Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 643

643. The Devil and the Tobacco Fight

“Stay still.”

After cutting up the one-killer, Encred put down his sword and exhaled twice to calm his breathing before speaking.
Everyone seemed to be breathing carefully at those words. In fact, even if he hadn’t said that, everyone would have been speechless.
After speaking, Encred briefly reflected on his inner thoughts.
His limbs were trembling from the strain. His entire body’s muscles were complaining of fatigue.
No matter how much he had exerted all his strength to ‘maintain’.

‘It’s hard.’

It was inevitable that fatigue would weigh on my whole body. It was a fight worth fighting.
And now, the parts of Oara’s fight that I had just overlooked were being interpreted and entered the realm of understanding. Now, I had not missed anything that Oara had shown me in her dream. Joy and delight surged through my heart.

‘Wavebreaker Sword.’

I created a swordsmanship that was not just a technique, but also organized the meaning, implementation method, and even the training method.
I couldn’t help but feel like I had stepped into a new world. As
several theories and things I knew were mixed together, something else came to mind.

‘Not now.’

I knew it intuitively. This was something that needed to be sorted out over time, not something that needed an instant flash of inspiration.
In other words, inspiration was enough. Therefore, it was not something to do now.
I also needed rest. Accelerating and dividing my thoughts and fighting, not just my body, was an act of mental exhaustion, no matter how I tried to explain it.
Regardless of my physical condition, right now was not the time to talk about rest.

‘The one-killer is dead, but the magic is still there.’

Shinar pretended to be fine on the outside, but her buttocks were twitching, so to speak.
She stopped as she tried to get up. She had done so because Encred had said, “Stay still.”
The man with black hair and blue eyes who had said those words approached her. He didn’t seem crazy at all now.
Shinar saw light in Encred, just like those who had been saved by him. The source of light had disappeared because the demon emitting orange light was dead. Even in the dull darkness that had descended, he could see light.

Bussss.

The sword that had lasted two days was now shattered and scattered, leaving only the handle.
Encred placed the sword, which had only the handle left, on the scabbard and tore the cloth to wrap it tightly.
Meanwhile, the fairy Brisa lifted up a new glowstone and spoke.

“……I won.”

It was a fight that I watched for two days. It was a fight that I was exhausted just by watching.
I saw several moments where the cold sweat running down my back was as terrifying as blood.
I couldn’t open my mouth easily, so I finally opened it and spoke, but that was natural. For two days, I felt like the man in front of me would die at any moment.
Also, if that man died, it would be as difficult to find hope as the charm of a human-faced dog.
Even if I used Kiaos, it would be far from killing the one-killer.

“Yeah, I won.”

Bran’s words surprised anyone present. Encrid didn’t respond to the big Woodguard’s words.
He put his sword away and approached Shinar. The elf raised his head from his chair.
The elf lifted the tip of her chin and looked at her savior with green eyes that could not be described as mysteriously beautiful.
The savior spoke. No, asked.

“Are you really four hundred and forty-eight years old?”

After a moment of silence, Sinar smiled. For the first time since the days when he played with his sisters and hung out with Aden, he smiled broadly. And he said:

“You son of a bitch.”

The word was a curse word, but there was affection in it.
Encred was happy because he had repaid the fairy jokes he had been treated to.
Fel, who was listening from behind, clicked his tongue and muttered.

“Isn’t that guy really crazy?”

Hearing that, Luagarne puffed out her cheeks. In human terms, it would be the equivalent of giggling.

“That’s very like you.”

Encred took out the spark instead of the broken silver sword and stabbed, stabbed, and cut the back of the chair. The spark was also cracked in the middle and looked like it would break at any moment.

Boom! Crunch!

How many todays have there been? I knew that the chair was something alive.
To stay still meant to wait while I deal with the chair.
While Sinar waited quietly, Encred’s sparks mercilessly cut through the stone chair.
The blood vessels hidden inside were cut and sprayed bodily fluids. Blood flowed out, a dark green color between black and green.

“It’s a chair that sucks up energy.”

