Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 493

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Why like this?

Encrid didn’t understand for a moment.

Why should you hate yourself like this?

I could see the hatred in those eyes, but I couldn’t understand it.

Why should you be filled with hatred and resentment?

It was something that Encred would not have known, but the genius sorcerer of the fortune-teller tribe called the apostle Encred had killed his father.

In the West, there was a saying that you should not live under the same sky as the one who killed your father. The genius sorcerer simply did what he had been taught since childhood.

Otherwise, maybe he just needed someone to blame since everything was ruined. If you think about it, it was just stupid.

Why do you follow the teachings of the West when you have betrayed the entire West?

Looking at it another way, it was also a reasonable action.

The young sorcerer of the clan of soothsayers was brainwashed and cornered.

He had only two choices.

Either get caught like this and die.

Or do something crazy.

He chose to do something crazy.

I put my all into this.

I sold my soul to the devil and put a curse on my body.

It didn’t matter if the soul fell into the fires of hell and walked the path of eternal suffering.

I took a gamble by putting a curse on my own body to get rid of the evil spirits, and it worked.

In the meantime, he deceived one of the shamans of the Great Na’ar tribe, and here again he was lucky. He felt sorry for his sick and legless self. Pretending to be the food of cannibals also worked.

The heavens were helping him in his work, and the sorcerer believed that this was right. All circumstances led him to this.

The genius sorcerer thought so, and this was the result of his wrong choice.

Of course, Encred didn’t know about this.

So? Does the present change? It doesn’t. I just had to accept it.

“hmm.”

Encred tried to speak for no reason. It was a yellow world. The wind seemed crisp. The heat was hot, but there was nothing around to use as a landmark.

Then what should we do?

What’s really fortunate is that Encrid wasn’t Ragnar.

Just wait until night.

Finding your way by looking at the constellations and guessing the direction is one of the things that you can do even if you are not familiar with it.

Moreover, by following the path of Grime, I was able to roughly understand the location of the desert.

‘I guess we should move southeast.’

It was roughly correct.

Encred turned his head left and right for a moment, then cast his gaze into the distance.

There was nothing but vast rivers of sand, lakes of sand, seas of sand, sand, sand.

He gave up trying to find a place to escape the scorching heat.

The desert was a fu*king place. There was nothing.

Didn’t you say there are cacti and some monsters? And that there are animals that only live in the desert?

But there was nothing.

At least that’s what Encred’s senses were telling him right now.

It was a situation where I had no choice but to endure the scorching sun that seemed to burn my skin.

Fortunately, the armor neutralized some of the heat, thanks to the monster hide. So it was bearable.

Encred didn’t know much about the desert, but he knew all too well that it would be dangerous to move clumsily when faced with an unfamiliar environment, so he walked a little to check his surroundings, then stopped and held on. Holding on was Encred’s specialty.

‘Was I letting my guard down?’

I decided to spend my spare time reflecting on what I had just learned.

It seemed like it would be quite some time before night came.

The sun was extremely hot. I couldn’t roll around like I usually do and use up my energy.

Encred sat down and took slow, deep breaths. He meditated as he waited for night to come.

* * *

In front of the corpse with its head split open stood Geomnaere, along with Luagarne and Dunbakel.

Geomna-rae frowned and said.

“It is the secret of space travel.”

Witchcraft is accomplished through a medium.

It could be a totem, an amulet, or even an offering to bring life.

If it weren’t for Encred and Rem, I would have fought like that. I would have burned my life into the medium.

He tried to burn the flame of life and fight the enemy with the might of a warrior for a moment.

I could tell because Geomna-rae had made similar preparations. The opponent was not at the level of life, but rather, he had burned everything.

‘What a crazy kid.’

I think I have a rough idea of ​​what’s going on. It’s just a guess, but I guessed at the most likely thing.

There was a man in the clan of fortune tellers who had talents comparable to Rem’s.

He must have sacrificed his soul to cast a spell. That is, he did not use a totem as a medium, but sacrificed his life and soul.

The traces of the body now told the story.

Talent, soul, sacrifice, offering. That’s what I did. If it weren’t for that, it would never have happened.

‘They put a curse on my body first and then they even put out the evil spirits.’

