Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 598

598. Just three days

Evil Eye, the city, the people, the crime guild, all of this was actually a trap, a snare.

And the apostle of the Magical Church who prepared this trap did not underestimate his goal when he undertook this task.

Not at all, not at all.

‘Would a knight be susceptible to someone like Evil Eye?’

No way. That’s why Apostle Anella didn’t tell anyone her plan.

It was to prevent the other party from noticing all these arrangements. She sent her subordinates to the death.

“Go, go and show me your power. Do you think he could cut you down without even looking? What if he uses his telekinesis to stab you in the heart? Just because he’s a knight doesn’t mean he’s immortal.”

“I will definitely bring that bastard’s head. I will bring it and offer it to the demon.”

She sent a believer with an evil eye, but the target was not defeated. Her prediction was correct.

As Evil Eye died and the connected image was severed, the vision also disappeared.

The apostle sat down quietly on the dirty dirt, his hands clasped together in a prayerful posture.

Those who knew Apostle Anella called her the Angel of Disaster. Why was she called that? Because of her ability. She could use forbidden spells that originated from disasters by sacrificing her life and sacrifice. And this time, what she prepared was ‘walking fire’.

Forbidden spells are basically about prolonging life. She especially studied spells that sacrifice life. That was the structure that perfectly utilized her power.

When she first began preparing, she saw that the spell would burn half of her life.

After seeing and feeling Encred’s presence, I changed my mind.

Especially how surprised I was when he followed my gaze with a fork and threw it.

That’s why it was a pity.

‘It’s a shame, it’s a shame again.’

Why did the talented person that the Magical Church should have embraced go down such a wrong path?

There was no turning back now. I had already told him to turn back several times, to seek the light, but he did not. So now all that was left was to punish him.

Didn’t they use that one city as bait for that?

As the saying goes, the bigger the bait, the better, so she threw the city.

The poor soul who had to be together under such light took the bait.

‘Oh, the drinker.’

She also had the ability to suck the life out of others like the Apostle of Curse, and with that life she could cast ridiculous spells.

She did so. She brought disaster. She recited the spell in the name of the demon.

She burned all the lifespan she had accumulated so far. She had predicted half of it, but it was an impossible task. She burned most of her lifespan to complete the spell.

“Come out, fire that covets the sun.”

Blood flowed from her eyes, and a figure of flame rose in front of her, resembling a human. It was smaller than a giant, but larger than a human. The surging flames burned its entire body like fur. Of course, there were no facial features. There was no reason. This was just a spell.

Instead, the creature had legs. Hence the name of the spell: ‘Walking Fire’.

The fire was on. It was aimed at the cross guard.

* * *

The tranquility, the chirping of birds, the harmony of winter flowers and blue skies took Encrid into another world for a moment.

I fell asleep for a short time. It wasn’t a long sleep. It was just a short time. It was a peaceful nap.

Then, Encred suddenly felt his sleep disappear. His body responded according to instinct. It was a light sleep without any dreams, but his sixth sense suddenly kicked in.

A dizzying sense of foreboding stabbed my heart. Why? The reason? My gaze turned away.

Whoosh whoosh.

I could see flames rising from afar. Anyone could tell that it was a fire started artificially.

‘Why is it warm?’

A warm breeze, no, a hot wind full of ominousness blew through the winter wind.

He jumps up and looks around to see what’s going on.

In the distance, I saw a man with his whole body on fire running away, screaming.

“Eww!”

It was a fire. To be exact, it was a monster made of fire. Some of the flames that made up its entire body from its shoulders to its head rose into the air, and its feet made of fire seemed to be walking in the air, floating above the ground.

When I looked at it, it seemed infinitely light, but when I checked what he had done, it seemed dizzyingly heavy.

There is no speech. Fire cannot speak.

It just caused a fire.

“What is this?”

Delma, who was fetching water, came face to face with the flames. The child was unlucky.

A few of the conversations they had before taking a nap flashed through Encred’s head.

Delma will inherit the inn. If she doesn’t die, she will, but if we leave her alone, she will burn to death.

Whoosh whoosh.

The winter flowers burned to ash. The trees caught fire, and a path of fire led behind him.

The moment Encred looked directly at the fire monster was the beginning. With a roar, fire spread to everything around him.

It is the moment when the flames turn your face red and the heat engulfs your entire body.

Encred drew his sword and charged.

He puts his foot out and swings his sword. He uses his will to cut down his opponent.

All movements were done in one breath and without any unnecessary detail.

