Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 531

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“… … To kill or not to kill, that is my question.”

The man hesitated for a moment, then spoke in the same tone as before.

Azpen’s knight had dark brown hair that was wavy, a high nose bridge, and deep-set eyes with slightly inward-facing bones. Overall, his face was quite presentable.

That doesn’t mean he was as handsome as Encred or Crys.

Whatever the case, Rem was determined to make fun of this idiot.

“Huh? What did you say? I can’t hear you very well because you’re talking to a guy who’s stuck with a ghoul.”

The word “hle” is used when a male and female animal engage in s*xual intercourse.

This was an impossible act, as ghouls don’t have reproductive organs, and even if they did, there would be no one in the world who would do such a thing to a ghoul, so this was a further step toward mockery than asking if your mother was a ghoul.

“What?”

“That kid has really unique tastes.”

“What are you saying?”

“Huh? Can’t you hear? Can’t you hear well? You, uh, ul, heul, re, stick, eat, uh, eat, eun, bastard.”

Rem spoke kindly and interrupted, and the man listened obediently as she interrupted him word by word, as if he was too dumbfounded.

What did that crazy savage just say?

It was not long before the words passed through my ears and reached the realm of understanding.

He was confident in his appearance and his talents included his expressive gaze and reciting poetry.

It was all superficial.

The forehead of the knight of the Azpen Prince Knights, who wanted to be nicknamed the knight who recites poetry at Rem’s words, became red.

It was a miracle that there was no crackling sound, as the veins were so thick and clear. They were even more visible without the helmet on.

“Don’t be swayed by the words of a madman.”

The red eyes behind me spoke.

“Ahhhh, that’s what happened with the ghoul. That’s what happened.”

Rem was childish. He stuck his tongue out and said something. The Azpen Knight knew that this was childish. He also knew that he should ignore it. The problem was that the author who said this had a considerable presence, and at the same time, he was genuinely relaxed.

He was surrounded by the swamp assassins of Monterey, and he didn’t flinch even when they were right in front of him. He even dug his nose in the process.

I didn’t like anything about his words, attitude, or appearance.

“Good?”

Rem asked with a smirk, and the brown-haired knight who had stepped forward decided to rip the author’s mouth off with his own hands.

“You have a foul mouth, savage.”

Has anyone ever ignored you like this?

I don’t know about ignorance, but this is the first time someone has mocked me like this.

The mockery awakened the demon sleeping inside him, the man thought.

The man who became the new knight of Azpen did not have much spiritual cultivation.

That’s understandable, because he’s never been overtaken or left behind by anyone since he was born.

He was born with talent, put in effort on top of it, and his environment protected him.

The genius born into the Eckins family, his name was Corwin Eckins.

He put his hand on his sword. Ting, the blade ricocheted off the surrounding light, revealing my body.

Corwin named his sword ‘Fate’.

To put it a bit longer, it was something called ‘destiny’.

“You savage, you without rhythm or romance. I will take your life.”

Born a genius, Corwin was able to see the future from a young age and always saw his opponent’s attack path and predicted their next move.

So Fate came to possess the sword that would determine the fate of others.

Naturally, he was confident in his sword and his skills, having won every fight to the death so far.

Corwin spoke again, as if reciting a poem, and Rem responded with a percussion, picking at his ears.

“Yeah, you weirdo with special tastes who sticks with ghouls. Go ahead and do it.”

“… … I told you not to deal with it.”

Red Eye spoke from behind. In words, it was Rem’s complete victory.

As the veins on Corwin’s forehead grew thicker and the tip of his sword pointed forward, emitting an intimidating force, Rem shrugged off the pressure and walked away, while two steps behind Corwin, Red Eye dug into the dirt with the tip of his foot and kicked forward.

With a loud crash, a pile of dirt flew in front of Rem.

Rem pulled in his chin and raised both arms to block the dirt.

All the movements took place in a single breath, in a single moment, and in that gap, one of the swamp assassins of Montere fired his air gun. It was a promised action.

The sound of digging the dirt, the pressure taking over her nerves, and taking advantage of the gap, a needle flew in making almost no sound, and Rem nonchalantly waved her left hand that she had raised into the air.

It was a hand gesture that was done twice up and down so quickly that it was invisible to the eyes of ordinary people.

