Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 600

600. Walking Fire

What is walking fire?

This is a proverbial spell, meaning a spell that should not be used.

So why was walking fire banned?

Sometimes, spells were created by borrowing the power of those who existed in another world, and sometimes they were created by creating magical power within the world of the spell and then using it.

The former is called a borrowing spell and the latter is called a creation spell, and among them, walking fire falls into the realm of creation spells.

It all started with an incident caused by an unprecedented monster called the Salamander.

“Everything that burns is beautiful.”

At that time, there was a genius who was obsessed with fire, and he was obsessed with creating some form made of fire.

The Walking Fire spell was one of them. And it was also the most corrupt and failed spell.

All that is needed to implement a spell is a sacrifice and the life of the implementer.

‘The number of sacrifices required is one hundred people of any race who can endure the suffering of being burned to death.’

This is where the implementer’s lifetime comes in, and theoretically the orderer is dead when the order is implemented.

It wasn’t called a golden spell for nothing. The walking fire spell was in the realm of creation spells, as it was inspired by the unknown being called the salamander, but it also touched on the borrowing spell.

The genius solved the problem of the spell by borrowing the name of the demon god who controls the flames of the magic realm.

Then, you might wonder if it wouldn’t be okay to brainwash a somewhat trained magician to implement a spell in this way, but no, that wouldn’t be possible.

The walking fire spell is so difficult that only the most skilled wizards can even attempt it.

From controlling magic power to creating spirits, if anything goes wrong, the implementer will either burn to death or explode.

It was a spell that only those with talent could succeed if they risked their lives.

This was a spell that no normal wizard would implement, but if it was successful, it would be a fatal spell.

A ‘walking fire’ will not go out until its role is over.

It moved using the magical power flowing through nature as fuel.

Esther was a witch, explorer and researcher of magic.

As Esther nodded to the question Encred asked, thoughts about the spell ‘Walking Fire’ passed through her mind.

To add a few more, it is a spell that expands the area of ​​destruction by removing the area of ​​control, and if you encounter it and the target is yourself, it is difficult to avoid.

‘What if I were you?’

Esther came up with several answers in a flash, but all of them were possible because she was a witch and a star explorer.

There was nothing a mere swordsman could do here.

“why?”

Esther asked. The mirror she had given her only reflected Encred’s face. The conversation they could have had was fragmentary.

Although it was a spec object that I had created myself, it didn’t have much magical power, so it wasn’t a tool that I could use for long conversations.

“Because I need it. Tell me what you know.”

The man on the other side of the mirror spoke, and Esther read the urgency in his tone, so she didn’t ask why he was asking any further. She simply relayed what she had just remembered, in the most concise manner possible.

“Who can endure until the magic power runs out in front of them?”

Encred asked in the middle. He was definitely in a hurry. You could tell just by looking at him cutting across the front and back.

Esther understood and said that too.

“Even if it were possible, I wouldn’t recommend it.”

No matter how I look at it, it seems like he’s saying he’ll step forward himself, and if he does, he’ll either burn to death or become half-burned and disabled.

But of course, her opinion was not accepted.

“That might be a way too.”

On the other side of the mirror, Encred muttered and disappeared. The mirror soon returned to its original dull surface.

Esther rose from her seat.

The words and the situation that was going on came into my head.

If she had already seen the walking fire, it would be too late for her to go. But she also learned something through Encred.

‘If you stop because it’s too late, nothing will happen.’

The fastest thing to do was to move the moment you realize it. That’s how Esther took off.

* * *

The mirror Esther gave me was a spec object that reacted when I held it in both hands and thought of her.

As Encred took his hand off the mirror, thinking about what to do next, the mirror returned to its original state.

There was no time to even exchange greetings. Encred put the mirror aside and took off his scale armor.

If I had decided to hold out, this armor would only be a hindrance. I took off everything, starting with the blue cloak, and put on only a thin short-sleeved shirt, then put on my sword belt and weapons.

He had disarmed and re-armed so many times that his movements were more nimble and skillful than those of a soldier who had served for over twenty years.

“What are you doing?”

Luagarne asked.

“Because it’s hot.”

It’s not something I should be saying now that the early winter cold has arrived.

“Fire!”

