Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 652

652. The evil spirits in the three orders

The apostle did not repeat the same words. Instead, he held the pole in his right hand and extended his left hand.
To Pel, it was a strange hand shape. He brought his thumb, middle finger, and ring finger together, then spread them out and swung them, and finally, he spread only his index and little fingers and brought his fingers together.
He made several movements like that, and as he spoke unintelligibly, black water dripped from his fingertips.
Only then did he speak intelligibly.

“Hualin’s dog.”

It was a spell that Luagarne had seen before when dealing with the cultists. The black water grew in size on its own and then stomped on the ground on all fours.

Krrrrrr-

When he shook his head,
the spells of the apostles of the apostles of the apostles were not comparable.

“Ask and kill.”

As the apostle spoke, Hualin’s dog joined the battle. It kicked the ground with a loud thud and ran, then turned into a black dot and rushed at him.
Encred sensed the presence of the thing aiming at his back and turned his body to dodge, elbowing the bridge of its nose.

Sigh.

With a cheerful noise, Hualin’s dog was thrown backwards and fell on the ground with its back facing down.
Despite being thrown quite hard, it bounced up from the ground without a groan, shook its head a few times, and bared its fangs again. It wasn’t a threat, but it was annoying. After that, the apostle continued to recite the spell.

“Your body is over there. Go and take it.”
“The one who killed your mother is over there.”
“Hear my prayer and leave the stigmata on that human body.”

Encred managed to create an opening in the meantime, and extended his sword, killing Hualin’s dog by splitting it vertically.
Hualin’s dog also turned to ash and disappeared, as it was cut rather than hit.
In the gap, the vampire’s claw fell on his head, and Encred bravely struck it with his fist again.

Bam!

There was a loud explosion, and invisible pressure pushed the air in all directions, and a gust of wind blew. The wind mixed with the ashes of Hualin’s dead dog and scattered them into the sky.

Phew!

It was a hot wind, as if it contained the heat of the red moonlight. There was nothing he could do. They kept clashing their swords, fighting, and even though it was winter and night, the heat was intense. Sparks flew and explosions erupted.
The night, which should have been quiet, was noisy as if it were a festival. Of course, the festival would use blood as wine, flesh as bread, and vessels made of bones.
Soon, a light similar to the light of the moon flowed out from Encred’s sword.
The black whip-like sword swinging between the red moon and the blue light continuously blocking the dark red vampire’s spells, so it seemed as if three lights were interlocking and fighting in the air.
When was that?
It was a similar sight to what Oara had shown while fighting Balrog.
Of course, Encred was swinging his sword in the center, scattering light blue light, so he couldn’t watch like he did with Oara.
Even at the first blow, Huarin’s dog, which seemed to be able to withstand it, died, and the evil spirit that flew away was cut and stabbed by the blue moonlight that could not be seen today when the red moon was up.
There was no evil spirit that could not be cut down with a single stroke. However, even if it had not been killed with a single stroke, it seemed that it would have been killed somehow. That was how it seemed.
Encred, who had no spirit to speak, continued to swing his sword
without saying a word. Instead of talking to him further, the apostle continued to recite spells
without stopping. Unheard and unseen command spells continued to come out of his mouth.
A black shape floated in the air, raised its sword, and attacked, and a black lump flew away.
Pel, Luagarne, and Zero did not just watch.
All three of them drew their weapons. Luagarne puffed out her cheeks.
Whenever she saw the cult, she thought of her dead lover. They were enemies. Even if the color of that resentment has faded a little now, I couldn’t just laugh it off when I saw the cult.
What’s more, what they want is to turn this world into a world where demons run rampant.
Is it normal to just sit back and watch that happen? Isn’t it a bit weird to agree with them?

“You crazy social bastards.”

Luagarne held a loop sword in one hand and a whip in the other.

Ta-aak!

Flames rose from the whip that struck the ground. Feld pulled out the Idol Slayer and took a stance. Zero stepped back and watched.
Should I join in? It seemed like it would only be a nuisance. But he didn’t want to run away. He had been
avoiding and running away all his life.

‘If I have to avoid them because I lack skill, I’ll never be able to fight properly again.’