In order to succeed in gambling, I had to face bad luck first. Even so, it was right to fail. I had to face a backlash and just die alone.

But somehow, Encrid was blown away.

Where? I don’t know.

I guessed roughly what happened, but I couldn’t know everything.

“If it’s teleportation, where did you fly to? Even the so-called great magicians who have achieved the pinnacle of magic cannot send others flying.”

Prock says. Even if the guy with the split head came back to life and did the same thing again, he wouldn’t be able to succeed until the next time. It was just that the balance of fate was tilted a little more towards the other side.

In continental terms, it seemed that the goddess of fortune had sided with the enemy this time.

In the West, this was expressed as an additional incentive.

“It’s tilted towards the negative side.”

The black hawk speaks.

“Be precise. Human.”

Prock spoke again.

“Who is your benefactor?”

Just then, Jiba’s mother came out and blinked. I could clearly see that the atmosphere had been shattered.

This news spread throughout the tribe. It was natural. The honorable warrior who saved them disappeared.

The Westerners, anxious to spread something, gathered together. The chieftain stood in the center and shouted.

“Listen, all Westerners.”

He didn’t even swallow his saliva, his eyes sparkling. His voice was full of strength.

“Find it somehow.”

That’s what they did. They started with small traces and started to scan everything.

“It doesn’t matter how many years it takes. I will find it no matter what.”

The chief was a man who never made promises he could not keep. He was sincere. If he had no loyalty, he was not a Westerner.

* * *

Rem sat alone in the dark world, lost in thought.

How many days have passed?

I don’t know. But I knew one thing. The spell was over. During that process, all sorts of memories flashed through my head.

The sorcerers who saw Rem’s magical skills during his childhood all said that he was dangerous.

“If your body can’t keep up, it’ll explode. So take it slow, one step at a time.”

The eldest sorcerer now was the eldest sorcerer then.

Rem only half-obeyed the eldest sorcerer’s words. He did so outwardly, but did as he pleased behind his back.

Why? That was fun.

Witchcraft is fun, so why stop it?

During this time, I learned about ancestral spirits, divine spirits, and sorcery, and it was then that I first realized that I was different from other people.

“If you use necromancy, you may be bedridden for a week.”

Kangsin means to make a god reside in the body.

The medium used is a pattern tattooed on the body or a totem.

By doing so, you will become several times stronger and faster than usual. Of course, you will be able to see and hear better.

In the West, witchcraft is broadly divided into two types, one of which is the spiritism we have just mentioned.

The remaining one was Kangrim.

Descent is when a part of God stays in the present world.

The concept of God as spoken of on the continent and as spoken of in the West were very different.

If the god of the continent meant an absolute being, in the West it was said that a spirit was possessed by something that had been served for a long time.

That’s how you treat wolves, bears, and eagles.

They perform ceremonies, perform rituals, and even pray to the gods by pouring water alone and basking their foreheads on the ground to show respect.

Since this was common, everyone did it, but not Rem.

Even if I just stayed still, the spirit would come and stay. There was no major problem in accepting it into my body. To be exact, there were no side effects.

Then, as I wandered the continent and accepted different spells into my body, I was able to understand.

Oh? It hurts? There are side effects too.

This is normal. Then, can’t we use this differently? I thought it could be done. A change of perspective, experience, and intuition helped me with that.

It’s not usually crazy to take someone else’s spell into your own body, but Rem did it and even came up with a theory about it.

I told Ayul everything, and although she was scared at first, she soon understood.

I also understood why everyone, including the eldest sorcerer, was worried. Sorcery is a technique that uses power by borrowing from spirits. The object that is called a spirit could be a demon.

‘Extraterrestrial.’

It is not the right path. It is the wrong path. There have been many precedents.

Examples of people being tricked by cunning snakes and creating evil spirits.

The bigger the vessel that handles the magic, the bigger and more powerful the spirit will be able to exert its power in this world. That’s why I’m worried.

Because I have a strong mind, there is no wavering.

‘There’s no way I would do that.’

So I told him to be at ease.

To whom? He was speaking to his own axe.

It’s an axe made of iron. Even though it’s called Rem, it can’t do anything without the help of sorcery.

He used his previously created weapon of descent as a medium for his sorcery.

