Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 512

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Rem, Ragnar, and Saxon looked at each other and nodded. The agreement was complete.

Luagarne, crouching down in front of the three, nodded and said.

“There is no dissent.”

“As long as you don’t do anything stupid.”

Rem said as he held the whetstone against the axe blade and pushed it forward.

“Just throw it.”

Saxon continued, holding a piece of wood in his left hand and a dagger in his right. The dagger in his hand made a rustling sound as he moved it, cutting and splintering the raw wood like butter.

“Sometimes when I got lost, I would roll the dice and decide.”

Ragna added a word. The blond genius was still warming up without even sheathing his sword.

It seemed like he was planning something and waiting.

“That’s why you get lost.”

Rem reacted to Ragna’s absurd words.

“who?”

Ragnar asked calmly. Who are you, lost? I have no idea.

The tone and attitude of his words grated on Rem’s nerves.

“you.”

Ss …

The other side of the axe blade, the tip of the axe handle, was pointed at Ragnar. Rem spoke and expressed his will through the spell. It was a talent for applying invisible pressure.

Ragnar turned his hand slightly so that the blade was pointed towards Rem.

The magic of exerting pressure cut through the young will with a blade.

It was a kind of sleight of hand where you couldn’t say who won or lost.

Of course, since these two were doing it, it was more like a high-level competition than a joke, but it was only meaningful to those who could tell.

Anyone with a knack for observation would shake their heads at the childishness of the two.

“If you are jealous of the talent of a guide, diligence is the only answer.”

Ragnar said.

“… … Yeah, I thought, why did you have to go this far when you could have just killed me first?”

Rem answered without even breathing.

“If it was okay to kill, it would have ended long ago.”

Seeing the two, Saxon put down the sculpture he had made on the floor and said. The sculpture depicted two people with their heads hanging half-dead, one of them strangely resembling Rem, the other strangely resembling Ragnar.

It was a talent that would have made him a great success even if he had started out as a sculptor.

This was possible because he had trained himself to find and exploit the weaknesses of each race, and had been carving as a hobby for many years, so it was not something that could be discussed simply as talent.

As the momentum of the three went beyond being fierce and dizzying, Ruagarne struck the floor with her palm.

The bumpy palm of the frog hit the ground, making a crunching sound.

“concentration.”

The three’s momentum diminished at her words.

Unless we really intend to kill each other, it would be best to leave the game in the hands of that Prok for now.

The three of them gathered their momentum, and Luagarne, who saw them like that, nodded slightly and raised her hand over the cup on the floor.

What is the best sport to test luck in addition to skill when competing?

It was difficult to determine the superiority of the three traditional games of rock-paper-scissors.

Everyone kept changing their hands while splitting up the movements, and as I checked the changing hand shapes in real time and tried to continuously change the shape of my fingers, there was a lot of forcing and trickery.

In the end, Rem’s one word, which made a hand shape that was neither a fist, rock, nor scissors, was a fatal blow.

The thumb and index finger were extended, and the remaining three fingers were bent so that the palm was clearly visible.

“This is a special skill unique to our clan, a pair of steel scissors with a good mix of rock, scissors, and fists.”

It was forced.

“My fists will break whatever is wrapped around them.”

Ragnar said.

“Isn’t it obvious that you can cut rock with scissors?”

Saxon added, and there was no end to it.

In the end, the three went to the notary to decide the game. It was Luagarne. So they decided to play dice, and now Frock was holding the cup containing the dice.

All the way!

But things don’t always go as planned, and Frock’s slippery skin missed the cup. Only her hand came up. It was because oil was running down her hand as she watched the three of them show off their momentum.

“Oh, it’s slippery.”

You either chose the wrong notary or chose the wrong subject.

“I have free time. Really.”

Meanwhile, Christ, who had come over, took the cup instead. He used the skills he had gained from working at a gambling house when he was young. No one could stop him, and no one had the heart to stop him.

Whoever it is, shake that cup and hand over the dice.

Three pairs of fierce eyes said so.

Christ took hold of the cup and shook it violently.

Kararararak!

The dice were rolled inside a wooden cup.

The dice had six faces, the two largest ones chosen by Rem, the two middle ones by Ragnar, and the two smaller ones by Saxon.