In Zero’s eyes, Encred, his idol, was someone who had fought against his own limitations his entire life.
The sensitive fairy’s senses read Encred’s true nature. Zero saw his idol and wanted to be like him.
That was Zero’s heart. But that didn’t mean he could do anything right now. So it was right to keep his mouth shut. When he thought about this, he decided that if he were to survive, he would really train hard until he died, even if it meant stopping by the heavenly flower garden for a moment.
The heavenly flower garden was where fairies went when they died, and it was like heaven for humans.
The scent of the flowers there was so fragrant and sweet that you wouldn’t get tired of smelling it every day, so it had a similar meaning to heaven.
While Zero was watching and preparing himself, Fel kept an eye on the apostle of the Second Coming. To be honest, he was going to soak it if it was too much, but he didn’t see any openings.
In Fel’s eyes, the apostle was clearly angry. He just kept reciting spells with his forehead bloodshot.

‘Should I try digging even if there is no gap?’

As I made up my mind and secretly changed my posture, the apostle’s eyes turned to me.
Was it because I had a good feeling? Or was it because I had a developed sixth sense for reading the situation?
Well, it didn’t matter if it was both. The apostle recited the next spell without thinking.

“Hualin’s Hunting Game.”

As he waved his pole and spoke, black water pooled at the end of the pole and soon formed a dozen or so dogs.
It seemed like there were horses as well as dogs?
Pel adjusted his grip on his sword and looked around the situation. It was time to change his mind.

‘We need to lighten the burden.’

If we left it like this, that Apostle author would suffocate Encred with a spell. So, we could threaten our opponent here.
While he was thinking about that, the Apostle showed us a new spell.

“Come out, warrior of death.”

The apostle had memorized a hundred spells and was once given the title of ‘Spell Collector’.
How great would that be compared to a wizard like Galaf who could hold back the river?
Without Esther, the people left here would not know.
However, one thing was clear.
The apostle could deal with everyone here by himself.

“Do you think it was a coincidence that we met here? No. I have been waiting for the right time. After I kill you all, I will bring despair down on the Border Guard. I have already sent my troops to the city where you lived. Now, did you not understand me this time? Then I will say it again.”

He must be really angry.
Pel thought as he looked at the pale-skinned warrior who appeared in the place where the black fog had bloomed. He was holding a wide sword and had black eyes.
A monster created by a spell could also be called a monster. The
Death Warrior was often said to be a necromancy that dealt with a sub-knight. The higher-level spell was the Death Knight.
However, both spells were not easy to use.
If the caster was not going to offer his own body to the god, he needed a warrior’s body or a knight’s body to serve as a foundation.
The Apostle of the Second Coming could summon fifteen more Death Warriors with a spell.
Pel did not know that, but he knew what he had to do.
The moment the Apostle looked this way and recited the spell, Encred also glanced this way. At this rate, he would become a burden rather than a comrade or subordinate.

‘The genius kids, I will definitely catch up.’

Fel had a similar yet different determination to Zero.
In any case, Fel knew what he had to do. He had to help Encred, who was dealing with two knights on one side and the spells the enemy was casting.
Then, he couldn’t waste time with this kind of opponent. He
took a deep breath and faced his opponent. The black warrior took a stance with his broad sword in hand. He spread his legs apart and raised his sword so that the tip of his sword was pointed toward the sky. The weapon looked light, and his forearms looked thick.
It was a bit of a gamble, though.

‘I’ve made this gamble dozens of times because of that little Roford.’

Fel’s talent was definitely outstanding. He had even been beaten up by Encred all the way here.
It wasn’t just the way he learned how to taunt.
The black sword slashed diagonally. There was no gap in his posture. He could feel a single stream of energy flowing from his feet to his thighs. It was no exaggeration to say that it was the work of a master. The sword swung by the death warrior seemed like it would slice Fel apart. Fel only then moved. He
extended his left foot forward and swung his sword upward. There couldn’t be any waste in any of those movements. That’s why he did it.
He used every finger and toe as if they existed solely for this strike.
While Encred watched Fel and learned his talent, Fel didn’t play around. What Fel was showing now was Encred’s specialty, ‘full-power slash’.
The sword Fel swung cut through the death warrior from his stomach to his head. The sword swung by the warrior of death cut through the air in vain.
Pel stepped forward and stopped in a slashing stance with his sword raised.
For a moment, it seemed as if the red moonlight had been cut in the place he had passed. A master cannot play on this board.
Pel said so with his sword.
The waters have changed, so he must change as well.

