there are three corpses kneeling in three directions around him, completely desiccated.

I could tell without even looking. There was no life in it. It was already dead.

Encred’s strength was his ability to quickly grasp the situation.

Let’s think about the situation, how did this happen?

One thing was certain.

That’s another thing I learned from this.

The point is, never let your guard down at any moment.

It was said that even if you were to wear iron plate armor, it would still be pierced by a sharp dagger.

It seemed like that was the situation for him.

I looked around. There was nothing to see but sand. Curved sand, mound-like sand, sand with rising ripples. Only one thing came to mind.

Wasn’t it called the river of sand from which there is no return?

It was the enemy’s last resort.

It was not a curse, but a secret technique, accomplished by a genius sorcerer who gave up his life and sacrificed the lives of his comrades.

The curse didn’t work, so he sent himself into the desert. It seemed that way, looking at the situation.