Sinar said. There was something like a blood vessel left on her back, but the connection with the sucking subject was severed.

“They say you’re a courting demon, but I guess you’re not stealing my chastity. I’ve lost my chance to escape being an old maid.”
“Thank you for saving me, but I repeat, it’s really shameful to make fun of a woman’s age, whether she’s human, fairy, dwarf, or dragon.”
“I’m a bit of a loser by nature.”

Between the lame jokes, a strange current of emotion flows.
After cutting off all the blood vessels and such from the chair, Encred reached out.
Shinar grabbed his hand. One hand pulled and the other rose.
Shinar, who had raised his body, seemed to feel dizzy and fell into Encred’s arms.
The fairy’s body, which he hugged with a bang, was small. Encred hugged Shinar with one arm.

“What are you doing?”

I asked while holding her.

“Esther has been hugging me all day, but this is enough for me.”

The fairy said and left her arms. Even though she was in the labyrinth, Shinar smelled of grass and flowers. Even though she was far from her body, her scent lingered faintly and tickled her nose.
If Esther resembled the night sky, Shinar’s scent made her feel like she had entered the middle of a forest.
Encred shook his hand casually and said.

“This isn’t the end, is it?”

The demon of the magic realm said that he split my body into two.
One was to guard this place.
Then what became of the other?
Shinar knew the answer.

“Is that your intuition? Or are you saying this based on some knowledge?”

Of course, this is information gathered from the past and organized.

“I just took it.”
“If it’s just a feeling, then it’s clear that the goddess of fortune has chosen you. Yeah, it can’t be the end.”

Sinar said that this is not the end.

“What else is left?”

Bran stepped forward and asked. In his eyes, this was a day that was out of reality. He was so surprised that he couldn’t even think about biting the cigarette.
The other elves were the same.
In the meantime, a elf named Arkoiris approached and carefully removed the things stuck to Shinar’s back.
It would have been painful, but Shinar was indifferent.
The elves, who had lived with restrained emotions for a long time, were not good at expressing their emotions.
Nevertheless, they were temporarily excited.
They had killed a demon. That fact made all the fluids in their bodies boil.
It was enough to temporarily forget the fatigue that had developed from watching the fight in a semi-awakened state for two days.

“The demon of the labyrinth split in two.”

Sinar pointed to the back with an explanation. This was where we reached the end of the straight passage.
There were three more caves that could be entered from this point.

“One should be seen as a combat type that will protect this place, and the other as a production type that will eventually take over the city.”

Do demons that give birth to monsters exist? Yes.
In places that can be called a demon realm, there are usually such beings. And there are also things that protect these beings.
The demon One Killer was exactly that.
This place called the Labyrinth could be said to be similar to the demon realm in the city of Oara.
If there was a piece of Balrog there, here, there was a demon that coveted flesh and blood along with the souls of fairies.
The main body was visible in the place that Shinar had guided.
It was a huge lump of flesh. There was no other way to describe this shape. If the lump of flesh had a mouth, it would be large enough to swallow a person.
The gap in the center of the lump of flesh constantly moved, and it opened slightly to reveal the inside.
Flesh, clumps of black blood, and bone fragments were all mixed together in a form that was difficult to define.

“It’s a demon that gives birth to monsters. It’s weak to fire.”

The fairies aren’t stupid either. Shinar is no exception.
The fairies had a way to kill him, if not a one-hit kill. Encrid didn’t have to step forward.
Arkoiris took out a green stone from her bosom.

“A stone that has gathered energy is called Kiaos, and it is an object that has been processed again.”

Bran said. It was an explanation for Encred.

“What is it used for?”
“Inside this is the forest energy we’ve been collecting. If you blow it up, it’s a dud.”

Bran spoke, and struck the flint with a tick, lighting the cigarette. He blew out a puff of smoke. Seeing this, Shinar said,

“You can quit smoking now, Bran.”

