Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 574

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Kill them all and leave?

This statement itself was not impossible. It was just reality.

It wasn’t difficult for these three to kill the five in front of them, including Encrid, Sinar, and Audin.

Even though one of the five appeared to be a knight, he was not at all threatening.

Right now, Encred alone could have easily killed everyone without missing a single one.

Alma’s eyebrows wavered at Encred’s question.

Kill them all? Who? Me? Wasn’t it because you were keeping me alive to keep an eye on the church?

“what?”

Alma blurted out a word in embarrassment, but couldn’t continue. The same was true for Shilma.

Although his bloodshot eyes were burning with a sense of mission from God, I wondered if this made sense.

Because I never thought you would say something like that.

It was something beyond my expectations, something I had never thought of.

How dare you kill a member of the church to silence him.

Moreover, if the person in front of you now decides to do so, isn’t it a foregone conclusion that they will all die?

Encred didn’t show any particular pressure. He just spoke in a calm and composed tone.

However, the weight of those words was different.

The reputation of being an ironclad knight and the attitude he is showing now.

He will keep his word and if he can’t, he won’t even say it.

The attitude that Encred showed overwhelmed the crowd. Shinar casually placed his right hand on the grip of the old men. If necessary, killing a few people was not difficult.

Amidst the ominous air, a howling sound, either from a demon or an animal, could be heard from afar.

Audyn let out a sigh and shook his head.

He did not fall for the devil’s whispers.

Encred probably didn’t really mean it. It was just a threat.

What do you guys believe in and why are you arguing?

Naturally, the five, including Shilma and Alma, believed in the sect.

When it comes to influence on the continent, the religious orders were more powerful than the banks.

The trading nation’s banks are only in the major cities, but the cult’s temples and monasteries are located throughout the continent.

So what can the church do now?

Well, that’s what it meant.

Audin knew that Encrid was a more intelligent man than he had thought.

Didn’t this silence the bloodshot eyes of Shilma and the wild, confident Alma?

The atmosphere was on the verge of a complete reversal with that threat.

Shinar’s reaction came first.

She moved her pointed ears. Audyn’s ears had been perking up earlier, but Sinar’s ears were really moving now.

The tips of the ears that were twitching were turned to one side.

Encrid’s head also turned to where her ears were facing. A little later, Audin’s eyes also turned, and everyone’s eyes turned to the path they had come from.

Someone was approaching there.

It was quite a distance, but if he could handle Will as a knight, it wasn’t that far.

‘Iron plate breastplate, balanced gait, iron bar at the waist.’

A pattern of seven grapes was embroidered on the clothes she was wearing. I could tell without anyone saying anything.

It must belong to the Temple of Abundance.

He was not an easy man either. A dizzying sensation that he had never felt before when he saw Alma stimulated Encred’s mind.

The man came down the small hill the group had come over at a pace that was neither fast nor slow.

After watching him walk about five steps, Encred had a strange vision.

So, I had this fantasy where the author suddenly came running towards me, grabbed me by the neck, and pinned me to the ground.

Is it just an illusion?

Encred judged that this was something Will had done, even though it was only for a very short time.

That is, I saw what was about to happen, what my insight saw through, and I reacted.

Liar!

At the same time as the sound, the opponent’s white clothes fluttered as if they were being torn and expanded in front of me.

The owner of the iron plate armor suddenly approached me, his legs whipping like whips as he flew towards Encred’s calves.

It was a downward attack followed by a relentless dash.

Encred was able to perceive everything, including the scene where the opponent was approaching, and the moment when he swung his leg, with his superhuman body vision. With that, his focus on a single point naturally came into play, and his thoughts grew longer. He felt as if time was stretching as his thoughts accelerated.

‘fast.’

Should I avoid it? No, it’s better to endure it.

Following a split second of judgment, the body moved according to will.

Encred bent his knees and braced his ankles to raise Will.

The reaction speed had grown significantly compared to before, so the foot was kicked with a zing sound, but the center of gravity did not shake much.

There was also a hand flying towards my neck at the same time as the kick. Encred clenched his fist diagonally and extended it.

It was a punch that was delivered with weight and power by twisting the waist and back leg in a short moment in the style of the Balaf-style martial arts.

Liar!

Hands met hands and the sound of compressed air popping rang out.

With such a cheerful sound, the opponent retreated as quickly as he approached.

Phew!

Shinar’s blade swept past where he was a step behind.

The leaf sword split the sunlight that was slowly lowering its head vertically.

The light was cut off. It was a fast and sharp sword strike, but the opponent had already dodged.

It must have been a feat possible because of his exceptional insight and ability to see even an inch ahead.

However, Sinar did not end there.

Encred felt as if time had slowed down due to his focus on a single point, and he became aware of his surroundings.

In other words, if you weren’t a knight, the attacks and defenses were going on so fast and fiercely that you wouldn’t even know what kind of attacks were going on.

Shinar’s Leaf Sword swept through the air, then snapped vertically in the middle and bounced forward.

