Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 573

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As soon as he heard the question, “What are you?” Encred knocked the man down. It was a rather violent act for a first greeting.

Wouldn’t that be better than just cutting off the head? Encred thought so. It would be better if he didn’t die.

What if it was a misunderstanding? Then wouldn’t it be okay to apologize?

So he didn’t kill her. That alone showed consideration.

however.

‘hmm?’

Honestly, I was a little surprised.

humming!

Because the guy who hit the back of my head on the floor was lying down and I was swinging the hammer.

You didn’t faint?

Encred released his hand from his opponent’s face and stepped back.

As I straightened my half-bent body and returned to a standing position, a hammer passed by with a whoosh where Encred had been. It was the hammer swung by the one who had knocked him down.

“This crazy kid!”

The author, who had fallen to the floor, burst into a rage. He seemed to have taken a strong drug. His face turned red and he snorted.

“Do you know who I am?”

He said again.

Encred wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked calmly, stood in front of the child with the broken leg, and opened his mouth.

“hijacker?”

Everyone just stared blankly at it because it was so absurd.

Alma, who had been staring at what Encred was doing, suddenly sat up.

Encred observed Alma as she arose, and could tell how the author was in good health.

A soft glow came from all over the body.

The light itself was what relieved and absorbed the shock. If Will had the characteristics of an individual and manifested in various forms, then divinity was limited to one ability.

Divinity was the power that made the human body truly strong.

Even so, the back of my head was cracked and bleeding.

* * *

Shilma blinked. She wondered what that meant.

hijacker?

Was it worth such a misunderstanding? It wasn’t true.

That doesn’t make sense. Does that author not even see the priest’s robe?

But what kind of kidnapper?

But if you say it looks like that again, I have nothing to say. If you cry, that’s the end of it.

Shilma sighed as she watched the situation unfold.

“He, you.”

I couldn’t bring myself to say anything else.

The opponent who ran towards him subdued the Holy Knight Alma in one breath. Without even using a weapon.

He could see the swords hanging from his waist. There were three of them. He also had several throwing knives on his chest.

Bare-handed combat may not be your specialty.

But then that man knocked down the Templar Alma with his bare hands.

Shilma didn’t have the eyes to judge the skill of a knight, but her instincts gave her a rough idea of ​​her opponent’s skills.

‘The ability to play with Alma.’

Didn’t that author recognize the priest’s garb?

It’s a cowardly excuse. But can you argue with it? What if I insist it’s not true?

You could say that if you talk about lies, you will be punished by God, but that is something that only a fairly naive person would believe.

If such divine punishment was to be meted out, how could there be rotten priests?

“How dare you!”

While Shilma was unable to continue speaking, Alma burst into anger once again.

He felt the presence of bodily fluids running thickly on the back of his head, which only made him more angry.

“Are you trying to interfere with the church’s work?”

Alma shouted.

“Do you think we’ll believe you just because you pretend to be a religious group? Those wicked kidnappers.”

The other person also responded immediately. Alma’s words were answered without taking a breath, and Shilma couldn’t help but admire his attitude.

Look at him chewing over each word when he says the words evil kidnapper.

It’s as if he’s saying, ‘I’ve defined you as such, so now you’re kidnappers?’

What does that attitude and words mean?

‘So you’re saying you won’t back down?’

This was truly unexpected.

The problem was chasing and finding the saint, and it was unimaginable that someone would stand in their way.

Dare to block the cult’s activities? While the trading nation spreads across the continent as a bank, the sacred nation exerts influence across the continent through temples and monasteries.

Even if the king of Naurilia had come here, in this place, this could not have happened.

As far as Shilma knew, that was true.

Not everyone would be like that.

If Krang were here, he would have done as I wanted.

Alma was angry, but he thought he couldn’t kill the opponent by pressing him down.

The difference in skill was clear. He thought his opponent was of knightly level.

Shilma took a step forward.

It was not a moment to solve anything by force.

“My name is Shilma, and I am the priestess of abundance and prosperity. Do you need proof of my identity?”

“These guys are well prepared. I won’t be fooled.”

The blue-eyed man examined the child’s legs, wiped the sweat from the back of his neck, and scratched the bridge of his nose as he spoke. His attitude was relaxed.

“What the heck!”

Alma, who saw that, had another fit, but of course did not attack. She was busy observing the man in front of her. The content of his words and his attitude were inconsistent, and it was very provocative.

Are you saying that you won’t listen to anything I say?

“Why on earth are you doing this?”

Shilma couldn’t understand her opponent. Even though she was a saint, she was only taking a child.

It is strange that Alma and herself should take part in such a thing. If the saint had not shown her talent for running away, this would not have happened.

