Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 595

595. It was just like that

“Who are you?”

He looked up and asked. Judging from his sunken eyes and hollow cheeks, it seemed like he hadn’t eaten properly for several days.

There was only one person trapped in this large stone chamber.

“Gilpin Guild?”

Encred asked. The torch flickered in the wind that blew from somewhere. The shadows spread out and grew and shrank next to the stone wall.

“Ahhhh!”

The man suddenly screamed.

“They’re watching me everywhere! They’re watching me all the time! They know everything I do!”

The half-mad man shouted with bloodshot eyes. He quickly grabbed his head with both hands and banged his head on the floor.

“Ugh.”

The man’s saliva flowed onto the floor.

“Ugh, you’re watching everything I do. Stop watching, stop watching!”

Encred didn’t seem surprised and just stared at the man, checking his eyes and breathing.

There was no sign of poisoning, but the man’s breathing became fainter and then stopped. He was dead. He held his head with both hands and laid his head on the ground, where he stopped breathing.

“Lua.”

Encred passed the torch to Luagarne and gouged out the man’s eyes.

I could see dots between the blood vessels in the whites of his eyes. I touched the crumbs that had fallen from his eyes. It felt like gravel. It wasn’t something that would come out of a dead person’s eyes. The body looked like someone who had been attacked at night and rolled down the stairs to his death.

What on earth was going on, where to start, a normal person would have been confused, but not Encrid.

Once you deal with the problem in front of you, won’t the guy who did this come out?

Sometimes it’s better to act like Rem than to think like Christ, and now is one of those times.

In other words, it would be faster to show it through action rather than thinking about it over and over again.

Encred went up with such determination, but his opponent was quicker than him.

Because practicing REM-style behaviorism means that others can do the same.

But is that a bad thing?

‘No way.’

Encred saw that the person he needed to find had stepped forward on his own, so he felt less bothered.

Aside from those claiming to be the lords, there were also many other people present at the top of the stairs.

As I slowly walked up the stairs, I saw the lord and two spearmen already tied up with ropes and kneeling, and next to them, I saw five guild members bleeding from more than one part of their bodies.

It seemed like he had been stabbed in the arm, leg, or shoulder. There’s no need to ask whether the people who stabbed him were the soldiers gathered here.

“I think it’s really unfortunate that you started doing something like that as soon as you arrived.”

And at their center, the mastermind and instigator of this work spoke. It was the administrator.

“I didn’t like your eyes anyway.”

Luagarne muttered. Encred came up with an indifferent attitude and looked around.

There were also groups of soldiers and others with different weapons, who had fled after fighting earlier.

Those carrying spears, crossbows, short swords, etc. surrounded the area, and the administrator was at the center.

Encred stood up and stared at the administrator, who twitched his eyes and smiled.

“I told you to come to the mansion and rest for a while before you go, so why are you making such a big deal out of it?”

The surrounding situation, the surrounding forces, the people captured.

Everything came into view. The blue sky and the trees with winter flowers on one side.

Flowers bloom even in the midst of filth.

That thought occurred to me. I still don’t know the character of the lord kneeling before me, but I intuitively thought that the five guarding this place seemed gentle, and the innkeeper who promised to protect his child also came to mind.

Besides that, there must have been flowers in this city that he had never seen before.

But that filth will pollute, uproot, and rot the flower, and it will become more so as time goes by.

It will become an uninhabitable place for people.

It was a fact that could be known even without being able to foresee the future, without thinking deeply, and without being a wise man.

That was just the way it was.

Leaving his thoughts aside, Encred asked, questioning the other person’s actions.

“What are you believing in that makes you come out?”

I was being honest. These numbers, distances, locations, and even troops were all meaningless.

“That’s true.”

Luagarne also agreed.

With or without the crossbow, this level of power was not enough to contain Encred.

“How dare you!”

The lord, tied up with ropes, shouted at the magistrate as if spitting out blood. His eyes were bloodshot.

“Were you the one who made up the story?”

The city was ruled by three criminal guilds and the administrators were just idiots who depended on them, that was what the lord knew, but it was the other way around.

The administrator was the one who paved the way for those three guilds to run rampant in the city. This was even before the current lord was driven out.

And all this was just a game for the administrators.

I watched the lord of the castle throw a tantrum and the leaders of the three guilds brag about how great they are.

It was fun. It was fun to watch.

All the effort that went into ruling this entire city was put into it by the Iron Knight, and now all of it was thrown into disarray.