It was like a swallow circling freely in the sky.

I had killed a guy called Jevi Sword before, and it would be right for Shinar to have that title now. Even so, the opponent blocked that attack.

The blade was as fast as the dagger Encred himself had thrown, but the staff at his waist was already in his hand, blocking the blade.

earth!

The harmony created by the two weapons meeting spread out along with the shockwave.

It was a sound so strong that it made my ears ring.

From the time I first had the vision until now, every movement has been done in just one breath.

The opponent was fast, bold, and didn’t hesitate to use his hands.

“I told you to block it, but you’re really good at blocking it.”

The other person spoke as if he was amazed.

It’s not like I’m suited to living like this, but a strange shock remained on my leg that had been kicked a little while ago. My muscles and skin were fine, but the tendons and ligaments inside were tingling.

This happened even though he used the skill called ironclad.

Even if the giant had kicked it deliberately, it wouldn’t have turned out like this.

That is, the opponent used some kind of trick.

A technique that is impossible to even guess at now.

Maybe it was something similar that made you have your first illusion?

Encred’s legs were numb, but he put his hand down as if nothing had happened.

The hanging hand stopped near the grip.

He is ready to draw his sword and swing it at any time.

Although he learned the Balaf style of martial arts, Encred’s specialty was only properly displayed when holding a sword.

Sinar asked, dropping the hand holding the Leaf Sword.

“What have you done?”

She also had insight, so if the other person did something, she should have noticed it before.

It had to be that way, even if it was a little slow.

Moreover, isn’t Shinar himself the owner of such keen senses that he can even play tag with assassins?

But now, I didn’t feel any signs from the way the opponent approached me, kicked my feet, and reached out his hands.

What does this mean?

Because the opponent is superior to you and has far more skill?

No, that can’t be. Even if it were, it would still be detected.

then?

What trick did the other person use? Of course, it was Willow’s trick.

You could tell just from the clash a moment ago.

The opponent was a knight. And as if to confirm this, the paladin Alma, who had been hit by Encred, shouted.

“Overdear Sir!”

Is that an unfamiliar name? It was to Encred. Then Bert, the inquisitor, added in a more elaborate tone.

“Prophet!”

Prophet.

I’ve heard that name, Encred too.

One who can be said to be the backbone of the Knights Templar.

One who has lived for so long that it is difficult to guess his age.

Although he appears to be a middle-aged man, it is said that he is actually a monster that has lived for over a hundred years.

Blessed with divinity, he ages slowly. His nickname was Prophet.

It is a prophecy, that is, a prophecy. However, his prophecy is limited to those who deal with him.

He has the talent to use his will, or rather divinity, to imprint the image of his opponents being defeated.

It is no different from forcing the future on the other person by exerting my will.

He was called a prophet because his predetermined future had never been out of line.

There is one iron rod in his left hand, and another iron rod at his waist.

The corners of the eyes were droopy, so it seemed like he would have a soft impression, but the silver pupils gave off a mysterious vibe.

Those mysterious silver eyes opened their mouths.

“I had a vague revelation and doubted whether it was true, but it turns out that the Lord’s will is not wrong.”

The prophet Overdeer spoke. As he spoke, he took out another iron bar from his waistband.

Two sticks, one in each hand, are his signature weapons.

The poles are crossed diagonally and raised forward, which, needless to say, shows the will to fight.

“These authors are persecuting us and trying to take the saint away from us!”

Shilma shouted, “What the hell is this?”

“timing?”

Out of the blue, Encred reacted to Overdeer’s words.

Overdeer looked at Encred without reacting even after hearing Shilma’s words.

Maybe it’s because this is more interesting than talking to Shilma right now.

Or is it that I just can’t take my eyes off it?

As he spoke, Encred’s momentum grew stronger.

The will tries to suppress Overdeer in the form of coercion. Of course, it doesn’t suppress him, but it would be a lie if he said he didn’t care. His gaze also turned to Encred.

“Yes, I received a revelation.”

Overdeer answered. His posture was the same and his tone was calm.

Encred thought of the boatman who had been appearing in his dreams for the past few days after hearing the other person’s words.

“There will be only hardship and difficulty ahead of you.”

“Is there anything else you can tell me about swordsmanship?”

“I would rather wish I was trapped in today.”

“How about something like this instead of a wave break?”

“You will become an eternal being.”

“When your opponent strikes like this, you block with your sword and close the distance like this.”

By the time the word immortal came up, Encrid was even demonstrating it by balancing on the rocking boat.

I was wandering around the continent a while ago, recalling what I had learned from Crona, and telling the boatman what I had come to realize.

The captain seemed to be surprisingly knowledgeable in swordsmanship. The advice he gave me offhandedly often helped me more than I thought.

“……I won’t swear.”

The last time I met a boatman, he only said what he wanted to say, and so did Encred, so there was no one to blame.

Thinking about that boatman now makes me wonder.