“Eww!”

“Fire walks!”

“Dreary!”

It was a situation where the word “hot” really suited the situation, with screams coming from the unknown monsters and the occasional scream.

“Huh? What is this?”

Luagarne is a cider that greatly inflates the ball.

“then.”

Encred got up and ran. Before he had even crossed the square, he saw the walking fire. It was still there. People were burning to death and buildings were burning as long stick-like things emerged from the outstretched arms.

Phew!

An explosion occurred in the area where the oil was stored, sending black smoke billowing into the air. Along with an acrid smell, vision was momentarily blocked.

People would panic even more if they couldn’t see ahead.

“What the heck, what is this?”

“It’s hot, it’s hot!”

“Eww!”

Among the screams of the people, the knight’s senses clearly recognized the presence of the enemy and the spell. He didn’t even need to open his eyes to confirm it.

Encred bent his left knee halfway and did what he could do at the moment.

pop!

He kicked the ground and drew a horizontal line. The blade, refined with ink, cut through part of the outer surface of the spell ‘Walking Fire’. The experience so far was not just a vain death.

‘If you cut the body, it will burst. If you cut it deeply, it will burst. If you cut a part of the body larger than a certain size, it will burst.’

The explosion that occurred would cause an aftershock that would suck in everything around it. After that aftershock, another explosion would occur, sending embers flying in all directions, burning everything in sight.

Each of those sparks was comparable to a fire spell cast by a wizard.

Don’t cut it, hold on. Until all your magic power is used up.

The moment Encred decided to hold out, he knew this would be a battle of patience.

So what should we do right now?

‘I’m sorry.’

It’s like cutting off the flames of the bastard, just enough to keep it from exploding. So that the power is consumed a little faster, so that no matter how much you shout, he won’t look back at you, so that you can attract at least some of his attention.

So that while he does that, people can escape.

Encrid did just that.

Is this something close to acrobatics? Yes, it is.

Is it really that dangerous? Right?

But it wasn’t something that couldn’t be attempted.

Starting with what he learned from Saxon, his five senses were trained, and his body was equipped through the technique of isolation through Audin.

With the addition of two combinations and the concentration of one point, swordsmanship has entered the realm of art.

The two blue fires shining through the black smoke were the artist drawing the line.

The line immediately cut and sliced ​​off part of the body of the walking fire.

Some of the cut embers or sparks scattered into the air and disappeared.

A fight that started out as an attempt to endure could have been the path to victory.

He held his sword firmly and focused. The boldness of the beast’s heart allowed him to fully utilize his instincts in the fight.

The heart of the beast did not only grant boldness.

It was more useful to erase all those reactions of closing your eyes and flinching at the sight of an approaching blade.

What this means is that you can make judgments when your eyes are closed or when you flinch. You can decide the direction of your actions in the gaps of your instincts.

Rem’s favorite impromptu axe-splitting technique was based on a similar principle.

Encred did the same. Even after doing this, the walking fire did not react to Encred.

“Walking fire!”

From behind, a surprised Luagarne’s scream was heard, and as she continued to cry, another voice was heard a little later.

“Idiots! Get back to the mansion!”

It was a voice I had heard several times throughout the day. It was Lord Louis running out and shouting.

The swarm of people caught Encred’s net of senses. The walking fire hand headed in that direction.

If this isn’t done, dozens of people will die.

“Baby, baby!”

In the meantime, a person who was running crouched down on the ground and covered the child with his body, as if the child had fallen. I could picture the situation even without seeing it with my own eyes.

A mother protects her child by covering him with her body as he falls while running.

If you want to save everyone, you can finish what you were doing. But then the child and the mother will die.

Should we sacrifice some to save the whole?

There was nothing to worry about.

The golden blade flew from below to above, fluttering like a swallow.

The blade cut off the arm of the walking fire.

Hurrruk!

There was a huge fire and a bang.

Encred grabbed the fireball-themed creature with legs and arms and what looked like a head and rolled to one side.

When you burn, you should get blisters and vesicles, but without even that process, your whole body started burning.

My clothes were burning, my skin was burning, and a terrible pain was rushing in. No matter how much patience I had, I couldn’t help but drool and my whole body was shaking. Of course, I didn’t even feel the drool flowing. It all evaporated.