Phew!

‘I don’t feel anything.’

Paching.

At the same time, a strange sound rang in Encred’s ears. The sound came from the sword in his hand. Blue light shattered and scattered like glass breaking across the blade.

‘It’s a magic spell that Esther cast.’

The magic had dispersed. The walking fire reached out. Encred reflexively extended the spark and pierced the bastard’s arm.

As he spun in place, wind blew around Encrid’s body.

Hurrah!

The spark pierced the bastard’s arm, but that was it.

The outstretched hand of the walking fire had faithfully completed its mission. Encrid could not stop it.

The flames stretched out like a thread and reached Delma.

Phew!

Flames shot up and exploded. Delma couldn’t even scream.

He simply extended his hand, and the flames engulfed Delma faster than an arrow. Instead of screams, the smell of burning flesh filled the surroundings. Other flames that had stretched out like threads soon turned into raging flames.

“Hot!”

Encred retrieved the spark and brought down his longsword with a shout. The blade severed the man’s arm. The severed arm flew sideways and struck a city building, where it exploded.

Boom! The air compressed and swept through the surroundings like a storm. Explosions followed.

“Eww!”

“Save me!”

“Why, why!”

“Ugh!”

“Lenny? Lennyeeeeee!”

A hell made of fire spread out before his eyes. The pressure from the explosion pushed his body away, but Encred held on. He took in the devastation that had occurred. Everything was burning.

People, buildings, children, Delma, inns, fools, lovers, families, fathers, mothers, everything.

“What are you?”

Encred asked, feeling even more uncomfortable. The dizzying sense of foreboding still lingered.

“Forbidden words spell? It’s walking fire!”

Then I heard Luagarne speak.

The conclusion was this.

Encrid couldn’t cut the flames. He just threw flames and ended up burning everything.

Luagarne also died after being burned, and Encred held on until the end and then died.

Burning to death was more painful than drying to death. My whole body was burning, and this was a pain that was hard to compare to.

It was clearly on fire, and it felt like spears made of icicles were stabbing me all over.

Encrid is dead. It’s a blackout. This blackout was long.

Then, as if it had been waiting, a shaking came.

Swaying.

It was the bow of the ship, where the current swayed the body. The boatman was looking at him and smiling. Encred couldn’t help but smile along with that smile.

“Are you happy?”

The boatman asked.

At the last moment, Encred reflexively held on and watched everything burn.

A tree that bloomed even in winter was burned.

The inn was on fire.

Delma rode.

Luagarne rode.

I rode it myself.

“Isn’t it your turn to enjoy yourself?”

The boatman’s next words were heard. Then the next words.

“Let’s have some more fun and then come back and talk.”

After the boatman spoke, before Encred could reply, the black river disappeared, and the purple lamps blurred and scattered.

Everything was scattered like grains of sand.

Encred opened his eyes and realized that it was not morning.

‘Right after waking up from a nap?’

Was sleep the key to turning back the day? No. Was it the boatman’s trick? Maybe so.

There was no time to think long. The reason he opened his eyes was because he felt ominous.

I felt the same this time too.

It’s ominous and ominous. And I know what’s going to happen this time. It’s because I’ve repeated today.

Encred opened his eyes and jumped up from his seat.

“Whoa! What’s wrong? Are you surprised?”

Thelma, who was nearby, spilled the water in her cup and said in surprise.

“Go to your uncle.”

Encred spoke and jumped to one side. Towards the source of the heat that could not be called a breeze.

Hururuk.

“what?”

“What kind of crazy guy is playing a prank?”

“Fire, fire!”

The presence of blazing flames and walking fire was clearly felt.

Encred ran and drew his sword. Chiririring. The tip of the sword rose into the sky and fell in one breath.

pop!

Encred’s black fire split. The split fire spread to the left and right, causing an explosion.

Blue light scattered like grains of sand on the blade. The magic was broken. Flames burst. It cut but did not cut.

“No, you can’t ring. It’s a walking fire.”

After hearing Luagarne’s words again, Encrid did not die in an instant. Her body, trained over time, was able to withstand the flames, and the walking fire did not target her first.

“Look at me!”

Encred followed the bastard and shouted, but he was not a rational being.

Once again the flames engulfed everything around them.

“Delma!”

The child who was supposed to inherit the inn dies. The adult who tried to protect the child dies. It’s happening again.

“Do it one more time.”

The boatman recommended the same day again. It was an irresistible demand.

Encred faced this short day once again.