“after.”

He took a deep breath and looked ahead, and saw the apostle with his mouth tightly shut.
Should he say that he didn’t understand and ask him to say it again?
Fel felt that saying anything now wouldn’t make him angry, so he kept his mouth shut and just raised his sword.

“Mormon.”

The apostle’s mouth opened. At his words, the man next to the apostle, whose sleeves and ankles were tied with rope, stepped forward.
Pel naturally thought that he would be targeted.

‘One more?’

The bastard was headed for Encred, not himself.
He could tell from his stepping footsteps that he was no ordinary man. I didn’t know exactly what was so great about it, but it just seemed so great. It was a warning from my gut.

‘It was too much to handle when it came to me.’

Pel’s judgment is that. There are three such opponents. All three are directed at Encred.
So, can Encred handle it?

“Okay, let’s do this. Now we’re just going to watch. Of course, we shouldn’t get bored. Come out, Sham.”

The apostle called four more death warriors and placed one on Luagarne, one on Zero, and two on Fel. He
then called eleven more corpses and sent them all to Encred.
They are not all on the same level because their level of completion is different, but they are good enough to be a half-knight.
Since they are corpses, they will not be able to use a meat shield, but they will be enough to mess up Encred’s hands and feet with a corpse shield.
It was a plan to attack three strong opponents with spells and even death warriors.

“Shouldn’t we call our allies?”

Fel muttered. Was he acting too thoughtlessly? Did he have to anticipate that the cultist would pour everything he had into it? Did Chrys miss this? If so, we all die here. Looking at the apostle’s gaze toward Encred, it seemed like running away was out of the question.

‘All three of them are knights.’

I couldn’t help but feel once again that the water had changed.
The black snake Elle, the vampire, and the last fighter to come forward were knight-level.
The last one to join clenched his fists and charged, but while the previous two were masters of irregular techniques, this one insisted on a classic fight.
Now that there were two warriors of death, Fel couldn’t risk everything in one blow like before, so he had to buy time.
Luagarne had to fight while taking care of Zero.
Just because he hated the cult, he didn’t have to fight while killing the person next to him.
Luagarne had also learned a lot from Encred. It was about protecting someone. Zero’s
face darkened at the thought of becoming a burden. He was angry, but there was nothing he could do right away, so he kept his mouth shut and diligently swung his sword.
If Encred died, everyone would die. Everything seemed to be a matter of time.
It would only be a matter of time before a strange balance was achieved. But strangely, he held on well.
Was it because the Goddess of Scales helped him?
Or maybe it was the goddess of luck who helped.

“Oh, me too.”

In the middle, Luagarne muttered. It was quite a surprised voice.
Fel, who used to pay attention to Encred while interacting with the two swords wielded by the Death Warrior, felt similarly. However, if Luagarne knew what she was talking about, Fel would not be able to understand it for the time being, so if he had time, he would tilt his head and discuss it with the two warriors who were rushing at him.

“Hey, how long do you think you can last against three knights?”

Even if he said so, he would say something.
The Idol Slayer could cut down the evil spirits, but he couldn’t put the Death Warrior to sleep all at once, so he was quite annoyed, but all that annoyance flew away in an instant.
The place where Encred was fighting was visible to everyone. Right now, something unimaginable was happening there.

“……What is this?”

The base of the cult is naturally in the Demon Realm. However, this does not mean that he will run this parish carelessly.
In other words, the Apostle of the Second Coming had the ability to deal with the knights alone, and he thought that with the three Apostles under his command, killing one knight would not be a problem.
However, it was not.
He saw the scene of Encred’s sword splitting a vampire.

Kkaaaaaaah!

The blue light passed through the vampire’s body three times. The red moon gave strength to the people of the demon realm.
Right now, the vampire’s apostle should have been able to deal with Encred alone, but his limbs were torn to pieces and he rolled on the ground.

‘Is this a dream?’

The apostle thought so.