Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 651

651. The Apostles and Enlightenment.

What I had to do was to strike back at what was flying.
My body reacted on its own as I recognized and recognized it. There was no need to calculate. It was a form that put everything on the line in one strike rather than thinking about the opponent’s back. Accelerated thinking caught and stretched out the surrounding time.
Encred saw what was targeting him. It was a long skewer, a rapier. The way it was being stabbed had a strong Saxon scent.
Seeing that, I put strength into my right big toe and pulled out my penna and swung it.
The speed at which I transmitted strength from my ankle to my waist and hand was twice as fast as before.
I gave strength by bouncing my knees and fixed my shoulders, elbows, and wrists so that they would not shake.
It was a technique that emphasized strength over speed and was also called a slashing stab because it could pierce through most things if blocked clumsily.
As its name suggests, it was a sword that flew like a siege weapon that broke down a castle gate.
When techniques were added to the sword with absurd cutting power, a mystery was created.

Chick! Chick!

The head of the guy who came out with the iron skewer cut in the middle and the dirt splashed was also cut off.
The sudden movement caused wind to rise from Encred’s feet, and the sparks that flew up as he cut the blade rose like a tornado riding the wind and then collapsed.
If you looked at it without knowing anything, it looked like the sparks were suddenly wrapped around and creating a whirlwind. It was
not only blocking it with one blow, but it cut the skewer and killed its owner.
It was a harmony of skill and power that could be called magic.
Encred cut the guy like that and shook his sword. The blood on Penna fell to the floor with a thud.
And when I looked at the blade, there was not a single drop of blood. Didn’t they say that the blade’s energy was maintained even without oiling it?
However, they also said that it was good to wipe it with a special oil mixed with a certain ratio of Woodguard’s sap and Camellia flower oil once every six months.
When I nodded that I would do so, the fairy named Lafratio gave me oil that he had mixed himself.
It was a sword that was not just good, but could be called a treasure.

“It’s a good weapon.”

The man who had spoken to her first, the man with the pole, said this. Encred shook off his sword and looked forward.
It wasn’t just him who was being targeted, but it wasn’t Luagarne or Fel who would die from such a surprise attack.
As expected, both of them blocked the ambush. Luagarne used her forearm as a shield, and a hole was made, but she was a prog, so she blocked it well.
Fel quickly bent her waist back and pulled out her sword and threw it away.
Encred heard a faint sound of a “thud” in the middle. It was the sound of Fel striking the sword.
Zero jumped back in surprise, but the fairy’s nimble feet saved him. His blond hair flew into the air. There was a scratch on his forehead, but if he had been a little later, a new hole would have formed in his head instead of his eyes, nose, and ears.
Of course, if he had thought he was going to die, Encred would have blocked the guy who had been targeting him and stabbing him instead of killing him, and saved Zero, but he figured he would have blocked it.

“mind…….”

The cultist with the pole was about to say something more, but Encred was the first to make a move.
Everyone was hesitating, waiting for an opportunity to pass, but it was a moment when Encred was able to take advantage of the gap in thought.
Encred’s left hand reached forward, brushing past my chest.
A strange sound echoed in time with that gesture.

Phew!

The thing he threw was a modified Whistle Dagger. No matter how much I held and threw the Silence Dagger, I couldn’t get used to it, so I modified it to make it easier for me to use.
I added a blade to the Whistle Dagger to increase its power, so I was going to change its name.
Instead of Whistle Dagger, wouldn’t it be more appropriate to call it the Horn Trumpet Dagger?

Bubbeok!

It was also a power that matched the sound.
Encred was not lazy. He went beyond simply training his swordsmanship, and practiced every day, reflecting on what he had learned.
The dagger he threw based on the throwing technique he learned from Saxon killed three ambush attackers who had jumped out of the ground.
It was a dagger that went beyond just stabbing people in the head, and even broke them to the point of exploding.
He used three of the daggers that Eitri had made for him.
He had only brought six when he first made them, so he had three left.

‘There’s only a black pen.’

That’s because I lost my Jingeom and Spark. It’s a bit short to be used as a main weapon though.

‘That doesn’t mean it’s disadvantageous.’

Encred thought calmly and made a judgment. There was no need to panic.
Slowly, he spread his legs wide, took a stance, and raised his sword. When he raised his penna vertically, the moonlight that had turned red seemed to split around the sword.
It was a land illuminated by two moons. In front of the group with their backs to the hill, the man holding the pole struck the ground again with a “thud-”.