Bran was the master of Shinar, and also the master of his sisters.
The demon came with warmth and burned the city with fire, planting in Shinar the image of fire as fear and suffering.
Bran burned tobacco from then on. It was one of the efforts to erase the fear that the demon had given Shinar. It was
very rare for a tree giant to handle fire.
In fact, it was probably only Bran.
It was an effort and a desperate attempt to escape from a situation where fire was immediately fear.
No matter how fire-resistant the shell was, the natural enemy of the Woodguard was fire.

“Now it’s become difficult to last even a single day without a cigarette.”

Bran answered absently.
Signals of emotion passed through his restrained expressions.
The long years, years of being held in bondage by the devil, were about to end.

“I will stay.”

Arcoiris spoke with a calm face. It was a moment when a human would show a solemn tone and attitude.
Long story short, they needed someone who could burst the stone that had been condensed with the spirit of the forest, or in short, the processed Kiaos.
Luagarne stepped forward, puffing out her cheeks.

“Can’t we just hit it from afar and run away?”
“Each magic realm has a different structure, but the master of this labyrinth is that demon. If it dies, the labyrinth will collapse.”

Arcoiris was calm, but showed a determination not to back down. Although it was rare, when a fairy showed emotion, it meant that she was determined to do so.
The manticore and the drowned man must have been created inside.
As she spoke, the fleshy mass twitched and tried to spit something out. A hand came out of the crack and touched the floor.
It was the hand of a monster with blue and black spots and long claws.

“This is so disgusting I could die.”

That was Pel who quickly approached and cut it with his sword. Crunch! The blade of the idol slayer cut off the arm of the monster that had come out.
There was no scream. It was because the vocal organ had not yet been formed.
That demon must have recognized its own crisis.
Didn’t it expect that the being that divided its ego and only allowed battle thoughts would be defeated?
It seemed so. If not, another monster should have appeared in front of them right now, but there was nothing blocking the party.
There was only a disgusting lump of flesh that was desperately trying to make something.
Black blood moved around on the blood vessels that were bulging out on the outside. If
the thing that sensed the crisis was trying to make something, wouldn’t it be easier to destroy it than to create it?
Even though the fatigue from fighting for two days was holding their feet.

‘It’s not to the point where I can’t run.’

The rest didn’t fight, they just watched. They all probably had enough stamina to run.

“Lua?”

Encred glanced at the jewel and called out. It was a call with a connotation. The quick-witted Prock quickly understood.
If you throw it with a whip, the distance will increase.

“I think it can be done. It’s probably designed to explode when hit.”

There, it would be possible to transmit the shock in the form of a spell.
Luagarne took out her whip and wrapped it around her arm. That whip was a magical weapon.
If she threw it from a distance, it would cause an explosion and that would be it.

“I still have one hidden means left. Arcoiris. There is no need to throw away your life for nothing.”

Bran tried to convince him again and again.

“It definitely needs to be eliminated.”

Arcoiris shook his head. It was a stubborn stubbornness. His attitude was natural. It was an obsession that came from all the years of suffering he had endured.
If there was even a slight chance that the demon could survive, he couldn’t let it go.

“If it doesn’t work, you can come back and kill me again. It’ll be hard to create a one-hit kill again.”

Encred stood up and said, Just because staying and sacrificing is the sure way doesn’t mean it’s the best.

“Then let’s do that.”

Arcoiris quickly changed her stance. Encrid opened her mouth to try to persuade her in earnest, but stopped.
What, listen to me all at once.
Even a four-year-old wouldn’t be this obedient.
Oh, is a four-year-old really that far from obedient?

“Then go.”

Bran turned around. Shinar followed him.
When Luagarne measured the distance from the reach of the whip and tried to hand over Kiaos, Arcoiris hesitated.
It was a lump of energy that the Elves had condensed over decades to avoid the eyes of the demon.
If they failed, it would be difficult to create something like this again.
Encrid was thinking that he could kill the demon by slashing with his sword if he had the will to do so.
It was a feeling he had developed from fighting One Killer, but it would probably take months of swordplay to kill it.
One Killer had also been torn to pieces, but it had not died and kept wriggling.
In any case, it would be difficult to do so right now due to physical and mental fatigue.