“Idiot! Enki!”

After that, Luagarne comes running.

Encrid saw that even in the agony of death, this was better.

The winter flower has been burned, but Delma has not yet burned, and Luagarne has not yet died.

Hururuk.

Another day was passing by. After the blackout, the boatman came out. The atmosphere was similar to that of the previous boatman.

Sometimes his personality would change suddenly like a temperamental twelve-year-old child, but this time, the same atmosphere continued for quite a long time.

“Even dreams are wild.”

The boatman said.

“What are you talking about?”

“I told you that I would let you go with someone you were going to protect because you didn’t want to run away alone. What are you going to do? Protect tomorrow? How arrogant. How arrogant.”

“Oh, I see.”

Encred replied vaguely, lost in thought.

When I woke up, I had too little time to think. Even if I accelerated my thinking, it wasn’t enough.

There is experience and time accumulated by repeating today over and over again, but wouldn’t it be good to utilize this time as well?

“You won’t be able to get over it that way.”

As soon as the boatman finished speaking, another day began. When I opened my eyes, it was the same moment when I woke up from my nap again.

‘That way?’

The boatman’s words struck him as odd, but Encred had something to try today, so he ran as soon as he opened his eyes.

The walking fire enters the city on foot, burning the surroundings. He feels ominous and wakes up. Immediately afterwards, the fire begins to spread.

The question here is, what if we encounter him before he enters the city?

Encred made this hypothesis. What he saw as he ran was a walking fire that had already entered the city. And this time, it was difficult to even put up a proper fight.

‘I should have taken off my armor.’

I missed it because I was trying to waste time. It wasn’t easy to take off my armor while running.

Encred tried to buy time by kicking off the ground and running over the building, but the result was the same. The hypothesis was wrong. The walking fire had already entered the city.

Instead, we got to see the scene where he started everything.

They picked up a carriage in front of the city gate, and a couple of horses and horse troughs from the stable next to the gate, but the people were still on the verge of death.

Some people watch the walking fire, wondering what is going on.

Some people screamed when they saw the horse die.

An old man who appeared to be a stable keeper was also seen striking the walking fire with a pitchfork.

Hurrruk!

ugh-

A prison of flames, from which not even a scream escaped, burned the old stable keeper.

Looking at that, Encrid had that thought.

‘I need to know more.’

After that, he fought and died, feeling his skin being burned by the heated armor.

“It’s a mess.”

Today is the day again, leaving the nagging captain behind.

Is it as feat to take off scale armor while running as to catch a flying arrow? It is easier than that, but it requires a lot of skill for the person actually doing it. Taking it off is difficult. Another method was needed.

‘Let’s not take it off.’

Encrid cut the armor straps with the shortsword he received from Eitri.

“You said it was expensive?”

Luagarne said something when she saw that, but that wasn’t important right now.

As soon as he wakes up, he runs, breaks the armor, charges, and dies again.

“Stupid.”

After hearing the captain’s scolding, we face another day.

‘Let’s also reduce the time it takes to pack the sword belt.’

He gives up cutting his armor straps and putting on his coat. He runs forward holding only a single sword.

I’ve spent several todays but haven’t really gotten anything out of them.

‘information.’

The next day I ran and pulled out a mirror.

By this time, Encred had become a master at taking off his clothes while running.

I never thought that I would master this skill by repeating the same thing over and over again today.

“You know the walking fire thing? The golden spell, the one that burns until your magic power runs out. Tell me more about it.”

Esther on the other side of the mirror was momentarily confused, then told me what she knew. I listened to a few words as I ran. I repeated today over and over again, building it up.

That’s what I found out again.

‘Somehow, it seems like the more we fight, the bigger it gets.’

It grows in size by drawing on surrounding magical power. It does so by killing living beings.

Since it is a spell that is implemented by eating the offering, you have to continue eating the offering in the same way.

That is, the bastard is weakest before he kills anyone. If he kills even one person, he becomes stronger.

I figured it out, but Encrid failed again.

“I thought you were arrogant, but your hair is just for decoration?”

The boatman was getting really annoyed. He should be happy that Encred was stuck today, but he looked upset on the outside.