“I have one last suggestion. Don’t you think you’ll turn around? It’s a waste of talent to die here.”
“Who are you?”

Encred asked with a posture that was not at all disturbed.
He certainly did not look flustered or frightened.
The one who was most surprised here was Luagarne. Looking at the pole and the opponent’s attire, he could not even puff out his cheeks and glared at the opponent.

“if?”

Luagarne asked. Pel had his hand on the handle of the Idol Slayer with an impression, and Zero was holding on, breathing thinly and slowly.
The aura that the knight in black armor had been radiating from earlier had been weighing on the three of them. It felt like they had entered the maze of the dungeon again.
It was an aura of oppression, something that was exclusive to knights.

“You are right.”

The tall man nodded at Luagarne’s question. As Encred looked on blankly, he continued speaking.

“I am an apostle of the Second Coming.”

In the Magical Church, an apostle refers to someone with exceptional talent.
It also refers to someone who has met one of the six demons and gained their abilities.
The person in this position is an apostle, and he became an apostle in the latter sense.
To sum up, it would be safe to say that this man has been behind every cult up to now.
It was this man who sent the apostle of curses, and the magician who can cast walking fire also followed this man’s words.

“A devil that even takes over social circles.”

Pell has been putting in a lot of effort in provocation lately, so the nonsense came out reflexively.

“Is that right?”

When Encred responds, Fel smirks. He feels threatened. But there is no reason to cower in fear.
Is today the day he dies? If he was afraid of dying, he wouldn’t have picked up a sword.
A shepherd in the wilderness grows up chatting with evil spirits and playing tag with monsters.
That’s what a shepherd is like. If you can’t do your job because you’re afraid of death, you can’t even start being a shepherd.

“Isn’t that so?”

Fel answered. Boldness and composure.
Encred thought that boldness was the most outstanding talent of Fel.
It matched his temperament. He was not jealous of it.
It was just funny that the apostle said that talent was a waste.

“Go and call the ghoul your mother and ask for more milk. Why turn around and turn around?”

Encred spoke to the apostle, but it was unexpected and violent.
The apostle frowned at the fresh insult he had never heard before. He had made a face without realizing it.
What did he just say?
When Pel heard that, he felt something bursting inside his head.
What is provocation? It is stimulation. You have to move the other person’s heart.

‘What’s needed is to read the mood and say something the other person wouldn’t expect.’

Encred knew how to twist words to tease his opponent, but now he was directly insulting his opponent.
Yes, now he realized. The purpose is to upset his opponent and break his composure. Not just swearing.
Fel was happy and opened his mouth to apply it right away.

“Look at that face. You already wet it a long time ago. And you’re asking for milk with that face? Ugh.”

I couldn’t even pretend to vomit, I just opened my mouth and spoke, but I was definitely headed in the right direction.

“……They said I was crazy.”

The apostle muttered.
The main body of the Demonic Cult was, of course, in the Demonic Cult. If anything, this person could be said to be the regional leader who had been dispatched.
Even so, it was a truly exhilarating moment to turn the inside of someone who had been taught directly by the devil upside down with just a few words.
Luagarne’s cheeks puffed out. Frock laughed loudly.

“Still, I will give you a chance, Elle.”

As the apostle spoke, the knight in black armor moved. No, the moment he felt it move, a black line was drawn above Encred’s head.
A single line that cut through the gap in time, accelerated thoughts.
Encred raised the sword Penna given to him by the fairy and struck upward.

earth!

Just a moment ago, he had cut a skewer with a sharp slash, but this time it was blocked.
The black blade waved in front of Encred and split into three.

‘An afterimage created by shaking the wrist around the ankle.’

The technique was quickly understood and the method of destruction came to mind. The opponent used a deceptive sword.
Encred naturally split his thoughts and used the wave-blocking sword technique.

Tata dang!

A brisk noise rang out as the swords met. A breeze blew between the two along with the noise.
Encred’s blue eyes shone through the sparks. The
knight in black armor was no pushover either. He was wearing a helmet with the visor down, so only his eyes sparkled, but a bright blue light flowed out from within.
Dozens of attacks and defenses took place in an instant, and in the meantime, the apostle spoke at a speed that was neither fast nor slow.