Clink, clank.

As Christ’s hand stopped, the dice hidden in the cup stopped on the floor.

“But why do you do this?”

Remembering his childhood habit of secretly warming up the mood before opening the cup, Kreis pretended to open the cup but stopped and spoke.

“Just do it, brother. If you do, you will die.”

Then Audin’s kind advice came back.

Even without that, the three pairs of eyes looking at my hand in front of me were quite stinging.

Even if there was a robber wielding a knife right in front of me, those three pairs of eyes would feel more menacing.

Christ lifted the cup.

The number on the eyes was wrong.

“I knew Mother Bear would help.”

Rem laughed, Saxon shook his head, and Ragnar hmm glared at the dice.

Should I just break it up now and pretend it never happened? I was thinking about that.

“I think that’s enough.”

Ragnar shook off his worries at Encred’s words on one side of the training ground. If he split the dice, he would have to start over again. But he had made Encred wait too long for that.

It was yesterday that I woke up and found out that Encred had become a knight.

“Just polish it up for one day.”

Instead of suggesting that they spar, Encrid shook his head, and Audyn joined him in the process of refining.

“Hit it.”

I started a training method called striking.

Well, starting with some light punching.

Bam! And then there’s even a fist full of sincerity.

“If it’s hard, you should tell me, brother.”

Audín said, and Encrid did not stop hitting from noon until evening that day.

Audyn was drenched in sweat, and Teresa’s pupils dilated as she watched him.

‘Is it okay to get hit with that fist like that?’

It was amazing that the knight and all, whatever, were able to endure.

It was a fist that Audin took a stance and added rotational power from the ankle to the knee and waist.

Moreover, the surface of Audin’s fist was like steel. It was a hand that had become thicker and stronger through repeated training.

That in itself could be called a hammer blow.

So, Encred’s resistance now was like being hit by a powerful warrior’s hammer swinging with all his might.

Even though he was hit by that hammer, he didn’t groan even once.

Even though I was hit not once, but dozens of times.

“It’s armored.”

Luagarne, who had been watching, burst into admiration. The sound of gurgling continued.

It was a more exciting sound than when I met the rain after not being able to go to the water for a few days.

“How does that happen?”

Luagarne muttered. She wasn’t asking Encred. She was talking to herself.

Luagarne decided that it was best to first see and understand Encred’s current situation for herself. She even said that she would ask Encred any questions that came up.

Until then, I was just telling him to leave it alone and go and look around.

The current Encred is full of elements that stimulate her curiosity. If before it was mostly anticipation, now it is something that goes beyond anticipation.

Even now, don’t you see a series of events that break her expectations?

Luagarne did not want to satisfy all of this with a few words of answer.

Since the way Prock satisfied his desires was somewhat peculiar, Encred also seemed to think so.

He also had a lot of work to do.

Because I was trying out a bunch of different things as part of the verification process.

I spent the whole day like that.

“Isn’t it hard?”

Even though Teresa, who was watching, was about to ask questions, Encrid remained calm.

A moderate amount of sweat, a body with bruises here and there.

It should be called just a bruise.

Because the tool that created that bruise was a fist attached to the body of a god named Audin, who was accidentally created.

“It’s just not bad.”

Encred answered. He seemed to be lost in thought, but Teresa didn’t notice it. She was too amazed by what was happening before her eyes.

“If you put your will aside and endure with your body, you will become stronger, brother.”

Audín spoke, sweating profusely, the sweatiest thing Teresa had ever seen him sweat.

That much effort went into swinging his fist. What was even more surprising was that Encred sweated less.

Even after getting hit by that. Even after getting hit by that fist.

It was surprising.

That’s how Encred spent the day, and the next morning, Rem, Saxon, and Ragnar started arguing over who would spar first, and after playing rock-paper-scissors, they ended up losing due to a forced trick.

Since there has been no rain lately following the seasonal rain, the ground is dry and dust flies even in the slightest breeze.

Parsac.

A few blades of grass that had fallen to one side were blown to the side by the wind.

As Chrys, who had been rolling the dice in the corner of the training ground while crouching on the ground, stepped aside, a space was naturally created.

Encred stood holding Aker.