Hmph!

The gesture caused a gust of wind to rise, and the flying needle lost its direction and fell.

At the same time, a net with additional attachments fell with a crash over Rem’s head, and a blade rose from under his leg.

The assassin from the swamps of Monterey saw his target’s vulnerability.

Of course, it was an intentional loophole.

Rem seemed to stop still for a moment, then took out the axe and grinned.

In Corwin Ackens’ eyes, all those movements were slowly imprinted on his brain.

puck!

The axe moved.

Pubbubububu!

The axe showed what its role was by moving without rest.

A line was drawn in the air in accordance with the movement of the axe.

It seemed like he had crushed the fruit with his wicked hands. He had just swung the axe around without cutting it.

The heads of the seven assassins who rushed at them were split, burst, and crushed. The net was also torn into six pieces and flew into the air.

It all happened in the time it took to take a single breath.

“… … I hope that your thoughts will remain in me.”

The red eyes that saw Rem’s movements began to recite a spell. It was a spirit. Another spirit was in his body.

The red eyes that contained the thoughts of another being in his body trembled all over his body, he closed his eyes and drooled.

And when he opened his eyes again, his presence was revealed with a different mood.

It was a secret technique that contained the souls of the Mine, who were called nobles among the demons.

In this way he looked down on the knights in a more refined manner than Count Molsen.

After sweeping through the group of assassins, Rem opened his mouth with his left hand still resting on a tree.

“The guy who set up this board, Wangnun, seemed really nervous about coming here. But I wondered why. Why? Because it looked like a really easy fight to me.”

As they spoke, three more enemy assassins rushed into the same opening as before.

A pile of needles and darts fell from above. Poisonous sand was also spread.

Rem kicked the ground and moved away.

The tree he had been holding onto was now cut down and leaning crookedly.

The group of assassins hiding near or on the tree scattered in all directions like a swarm of ants hit by raindrops.

Rem glanced over it, then kicked a stone off his toes into the air and struck it with the side of his axe.

Zzz!

When swinging, keep the strength constant and push away at the moment when the surface of the axe and the stone meet, and apply strength again when throwing it away. Instead of shattering, the stone flew faster than an arrow. One of the stones that flew that way struck the air and broke the head of one of the assassins.

pop!

Blood and brain fluid spread radially, splattering across the floor.

Rem continued nonchalantly.

He had the axe resting on his shoulder.

“And you, Captain, won’t you tolerate the sacrifice of your own troops? Then, why don’t you do that? I wonder what else there is to say. All those who attack us will be killed and that’s the end of it. Isn’t that right? You easy bastards.”

The two knights of Azpen made eye contact for a moment at the honest provocation, not the childish provocation, and then distanced themselves.

The fight between the two takes a different form.

However, Corwin Ackins’ ‘Fate’ sees the future. That’s why Corwin knew how to work hand in hand with the knights of the allies.

Even if you make an exception for something you really hate.

Rem looked at the two of them taking their places in front of him and behind him.

The body of the red-eyed man turned into red fog and then returned to the road.

It was a high-level mine among mines, and it contained the thoughts of a vampire called a blood-sucking mine, so it used some of their sorcery.

Whether or not, Rem muttered with the axe still resting on his shoulder.

“Are you feeling okay today?”

It wasn’t something I was talking about to the enemy.

My axe was conveying its feelings and asking me back.

My own descending weapon was just letting me know that I was feeling a little better today and wanted to play.

The surrounding assassins formed a formation again and surrounded the area.

Rem had dealt with Saxony before, so the swamps of Montere were of no interest to him.

And these two were the same.

You pathetic idiots.

As Barnabas Hurier asserted, not all knights are the same.

“Have you ever played with someone whose will didn’t dry out?”

If the stimulated Fel went one step further with his madness, spouting out crazy things about the air being different, Saxon also felt something similar to shock upon seeing Encrid.

And so did Rem.

The article doesn’t end there.

Encred spoke with his actions and his body, and that was keenly conveyed to Rem.

“You know, I trained like crazy again because of that guy, right?”

Rem spoke and dropped his left hand. It was time to start a real battle that he had never shown to his allies.

Rem glanced at his waist, and soon found a blunt leather strap at the end of his left hand.