“Give it to me. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll have to suffer for a few months.”

Encred spoke to Arkoiris, who was hesitating. This time, he became an obedient child.
Arkoiris manipulated the green crystal and handed it over. She took steps to activate it and gave it to him.

“here.”

Luagarne took it, wrapped it around the end of her whip, and spun it around.

“Like Rem.”

Encred said as he watched. The way Luagarne whipped her head around looked similar to the slings that Rem threw.

“Is this a challenge to a duel?”

Luagarne asked with great curiosity. Was he still crazy about sparring at a time like this?

“No, it just looks that way.”
“Oh, that’s not an insult.”

Luagarne spoke and cast a spell on the whip. A red light swirled around the tip of the whip and flames rose up.

Hurrruk!

It was a flame directed at the demon who approached with warmth and burned the fairy with flame.
Poetically speaking, it was a demon who lived by fire and died by fire.
As the flames enveloped Kiaos, the outer surface of the stone cracked. Luagarne quickly threw it.
The whip stretched taut and hurled a green crystal and stone forward.
The flying mass of spirit pierced the flesh demon.

puck!

“I have to run.”

Shinar said. It seemed like she had been sitting in the chair all day doing nothing, but in reality, her energy was being drained, and she couldn’t use it in the labyrinth.
Her steps lagged. Encred naturally picked Shinar up.
Bran ran well for his size. He ran with a thump, and he was quite fast despite his appearance.
The rest was nothing to say.
Encred looked back.
A green flash exploded, and light surged in from behind. The gathered energy was eradicating the demon.

Kugururung.

And the labyrinth began to collapse.
Encred had been through hundreds of todays, so he was confused about the path. No matter how good his memory was, he didn’t have the presence of mind to memorize the paths of the labyrinth. So he walked ahead, but he hesitated for a moment, and Pel passed him from behind and spoke.

“This way. Are you suddenly imitating Ragna or something?”

Encrid let out his inner voice without realizing it.

“If you go out, it’s a duel.”

A shard of broken stone fell over his head.
Pel snickered and added strength to his steps. That’s when he reached the entrance. There was no light seeping in from outside.
The entrance itself was part of the spell. The magic mirror itself was the same.
That didn’t change anything. All he had to do was run out.
Pel and Zero went out first, followed by Encred.

‘Leave my bride!’

The devil’s afterimage, or embers, swarmed him.
A blazing blade a span long fell right in front of the entrance.
It was slow to recognize it because there was no sign of life. Mental fatigue also played a role.
The last blow prepared by the devil, just in case, aimed for Shinar’s crown.
Encred’s perception of time slowed down. He perceived everything as a scene, as if it had been cut off in a high-speed accident. His insight saw the future.

‘late.’

There was no way to stop him since he was holding Shinar. Does that mean he gave up? No, that wasn’t the case.
He didn’t hesitate at all. Encred threw the dagger he had on his back without aiming.
Throwing was his limit, aiming was difficult. He only made a movement similar to flicking the dagger with his fingertips.
While he was running, he was thinking that Eitri might be disappointed because he didn’t use the dagger he had given him.
That thought brought up his current movement.
The sword that bounced off his fingertips hit Encred’s shoulder and changed its trajectory. The dagger ‘Luck’ blocked the path of the blade the devil had prepared.

Ching!

The blades crossed and the devil’s prepared means missed. The blade grazed Encred’s cheek instead of Shinar.
A small wound appeared with a slap.
As soon as the blade grazed his skin, Encred knew that it was the same as the One Killer’s body.
Pain surged from his cheek and helplessness came over his entire body. And then there was a blackout.
How long had it been since the pitch-black darkness came upon him?
The first thing he perceived was a shaking sensation.

ripple-

Then he could see where he was.
There was a river with black waves. It was a river that looked like a path to hell.
There was a being holding a purple lamp on the river.
The boatman came out to meet him as if it was a given, and the boatman’s face on the boat looked clearer than ever.