“Do you think you can live as you wish? Do you think this world is fair? All humans are equal before the Demon Realm. If you knew our thoughts, you would understand.”

While he was saying that, Eleran’s sword split into three, but this time, unlike before, it suddenly grew longer.
With a ting, the blades scattered and stretched out, and a string-like thing connecting the middle was briefly visible. This
was a move he had planned from the beginning. Encred seemed unable to dodge it. Hadn’t he just dodged by jumping backwards?
Moreover, his opponent had stretched out his left hand and wrapped Encred’s wrist with a strange string.
Everything was reminiscent of a horrific moment. The cloth wrapped around his wrist blocked his hand, and the separated blades seemed like they would rip open his chest, but that didn’t happen.
Encred pulled the penna, ignoring the string tied to his wrist, and struck the middle of the sword that had suddenly split into three and grown longer.

earth!

The sword that was about to stab Encred’s chest lost its direction as sparks flew.
The longer it was, the more disadvantageous it was for the path.
If force was applied in the middle, the direction would change as well.

“My name is Black Snake!”

Eleran shouted. He seemed to be excited to fight. He swung his sword as he shouted, which seemed to be his signature weapon and specialty.

Clang!

The sword split into pieces and grew longer. It was like a whip made of blades.
But it could freely change into a sword or a whip. It seemed difficult to respond to it because it was irregular.

Tta-tang! Land!

Encred held on well. It looked precarious, but it also didn’t seem dangerous. It was a battle that you couldn’t tell just by looking at it.
Luagarne had eyes, so the apostle must have seen it too.

‘Wasn’t it just a narrow win against Hatun?’

The apostle thought. But even if he won easily, does that make sense?
In terms of fighting ability, the black snake Elle is the best in the parish he is in charge of.
If it were a fight to the death, he would not be confident that he would win.
But he endured. And he endured well.

‘Did you prepare well?’

If we are to judge by temperament, Ilsado is like Ermen or Kreis. He had in mind the possibility that Encrid might not be subdued even if Elle came forward. The apostle’s mouth opened.

“Levantin.”

A man dressed in a robe stepped forward. The baggy sleeves did not look like the kind of attire suitable for fighting.

“Can I drink some?”
“As you wish.”

It was an unintelligible question and answer. Levantin’s mouth corners went up abnormally. His fangs were sticking out from between his torn snout, and it was truly disgusting to see.
Drool flowed from between his fangs, his gums were exposed, and black veins were bulging out of his eyes.

“I am Levantin, the noble of the night.”

As he spoke, he jumped in, but Encred casually swung his sword at the angle at which he was coming. Penna cut his clothes.

Pick!

The clothes were torn in half, and Levantin, who had turned into fog and dispersed, rose upward.
In the Demon Realm, there lived a clan called vampires. They were the inhabitants of the Demon Realm who lived off human blood.
Levantin was one of them. Although he was not a knight, he was not someone that Eledo could easily guarantee a victory over.
It was only natural, since Ilsado had worked hard to gather his strength.
Levantin stretched out his hand as he transformed back into a human form in the air.
His palm tore open, and black blood flowed out, pooling and forming into an arrow shape that flew toward him.

puck!

Encred swung his sword while spinning his body like a top with his left foot as the axis.
A black bloody arrow burst from the blade, and Ele’s sword was blocked with a thud.
For a moment, it seemed as if he had used his wit to block it.

“Fuck.”

Fel muttered. He had been looking for an opportunity to intervene since a while ago, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
If he just sat there and watched, the guy behind him seemed to be similar to the two in front.
If things continued like this, Encred would fall
at some point. So he held his sword and watched, thinking of intervening somehow, but there was no opening. Luagarne was also focused on the same idea. Zero didn’t dare to intervene.
The apostle opened his mouth again in such a situation.

“Become an equal human being before the Demon Realm. And become a pivotal force in creating a more meaningful world. Do so. That will be your destiny.”

The apostle kept his mouth shut, as if he wanted to preach.

“I will give you a chance to start over from your unfortunate fate!”

The voice of the social group rang out loud. There seemed to be some power in those words.

earth!

And the blade.

pop!

Encred also spoke amid the sound of the vampire’s blood spouting.

“what?”

Bam! Bam!

“I didn’t hear that. Again.”
“Ah.”

Pell burst into exclamation.
Sometimes, simple words, not curses, can turn someone’s stomach upside down, leading him to a new world of enlightenment.