He stepped forward because he could not deal with those so-called ‘knights’ without stepping forward himself.

Because this is a fight over who will be the first to strike.

The administrator thought so and said.

“You stay still. It’s been harder for me to keep you alive.”

Encred looked at the situation as it was unfolding and thought that the administrator was the one behind the three criminal guilds.

So was this a threat? No, Encred knew it instinctively.

That no one in this place can stop a single stroke of his sword.

Even if the goddess of fortune were to bless or favor one of the soldiers, it would be difficult.

And it won’t end with just one block.

Because he had a will that never dried up and never stopped, Encred was able to do something that other knights at his current level could not do: cut and cut without getting tired.

There were probably few people who were confident that they were superior to Encred at the moment.

It is often said that the ability to cut cloth is a metaphor, but Encrid was truly capable of doing so.

“Shoot!”

The commander suddenly shouted, and at those words all the crossbowmen pulled their triggers.

Tiddydiddying!

The strings, made of animal sinew and such, plucked and fired dozens of bolts.

Encred drew his sword and swung it at a speed that was too fast for the average person to see.

Tata dadadang!

The bolts were all hit by the magic created by the sword strike and fell to the floor.

The afterimage left by the sword’s passage, with the silver side of the blade mixed with black, looked like black thread was being embroidered on the silver side.

Luagarne was good at fighting using her surroundings. That’s what she did.

Encred moved slightly behind him to block the arrows. Since he was behind him, not a single bolt passed through.

Everyone’s mouths dropped open. Of all the people gathered here, only the administrator knew Encred’s true identity.

Clap clap clap!

The administrator clapped his hands. It was an expression of admiration.

“That’s amazing!”

He was serious. I couldn’t help but be amazed at the skill with which he could block and deflect dozens of bolts with just one sword.

The lord who was glaring at the administrator also had his mouth open.

I knew he was an incredibly good fighter from watching him fight earlier, but this was beyond anything else.

But since he was called the Iron Knight, I guess this might be natural.

The lord had never seen a knight fight before, so he was surprised by the huge difference between what he knew in his head and what he saw with his eyes.

I saw it before, but you showed off your amazing talent again.

Encred was about to swing his sword at the magistrate.

He lifts his feet and flies his body, swinging his sword down. There is no break in the line that continues, so this is the continuous sword strike he learned from Oara.

It was a sword that seemed slow, but was actually fast because it never stopped.

Encred felt everything around him being pushed back.

It was something I felt every time I stepped into a gap that split time.

It was a speed that could not be reacted at unless it was a knight.

Since the enemy was clearly revealed, it was enough to cut him down. There was no reason to worry about that. Encred lowered his sword like that.

Boom, boom!

There were two noises. It was a swing of the sword and then a pulling back. It was a technique that transferred all the pulling force along with the downward force to the opponent’s head.

As he stepped back, Encred felt something strange in the sensation left in his hand.

It was hard and tough. It’s not that it didn’t cut, but it didn’t feel like it was cutting a person.

“Get out!”

But the mouth of the man whose head was split in two by a sword was split open and he screamed.

With that scream, an invisible pressure pushed Encred forward.

Normally, he would have retreated from that power, but Encrid also released invisible power. It was a releasing technique he had learned from Audin.

What may seem natural to you may be surprising to others.

The invisible hand spell was passed over without any meaning.

“This is really great!”

The magistrate shouted again. Encred looked again, his sword hanging down, and saw a new head growing inside the split skull.

The administrator must have had some corner of his trust, otherwise he would have had no reason to come forward.

He brought out the strength hidden within me.

The newly growing head had no mouth. Only eyes existed. Soon, the administrator’s body, which had been a human body, melted like candle wax and turned into a brown lump.

Tendons and such were visible on the surface, and a single horizontal line was visible across the entire body, floating in the air.

In reality, he had transformed by having the power of a demon transplanted into him, but to everyone else, he just looked like a demon.

I couldn’t help but be surprised when I saw this, since he had been a human until just a moment ago and had become a monster.

“……A monster?”

“Evil Eye?”

The lord and the spearman spat out a word each. Evil Eye was a rare monster even in the demon realm, possessing the curse of telekinesis and petrification.

It was a creature with only large eyes, but it lost the vocal organs that it had until just now, so of course it couldn’t speak like before.

As it was a being born from some kind of experiment, it was actually slowly losing its reason at this point.

So what’s left? The power of the demon remains.

Evil Eye used his telekinesis to exert pressure on the threat before him.