“How deep are you going to go?”

Even though Rem spoke in a cutting manner, Encred understood everything.

If you say that sincerity is ten, how deep will it go?

“five.”

Encred answered.

If we had been serious about sparring, someone could have died.

“It’s not very regulated. Be careful.”

Encred said and Rem laughed.

“Who are you talking to? A stray cat? Or maybe the youngest bear who is now left behind and depressed?”

While Rem was serving Mother Bear, he also took good care of another bear. After returning, he even called Audin the youngest.

Well, a mother bear and a wild bear are different things.

Distinguishing and differentiating was Rem’s specialty.

That’s why it was okay to live with witchcraft from a young age.

If you learn how to distinguish properly, you won’t do stupid things like being attracted to ghosts.

On the other hand, if you can’t distinguish properly, you will end up accepting the devil into your body and doing stupid things like spewing out ten thousand ghosts.

“My weapon is a lowered weapon. So a weak magic sword won’t do. It has an ego.”

Ego Weapon, a general term for a weapon with an ego. It is a word that comes from far away in legends or history books, but it is a real thing.

Rem’s descending weapon had emotions. Therefore, the power it emitted varied slightly depending on the amplitude of those emotions.

He said that if there are advantages, there are also disadvantages.

As a medium for sorcery, its deviation was a disadvantage.

The good thing about it is that once it explodes, it goes crazy.

At times like that, I honestly felt confident that I could handle three knights attacking me.

Of course, they are knights who follow the common sense that Rem knows.

Just because they’re articles doesn’t mean they’re all the same.

If there were people like Oara, there were also people like the knight of Azpen. The two were people who had risen to the same level of knighthood, but if you look at it objectively, there was a gap.

Well, since you have to experience every fight to find out, a definitive answer was out of the question.

As I held out my axe while thinking about this and that, Encred said something strange.

To Rem, it sounded like nonsense.

“you also?”

“What about you too?”

“My sword also spoke.”

“You’re talking?”

If it’s not a matter of expressing emotions, shouldn’t it be called a magic sword? Or should it be called a divine sword?

I don’t know if it’s a good thing or not, but it wasn’t a magic sword or a divine sword.

Encred had already learned from the conversation he had had with the sword half a day ago that the Aker I was holding was a very unique weapon.

“Oh, that’s a bit of a rant.”

-Hey, you’re talking nonsense. Do you think it’s common to see a sword with the thoughts of a former knight bound to it?

Just then, Aker started to rumble and sent out words that only Encred could understand through his mind.

“Let’s talk later.”

Encred muttered.

Ego Sword or whatever, now is the time to fight Rem.

“That’s true.”

Remdo agreed with what Encred had said to his sword. He also threw away his distracting thoughts. When you fight, you should just fight. If you worry about how to escape, and what to do next, you won’t be able to show even half of your true abilities.

The captain who awakened Will through awakening was the opponent. There was no letting down his guard.

Show me how much has changed.

Without a word of start, without any signal, Rem swung her axe. Encred responded with a swing of his sword.

Rem’s axe was a bit faster, but Encred was no less. Even if you were watching closely, it would be difficult to tell the difference because the speeds were similar.

earth!

Sparks flew from where Aker and the axe met, and Encred’s blue eyes drew long lines.

Encred closed the distance with his feet and continued to strike with his sword.

It was a series of strikes that separated the breaths. Rem also struck down her axe at the same timing.

earth!

A second clash occurred, after which Aker and the axe met and parted countless times, met and parted again.

It was like a lover who was seething with change.

After meeting and parting like that dozens of times.

Rem stepped back.

‘What is this?’

He was surprised once again. Encred’s shoulders shook slightly. Rem deliberately brought his weapons closer. They clashed more.

There was an intention. Ragnar or Saxony would probably have done the same.

It was good to control my omnipotence, but there was a more important concept to grasp later.

It’s about seeing Will’s limits.

When do you get tired? It’s a matter of seeing your limits and adjusting accordingly.

Rem saw that as the next step.

Because witchcraft was similar.

however.

“Isn’t it hard?”

“Are you tired already?”

Even though Encred’s body was screaming, the Will inside him was still the same as before. It was like an inexhaustible spring, with water gushing out endlessly.