It was a sling, an object with a leather bag attached to the end of a loose leather strap, perfect for holding something the size of a palm.

The string was made by twisting owl skin around tiger tendons.

There was even an instance where Chrys hit his forehead when he saw a Drake scale armor dismantled and patched together to make a leather sack.

“Do you know how much that costs?”

“Should I know?”

“No. Just live without knowing.”

Christ had no intention of persuading Rem from the beginning. He felt sorry for her and couldn’t help but let her go, so he said nothing.

Even if he had been beaten and his life threatened, Christ would not have been able to bear those words.

It was like Encred couldn’t sleep because his teeth would itch if he didn’t train even for a day.

I went around the riverbank and collected and ground up dozens of round stones to use for the slings I made, and I also asked the blacksmith to make me a similarly shaped ingot of iron.

The sling that fell off was long enough to drag at Rem’s feet. The string was too long, but it suited Rem.

An axe in his right hand, a sling in his left.

This was Rem’s final battle form. It was the same as when he killed the cannibal warrior before.

“Hey, it’s been a while. Consider it an honor, you ghoul lover.”

Rem finally said, teasing his opponent.

Corwin no longer responded to those words.

He decided to throw away all superficiality. He was also a knight of Azpen, and had proven his abilities by surviving until now.

Instinct whispered.

The gray-haired beast before his eyes was more threatening than anyone he had ever encountered.

For a moment, Corwin seemed to be a bigger opponent than his master, Barnas Hurier.

“gibberish.”

Then he immediately denied it. If you nurture an enemy inside you, you will lose before you even fight.

A knight must naturally sharpen the blade of will within him.

‘I win.’

Corwin boosted his spirits by reaffirming his resolve.

On the other side, Red Eyes looked at the situation more coolly and thought that it was necessary to strengthen his resolve now.

He immediately made up his mind to do so.

He became a knight through sorcery that contained his will.

It’s not the usual way, but it’s not the wrong way either.

That was acknowledged by Barnes Hurier.

“Huh? Wow, that’s a strange magic. So why do people curse at you? What does that matter? You just have to be confident. And anyway, you’ll meet them all as you go along. It’s just a difference in method.”

The strongest knight born in Azpen has acknowledged it.

‘For Varnas.’

Red Eyes braced himself mentally for the one he believed in.

Rem.

Hung, hung, hung.

He started to spin the sling. Soon a disc appeared above his head.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

It showed a power that overwhelmed the surroundings with just sound.

What Rem showed by extending his left arm without waiting afterwards was that the sound was not a simple threat.

Liar!

If a rock struck the assassin’s head with an axe, blood and brain matter would radiate across the floor.

Blood and brain fluid from the burst skull sprayed onto the trunk of a large tree on one side, leaving a trail that resembled a ripe tomato thrown into the ground.

The dead assassin and the tree were more than ten paces apart.

Whew, hoot, weeeeeep.

After blowing one, the sling immediately started spinning again.

“Okay, let’s go next.”

As soon as Rem threw one room, he started to sling a second time.

Corwin recognized the presence of a bullet beyond his body’s vision for a moment, and activated Destiny.

It is an eye that glimpses into the future.

Corwin’s sword sliced ​​through the air, judging that he would be hit if he stayed still.

His feet hit the ground and his body moved forward, slashing his sword vertically. The moment his sword was about to touch Rem’s back, an axe appeared and struck the sword into the ground.

In the gap, red eyes suddenly fell from above Rem’s head and tried to stab her with the ten red nails that had sprouted from the tips of her fingers.

Rem’s axe struck Corwin’s sword and struck all of his claws.

Kkakakakak!

Sparks flew and the heat rose in an instant.

Phew!

Rem swung his axe and swung his sling diagonally, sending out a second rock before it could even reach its high-speed spin.

Ping, bang!

So one more assassin died.

It was an unorthodox timing for the attack. The group of assassins could have been paralyzed for a moment.

“Cover them all! Those who spare their lives will be punished even more severely!”

At the shout of the red eyes, the group of assassins moved again.

Rem still didn’t feel threatened by any of this.

There were two knights as opponents.

‘They’re easier to deal with than a stray kitten or a feral cat.’

It was better than sparring with Encred, after all.

That was Rem’s honest feeling.