Encred looked straight into the silver pupils of the prophet standing before him and asked.

“Isn’t the author of that revelation on board? With gray skin and cracked skin? With a purple lamp?”

It was a really random question. It was almost nonsense. No one could figure out the intention of the question. Neither Audín nor Sinar were the same.

Encred didn’t care about that. He didn’t care what they believed.

In a way, you could say that there is no prejudice.

We don’t call them fanatics, but we do say that they believe in God, take bribes, and seemingly go down the path of corruption.

It was possible as long as you didn’t cross the line, the standard you set for yourself.

That’s the kind of thinking I had. I just thought that maybe another voice could interfere with the beliefs they had.

In fact, these words might have been denying the existence of God, which was the basis of their beliefs.

Actually, I didn’t think about it that deeply.

However, Encred did not believe in God because he could not answer the question of why some children were imprisoned under the name of saints and why corrupt priests and believers were not punished if God existed and was just as they believed.

I can say things like this because I don’t believe it.

If Overdeer had known about these thoughts, the composure he had maintained for over a hundred years might have been shaken a little.

However, it was impossible for him to know what Encred was thinking, and if there was one thing he had learned over his long life, it was that it was right not to respond to useless words.

Overdeer did as he was told.

“Only my Lord gives me revelation.”

That means I won’t listen to your nonsense.

Encred didn’t really expect an answer to that question. He asked it half-jokingly.

The boatman was only seen in dreams and visions, so we didn’t even bother to discuss the current conversation.

Encred also asked if the boatman had been playing tricks, but after asking, he realized that it couldn’t have been.

And actually, none of this mattered.

Did the boatman say that only hardships and difficulties await me and that such was my fate?

So you’re saying I’m going to be an immortal who repeats today?

The wall will keep coming?

Encred honestly didn’t consider that at all.

Life is inherently full of hardships and difficulties, and no matter what wall comes, you can overcome it, so that was all. It was the same even now.

A man who seemed to be either a prophet or a knight appeared.

It didn’t matter whether the boatman had brought it in, or whether it was truly a divine revelation, or whether it was just a coincidence, my heart was pounding.

‘Strong.’

I mixed my hands just once and I felt something.

Those bold hands and strong body.

It was a different fighting style from Audin.

The two iron rods held by the author, the prophet, came into view.

Tiring.

He touched and crossed the two sticks.

Sinar raised his leaf sword and aimed it diagonally at his opponent.

“Salute Alma says: That guy over there is a heretic and a fugitive!”

Alma’s finger pointed at Audin. Audin glanced around. Of course, there was no one. Audin tilted his head and asked back, poking his chest with his finger.

“Is that you?”

He was just as clever as Encred.

He must have learned something over the years.

It was an admirable performance.

Even if a puppet show were held at any monastery right now, he would be able to move more than five puppets on his own and lead the show skillfully.

If a true abbot who takes care of orphans had seen this, he would have thought so.

To Alma, who brought it up here and now, the curse “that bastard” just came out naturally.

“Of course it’s you. Who else could it be!”

Alma couldn’t control her anger and shouted. It was fortunate that she didn’t add any swear words.

Alma was seething with anger.

Very hot, like a volcano about to erupt.

My heart burned as if someone had set it on fire.

It was because extreme anger was rising.

I had been getting hit, kicked, and beaten since a while ago, so I had lost all my dignity, and after that, I couldn’t even say anything rebellious when Encred said he would kill everyone.

What? I had to keep my mouth shut.

His hurt pride, along with his feelings of inferiority, made him even angrier.

Naturally, I was upset that things had gotten this messed up.

It was then that I heard Bert talking about Audin.

A heretic and a fugitive. Aren’t you a sinner?

The eyes of the Prophet Overdier fell upon Encrid, Audin, and the fallen saintess.

“hmm.”

Overdeer only gave a short cough. It was impossible to know what he was thinking just by looking at his face.

Encred stopped watching the farce and moved to the side. The sun was just setting, and he moved a little to the side, and the sunset light streaming down the mountain range was at an angle that pierced the opponent’s eyes.

Whether it was the influence of the Gigant Mountains or for some other reason, today’s sunset was closer to purple than orange. It was a purple mixed with pink.

Overdeer didn’t move even though the light was shining on his eyes. He just followed Encred’s gaze.

“I won’t kill you. I can’t say it’s your fault.”

Overdeer said.

Oh, I see.

Encred answered with a slash.

He kicked the ground with one foot and advanced, then quickly closed the distance and struck down, aiming for the crown of the head.

A fast and heavy sword, the swing seemed to be a copy of Ragnar’s.

Bang!

There was a loud noise.

It was the sound that came from the meeting of a stick and a blade.

Sinar did not interfere.

This was a duel. You couldn’t win by interfering and stabbing someone in the back. That would be against honor and faith.

I had to protect what had to be protected. There was no way I could tolerate Encred interfering.

For this reason, Encrid went out alone and lost.

But that doesn’t mean he died.