Yeah, just one child.

This isn’t what’s blocking my path.

“The knight of iron wall!”

In this situation, Bert suddenly shouted. He had been thinking deeply about something for a while, but then he burst out shouting. He also had a connection with the Information Guild that sold information about the surroundings.

‘Black hair? Blue eyes?’

A superior appearance catches the eye. A face that is handsome even to a man.

There was a person who naturally came to mind when I saw the behavior of the lunatic who did absurd things and the ability to subdue the Templar Alma.

Schilma frowned at Bert’s shout.

I couldn’t understand what the hell was going on.

The Knight of Iron Wall? She’s heard the name too. In fact, there are few people on the continent who haven’t heard of Encred’s fame.

But why does the ironclad knight appear here?

‘Did the king send you? Why? Does it have any meaning?’

Is there any reason to disrupt a church event?

No. No matter how much I think about it, there isn’t. But why are you rushing in like that? Sending the author, who is known as the iron knight, away?

“I ‘accidentally’ found traces of the kidnapper as I was passing by, and as a knight of Naurilia, I cannot just ignore it. So, quietly leave the child behind and be captured.”

Encred answered indifferently.

I really found it annoying that they kept emphasizing that it was a coincidence.

“Why on earth?”

Shilma asked the same question again, and in the meantime Alma also spoke, recalling the other person’s reputation.

“You crazy bastard. You’re a real lunatic.”

Alma thought that the author could not kill her.

If not, I would have cut my throat when I first mixed hands.

So, the author also had to watch the mood of the church, and thus he could act more arrogantly.

“Brother!”

In the midst of the brief argument, another shout was heard, and a man as big as a giant and an elf less than half his size approached.

He followed Encred, who had been recklessly charging forward. Audin approached Encred and looked around.

The situation became apparent even without anyone explaining it.

“He is a kidnapper.”

Encred said. Sinar took his words with an unusual look.

“A kidnapper disguised as a priest?”

“Yes.”

“I see. I can’t forgive you. To pretend to be a child of God.”

The two were talking as if they were having a conversation. Bert recognized one of them.

“Audin Pmrey?”

Although we didn’t see each other often or work together all the time, I knew his name and had talked to him a few times.

His appearance and nickname were too unique to be forgotten.

Is he the child that the god of war gave to humans because he loved them?

Bert recognized his face. It was a crisis. The opponent should be the kidnapper, not the church, but since he recognized Audyn, wouldn’t this mean that they would automatically prove their identity?

Schilma, Alma, his two disciples, and Berthe all saw Audin.

Now, if only he would agree, it would be over.

Now, speak. While everyone else was looking at him with similar expectations, Audin’s mouth opened.

“……Who is that? The kidnappers are using a wicked scheme. Brother, they must be punished.”

Audin turned away from Bert’s gaze, changing the subject to call him brother out of habit.

Bert opened his mouth wide in amazement without realizing it. His jaw muscles seemed to have momentarily lost control of their will.

You’re pretending not to know me here? Sticking your flippers out with that big, obvious body?

“Ahem.”

Audyn coughed in embarrassment. He bent down to care for the fallen child.

Seiki saw the whole situation coming, but he didn’t understand it.

Who are these people and why are they guarding my path?

It’s probably not the person my grandfather sent.

My grandfather was a man who spent most of his life in the mountains. He had no friends. Like most Highlanders, he was like that.

Would he come forward even if he knew the danger he was in? I don’t know about that either.

He is the one who said that I have to take care of myself for the rest of my life.

In front of Seiki, a man with a threatening appearance hunched over. His hunched over body turned its back to the sun, creating a large shadow.

A shadow enveloped my whole body.

A man of that size was bending one knee in front of him, but strangely enough, he didn’t look threatening at all.

Rather, I felt strangely relieved. Does that mean I should immediately trust the other person? That’s not the case.

Seiki held the blade of the dagger he was holding in reverse in front of his face.

Even within the shadowy realm, the blade glowed eerily, seeming to represent her current situation.

Should I trust you? That’s not right.

The sea where the dagger speaks.

The corners of Audín’s eyes drooped. There could be nothing sadder in the world than this.

Why does the church do this?

Why are we forcing this kind of sacrifice on a child?

Is it right for someone to be saved by something created by a child named Saint or Saintess?

How did the church become so rotten?

“I’m sorry.”

Audyn said. It was the first time Seiki had seen such a pained and guilt-ridden expression.

At such a moment, Seiki’s talent blossomed in an inappropriate way.

She was born with divine powers that could be called a saint, but she did not know how to use them properly.

You have to convey that light to others and have a heart that sympathizes with and gives to others in order to use it, but Seiki had never learned how to do that.