Once again, something like an intangible rock flew towards Encred, but Encred withstood it all with his strength.

Something was pushing him, but it wasn’t as strong as when Audyn pushed him or Rem hit him.

Evil Eye was a rare creature, but it was a half-psychic creature born as a test subject.

I don’t know what the original Evil Eye in the Demon Realm was like, but the telekinesis it was using right now was just so-so.

‘At best, I’ll probably just get knocked out.’

That was the case when I measured his strength. It’s not that Pel neglects strength training, but it’s true that he’s behind compared to others.

So it was okay to just hold on. Then Evil Eye snatched the spears from the hands of the surrounding soldiers.

Twenty spears floated in the air, aiming for Encred. They were aimed at his entire body, including his head, back of his head, and shins.

By wielding the blade with psychic power, it was possible for twenty spearmen to stab at the blade at the same time. Normally, at best, three to five would be able to attack at the same time.

No matter how well a soldier holding a spear positions himself, his body takes up space.

But the power of telekinesis made it possible.

Twenty spears aimed at the entire body from the head to the calves.

It was also a spear blade that flew with Pel’s strength.

Encred held a sword made of gold in his right hand and a spark in his left. He did not draw it, but only held it. The spearheads were soon aimed at him and rained down.

Encred took a deep breath and waited. He pulled his chin halfway and pulled out the weapons he was holding in both hands, just as the flying spear blade came within striking range of his weapons.

Kagagang! Bbaebok!

The trajectory drawn by the ink broke the blade and the sparks lightly split the spear shaft.

Both weapons had above-average cutting power, and the skill of the person wielding them was also excellent. This was the result.

“wow.”

One of the soldiers exclaimed in admiration without knowing what was going on.

Because it’s usually a series of events that are difficult to see.

It wasn’t his fault.

If psychic powers were Evil Eye’s first talent, he had another talent. The demon gathered the remaining dregs of reason within his instincts and transmitted his will through mental waves.

-Really! Can you fight without even seeing?

Evil Eye opened his eyes. The horizontal line opened and vomited out a gray light. It was the curse of petrification.

“Everyone, bow your heads!”

Luagarne watched and spoke. Everyone bowed their heads at those words.

The man who was called a fool grabbed the heads of my colleagues and pushed them down. The lord also quickly lowered his head.

“Huh? Ugh, ugh.”

Several soldiers and members of the criminal guild who had been watching blankly due to the slow reaction turned to stone.

With a cracking sound, everything from the eyes to the entire body turned into a gray statue.

Encred also lowered his gaze.

In fact, it would have been safe to look at him because he was possessed by something more than the curse of petrification. But Encred did not know that.

So is it disadvantageous?

No, it wasn’t. Fighting without seeing? It’s not that difficult.

“I’ll try to block it by covering my eyes.”

It was one of Saxon’s training methods. It was to fight by detecting movement while being invisible.

Even if you look with your eyes, Saxon occasionally shows movements that disappear, but if you fight with your eyes closed, what is this? Even detecting it was a task in itself.

There were days like that. Days when I trained with Saxony.

Encred also enjoyed it and did not rest despite the slow growth, and drew it every day without giving up.

Conditions are much easier now compared to then.

I could see a shadow under the floating thing, smell something, and hear a sound.

The curse of petrification cast by Evil Eye would be an unavoidable curse for most people, but not for Encred.

‘No one from the Mad Knights will eat it.’

If only Christ were excluded, then yes.

If I get hit at this level, I’ll just feel like all the days I spent training were wasted.

Encred saw the shadow moving and figured out its location.

Evil Eye’s eyes cast a curse that turns one to stone, but it was useless to those who could not see.

Then the bastard used his psychic powers to spit out the fallen blades and bolts.

Encred swung his sword nonchalantly and struck them all down.

He approached the monster with leisurely steps. As he approached, he raised his sword.

He had his head bowed, his sword held in both hands and raised high into the sky.

The shadow stretched out the form of Evil Eye and Encred, bringing them into the lord’s sight.

He couldn’t even close his eyes and just stared at the floor. The shadow he saw looked like the blade of a guillotine. Soon the blade fell.

Whoosh. Boom. Swish.

An eye the size of an average adult male was split in half, and black blood was sprayed everywhere.

puck.

The body that had been floating in the air fell to the ground. Some of the blood sprayed out splashed onto the back of the lord’s head, the back of his hands, and his face.

It was hot and had a strong bloody smell. A few drops ran down his back. He could have flinched at the smell and the unpleasantness, but the lord just kept his head down.