So there was no need to tattoo any patterns on the face.

Why do you make holes in the skin and put dye in them?

If it gets blurred or damaged, it won’t be able to do its job.

Westerners who were not skilled in sorcery often did not carve patterns on their bodies, but most sorcerers used tattoos.

I didn’t do REM because it wasn’t necessary.

In the darkness, the medium of sorcery began to appear.

The guy who had been sulking and refusing to listen to me for a while is finally starting to listen to me.

It was an axe with two blades on its head. One blade was large and the other blade was relatively small. The blade facing towards you was only about a hand’s length, but the larger one was twice as large.

It seems like it needs a whetstone, but since this axe itself is a medium for magic, it won’t break or become dull. The whetstone was just a snack that the axe likes to give.

After gathering my thoughts and refining my attitude, I opened my eyes and saw an old sorcerer right in front of me.

“… … I’m surprised, you punk.”

“Why are you surprised?”

“It’s just been six days.”

I put all of my magic into my weapon, but while I was gone, the magic power in my weapon grew.

A sorcerer who is so intimidating that he will make you dizzy just by getting close to him.

The eldest sorcerer thought it would take another ten days just to embody the increased magical powers, but Rem was different.

Since I was young, I have never felt any burden on my body, whether it be through a descent or a spirit.

Moreover, my body has become stronger than before. My skills in handling my body have improved and my vessel has become bigger.

I had also finished defining what a warrior was. I also had no idea what the difference was between a knight and a warrior. It was easy to accept sorcery again.

A knight is someone who uses both skill and will.

Warriors are those who use a combination of technology and sorcery.

To put it simply, that’s how it was.

The process of digesting the spell took about five days, three of which were spent calming the descending weapon.

The total of six days included the first day as a time to prepare the body and mind.

If we attach the word ego to weapons that have a sense of self, then descending weapons are also included in that category. Although they do not really speak, descending weapons contain emotions.

The moment I took hold of the weapon, I felt the same emotion as Ayul.

It’s a pity.

Why did you leave me?

Still young. Rem comforted the weapon like a child. There were also things I felt while completing this entire process.

It’s omnipotence.

‘If I just take one more step, I feel like I’ll be right in front of that little bastard.’

It seemed like I could split a mountain with one swing of the axe.

The sun? The wind? The lake? The land? Anything can be split apart.

Rem quickly brushed it off. It was something she already knew from her experiences with several spirits.

It’s about knowing the difference between what you can and what you can’t do.

Rem already knew the difference well.

That’s why you could fight a knight without using sorcery. If you fought with determination, you could kill him.

The enlarged vessel was capable of receiving great magical power. It was something that could have been held, but was left behind. It was only put aside for a moment.

I felt omnipotent when I put down what I had left, but so what? That was the end of it.

The eldest sorcerer’s face, which had never been wrinkled before, grew even more as he saw Rem standing up with an axe in hand.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Witchcraft is a power that requires prayer and ritual. It is not something that you can just enter and take out without any worries.

For this, the eldest sorcerer must have performed a ritual for over thirty days.

In doing so, he would have sought permission from all the spirits of nature to uphold the heavens and appease the earth, in place of Rem.

Okay, then let’s go back.

It was my turn to see the surprised face of the author whom I had invited as my captain.

“Let’s go.”

“I’m going to take a few days off.”

Rem didn’t want to wait, so he left the eldest sorcerer behind and moved first. The first news he heard upon his return was this.

“Enki has disappeared.”

It was Luagarne.

“Where did you go? Didn’t you go alone to hunt a monster?”

Rem asked back.

“no.”

“I’m not the kind of author who would get lost.”

I heard about the secret technique of teleportation. I didn’t have a weapon case to put my lowered weapon in, so I just held it in my hand.

Everyone was secretly nervous.

Rem was a friend who used to get into trouble when he didn’t like something. But his reaction was different. He said this without thinking.

“Well, I guess you’ll come back on your own.”

I wasn’t the kind of person who would run away just because I was a little lost. That’s why I said that all I had to do was wait.

Everyone, including Ayul, blinked. It was an unexpected reaction.

But Rem had faith. Faith that he was not the kind of person to die over something like this.