Haven’t we only learned how to eat, sleep, and survive on our own since we were young?

She lived like a Highlander.

And now, for the first time in his life, Seiki felt compassion.

What is this man’s crime?

Why does this man make such a face?

Why do you look at yourself with this face?

The big man stared at him blankly with that same expression.

Seiki felt pity and felt the flowering of his talent, but he thrust the dagger blade in as he had been taught.

“I’m going to stab you.”

Even if that dagger were to pierce his heart, this man would not dodge. I don’t know why. I just knew he would.

There was a reason why the two helped him at the monastery.

It was about cleaning up what they had done themselves. Seiki used their conscience.

This is something I achieved by calculating in my head.

Not now.

Seiki pushed the dagger and stabbed the opponent’s heart.

The blade went through the clothes the opponent was wearing. Even so, he just smiled with a face that looked sad, almost painful.

I can feel the prickling sensation in my leather. If this continues, this man will die.

Seiki dropped the dagger. It fell to the floor with a thud.

The mouth of the child, a saint with a broken leg, opened as she stroked the other person’s face and cheek with her empty hands.

“What are you so sad about that you’re crying?”

Pot, at the same time, light emanating from her hand enveloped Audyn’s cheek.

The light that arose silently spread like wildfire in a dry field, spreading in all directions.

It is a light that bursts out from Seiki’s entire body.

The light that had been spreading without meaning soon gathered into one point and formed a pillar toward the sky. The pillar of light pierced the sky.

There wasn’t just one pillar. It moved the light sideways and stretched out, forming a colonnade, forming a circle with Seiki at the center.

Seiki felt his leg, which had been hurting, get better in an instant.

At the same time, something filled my body and then left it.

Then, I felt powerless and lost all strength in my body. My vision started to blur.

Soon Seiki lost consciousness. Finally, he heard the shout of his opponent. It was the priest Shilma, who was the abbot.

“Holy Pillar!”

* * *

Shilma opened her eyes wide.

It was a pillar of light of such density and size that I had never seen it before during my priestly life.

That pillar was literally made from the very essence of divinity.

Can such a divinity reside in one human body?

Yes, haven’t you seen it just now?

It is a pillar that extends to the ends of the sky, and it is not just one, but seven pillars.

“Get your hands off the saint!”

Shilma shouted with her eyes wide open.

It is a talent that creates a pillar of light with divinity while blossoming talent. She is not just a saint. She is a true child of God sent by God.

Now, I couldn’t just let him go here, even if it meant dying.

Even though she knew it was foolish, didn’t her father, the Lord, speak through that child just now?

Do what you have to do now.

Shilma had to do that.

“Listen, Templar Alma. We will save that child!”

Shilma felt a burning heat all over her body. She was overwhelmed with emotion as if she was being directly conveyed by God. At the same time, she felt a burning sense of mission to save the subject of that emotion.

‘No matter what you do!’

Shilma’s determination grew so strong that she repeated it again in her mind, and her eyes widened, blood rushing to them, her head getting hot and her eyes becoming bloodshot.

Of course, that wasn’t what the pursuer of the runaway saint had intended to do.

But, to someone who had already been brainwashed and consumed by my faith, it was an obvious statement.

Shilma did not think of herself as a slave or persecutor of a child, but simply as an agent of God doing what was necessary.

and.

“Do you really have to do that?”

Audin laid the fallen child down gently and then got up and asked.

Those eyes looked terribly sad, but Shilma couldn’t see it.

“That child was born with the destiny of a saint.”

Shilma’s voice tone rose. It was the words of someone who was convinced that what she believed and followed was right.

The bloodshot eyes were so red it looked like they would burst and flow out.

It’s fanaticism.

It was part of the religious order that Audin had turned away from.

Those who believe that they are on the right path even though they are on the wrong path.

Those who do not hesitate to persecute people, claiming that what they believe is God’s will.

“It’s not too late. Step back. Are you going to become an enemy of the church?”

Shilma spoke again.

Yes, even in this situation, you must not become an enemy of the church.

The power of the religious order is so great. It would have been a problem if they had just given up one child.

Therefore, you should not stand on the opposite side of them. That was natural. That was usually the case.

And it wasn’t Encrid.

“If you kill them all and leave, no one will know?”

It was a calm and very peaceful tone, and it was a very tempting suggestion to Audin.

Even if he is an apostle of the god of war, he does not kill people indiscriminately, let alone when the target is a brother of the religious order.

Audin’s ears perked up like a fairy’s.

Encred’s words were like the whispers of a devil.

I can’t help but think it’s so sweet.

Fieldin’s welcome seemed to look upon him with pity.