From the moment he woke up today, Encred’s thoughts had accelerated to a frightening degree.

‘Can’t we meet before we come in?’

‘If you lack magic, how about something like Luagarne’s whip?’

‘Should we consider it an irregular monster?’

‘Lua knows something. She used to shout that she was a walking fire.’

At the end of an accelerated accident, the determination, judgment, and action that Seongju Louis admired shone through.

“Lua!”

As I shouted for Will, my colleague, Prock, ran out from one side.

Encred had two choices today.

One was to borrow a whip, and the other was to ask about walking fire.

It was not the time to discuss calmness, so I reached out first.

“Give me the whip. Let me borrow it.”

There was no time for long talk. Luagarne blinked once and released the whip.

Luagarne read Encred’s earnestness.

Luagarne did not hesitate, believing that he was not the type of person to say something like that unless it was something serious.

Encred, holding the whip in his left hand, knew that he was not very good at handling such a weapon.

So there is no way? No, there isn’t. He wrapped a whip around his sword and ran.

A ‘walking fire’ greeted him.

And the whip was burned, and the magic of the sword was broken. The flames did not cut.

“One more time.”

The boatman said one more time.

In today’s repetition, Encrid asked questions instead of whipping.

“What is walking fire?”

Even when asked outright, Luagarne answered instead of asking why. It must have been because she had read the urgency in Encred’s words.

“Walking fire? Are you talking about the forbidden spell? It’s a spell that, when cast, burns everything before its magic dissipates and then disappears.”

Then, should I make it consume magic power?

If you keep cutting it? But if you cut it, it will get cut and explode. If it’s not in the city, wouldn’t it be able to survive? What if you lure it outside?

“Look at me, follow me!”

The irrational flames did not respond to provocation or human desperation.

The ‘walking fire’ used by the cultists was indoctrinated to burn down the city.

The fire did so. The entire city was a trap, a bait.

Encred repeated the day, realizing that this was all a trap set by someone, but that didn’t make a difference.

Twenty-eight todays have passed.

Encred burned and burned again, and twenty-eight times he saw Thelma and the fool, people, buildings, and winter flowers burn and black smoke fill the blue sky.

The boatman was sitting on the deck, drinking tea. He placed the lamp on one side and lifted the teacup to his lips. It was the first time Encred had seen such a sight.

Is it that happy?

“How is it? How about this wall?”

“It hurts.”

Encrid answered honestly. Dying was truly painful enough to drive a person crazy.

What’s more painful than that is that you can’t see the path.

“Yeah, it hurts. Should I tell you a good way?”

“yes.”

“You can run away. It won’t chase you.”

Encrid did not listen to those words. He died again. Sixty more todays were added.

“Shall I tell you another way? Hide, you fool. If you don’t want to run away alone, take the person you see with you and escape the flames. Shall I also tell you where to hide? Yes, I will. Have you seen the underground shelter? That should be enough.”

Encred didn’t listen to that. Eighty more todays were added.

Until now, the captain would just say what he wanted to say and send the passengers on their way.

He did so as if he knew that Encred would not listen to him.

It was the point where I returned from being burned to death once again. It was a hell where I couldn’t even afford to count the days.

“I will ask.”

The boatman opened his mouth while standing. The lamp light did not waver, and there were no teacups or chairs. It was just as I had seen it for the first time. The boat, the black river, the boatman, the purple lamp, and the strange being with no eyes, nose, or mouth.

There was nothing moving except the rippling river water.

The boatman asked from beneath the darkness of his hood that concealed his mouth.

“How far will you protect it?”

Encred felt the heat of his exhalation. He had just died from the insides of his body burning from the madness of biting into fire.

“What does that mean?”

The experience of burning guts was not very enjoyable, no matter how you packaged it.

“If the meeting between people is called fate, then I am talking about the depth of that fate.”

The boatman spoke again. Encrid was a good listener, so this time he understood the gist of it.

The boatman spoke again without waiting for Encred’s answer.

“It’s a three-day relationship. It’s a three-day relationship that’s not all that favorable to you.”

Encred looked at the boatman. His eyes, which had not been visible before, as well as his nose and mouth, began to appear.

“There are three days left before today. Judge for yourself. Is it right to risk your life for something that won’t happen just because of those three days?”

As soon as the boatman finished speaking, Encred’s day began to repeat itself, the time before he fell into a nap came to mind.

A three-day relationship, just three days. Is it worth risking your life for something like that?

The boatman’s question was like this.