Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 653

653. So I took up the sword and sang a song.

In the language of the fairies, it was an abbreviation for Penna. If we break down the name, it means Keith Seko Phedna, or the feather that cuts everything.
Encrid swung his sword with enough will to not be exhausted, and a pale blue light appeared on the blade. At the same time, the sword felt more firmly attached to his hand.
What should I call this?

‘What does it feel like to become one with the sword?’

Well, that was how it felt. Rem always said that his axe was like his own clone, and I wondered if that was what he was talking about.
Penna’s blade, which extended out, grazed the bridge of the nose of the vampire and then the warrior named Mormon.
With a snap, the man’s face became covered in blood. The sound was light, but Penna’s blade was very sharp, so it left a pretty deep wound.
As the blood flowed out, the warrior tightened his facial muscles to stop the bleeding.
Muscle tightening, which he had learned in Balaf’s martial arts. The newcomer was no ordinary person. But he was still a match.
Encred was able to easily block, dodge, and hit. He
blocked it with a high-speed accident and a thought split, using the wave-blocking sword. It was easier than blocking a one-hit kill.
He put strength into his muscles, gave himself the elasticity of his knees, twisted his waist, and swung his sword.

Zzz!

The Black Snake uses the recoil from the author’s weapon to strike backwards with its elbow.

Bam!

At the tip of that elbow was the fist of the fighter. The fighter spun around and kicked.
The leg bent like a whip. It was a sharp blow that could be believed to be a slash.
Encred saw the legs that were quite fast even in the stretched out time, and bent his waist, raised his knees, and stood on his toes. The one-killer guy attacked in any position.
It was because his entire body was a weapon. But.

‘Can’t I do something similar?’

What I thought came true right away. Since my body was trained in the Balaf style of martial arts, I could mix in martial arts if necessary. My hands didn’t get tangled up at all.
The wave-blocking sword technique wasn’t simply a technique for moving the sword, but rather a skill that trained my thoughts, so all of this could be called wave-blocking sword technique.
Moreover, Encred had endured more than five hundred todays in this way not long ago.
He could fight for three days like this. If he pushed himself a little, wouldn’t he be able to endure this day too? Of course, he would be quite tired then.
And the spell that interrupted in the middle? It might not be cute, but compared to the walking fire, this was a decent match.
In conclusion, it was an extremely worthwhile fight.

‘no way.’

Are they fake?
Encred thought so and tried to kick the black snake Ele’s chest. Then, a thorn popped out from the creature’s chest armor. As
expected of a man who specialized in deceptive swordsmanship, he had attached an insidious device to his armor.
Encred tried to kick with the sole of his foot, but then raised his ankle and kicked the creature’s chin with the tip of his foot. Ele dodged and was hit by the tip of his helmet.

Thump.

It wasn’t a very powerful attack, but it was enough to make heads shake.

‘This damn monster.’

Elle thought so, gritting her teeth, and Encrid doubted again and again.

‘It’s probably fake, right?’

If it was really a trap prepared by the social group, it wouldn’t have been this bad.
Of course not. They were real. They weren’t ordinary.
And yet, they were like this. Encred didn’t know how far he had reached. So he just thought about this leisurely.

‘The black snake and the vampire were anomalous.’

The fighter who joined later emphasized strength and speed instead of irregularities compared to the two. It could be considered a classic.
If we divide this into the recently established system, the black snake and vampire are the maintenance and skill types, and the fighter is the training and ultimate type.
Of course, since all three seem to have reached the level of a knight, it should be considered an all-rounder type.
As the level increases, the lacking parts are naturally filled in.
Just because it is the training and ultimate type, it does not mean that it lacks maintenance or skills.

‘The ideal is a round circle.’

It has reached a point where the sharp advantages are hidden.
In that sense, Rem, Ragna, and Audin still have room for training.

‘If it goes beyond ultimate, maintenance, and omnipotent, should it be called complete?’

There is no perfection. However, if you reach a certain level, you can say that it is complete.
The vampire was struggling with three pieces cut apart, so it was as good as dead.
The next one was the fighter. There was a gap and Penna swiped at the guy’s neck. Blood gushed out as the slit in his throat was cut.
Now, what his life was like, what he hoped for, what he wanted to do to be here, he would never know.
The dead cannot speak.
A liquid that looked pitch-black on the red moonlight flowed and soaked the floor.
The guy’s head fell to the floor with a thud, starting from his knees.
The curved fall seemed slow to everyone’s eyes, as if time had been stretched out.
Since there is an end where there is a beginning, the slowly tilted head eventually reached the floor.
The liquid continued to flow under the guy’s body as he fell. If the red color gets darker, will it eventually look black? Like their blood? I don’t know.

“My wish will eventually come true.”

The black snake, Elle, lunged forward, spitting out sounds that were completely incomprehensible. Encred could withstand three, but he couldn’t fight softly against someone who was risking his life. It was understandable,
but if he let his guard down or made a mistake, he would die.
However, since he had become so accustomed to tightrope-like fighting while dealing with the demon One Killer, he could say that he could handle three.
So there was no room for mistakes. There was even less room for him to let his guard down.
Those who were originally knights were also monsters. To others, they were people who never made mistakes and showed ridiculous tricks, but even to such a knight, Encred’s methods were highly perfected.
There was no opening. Was the reputation of the Ironclad Knight due to this special ability?
It was to the extent that Elle thought it was natural for him to think this way.

Land! Hit!

As he struck the long, flying sword tip with his penna and jumped to the left, the sword that had transformed into a black snake chased after Encred.
The black snake bounced off and turned its head around to aim for the back of Encred’s head. It felt like a snake was flying at him, just as the saying goes.
Encred stepped back and then tapped the ground with his right thumb to change direction. The sudden movement gave him an illusion that his body was moving to one side.
However, Encred had already changed direction and was running forward, placing his penna in the middle of the enemy’s long sword.

Tt …

Sparks and embers fly, leaving a trail of his path. Encred’s feet are faster than his opponent’s sword.
The bluish meteor rides the black snake. In the end, the black snake fails to reach its target, and Encred’s penna cuts off Eleran’s head.

Phew!

A brisk sound cut through the neck. The strike was so fast that it cut off the neck, leaving a single line, but the head did not fly off.
Penna’s blade was so sharp that it was possible to perform the trick of passing through the neck, leaving only a single line.

“Just die, you sons of bitches.”

Even as he died, Ele poured out his resentment. Blood flowed like tears from between his neck.
Soon, his neck slipped and instead of blood drops, blood gushed out. If it had not been a human head that had been cut off and if it had not been blood that was pouring out, but water gushing from the city’s fountains, it would have been spectacular.
No one knew, but the man who had lost his wife when he was nineteen, his daughter when he was twenty-two, and who had come to hate the human race itself had died. The man’s name was Ele, the Black Serpent of the Apostles.
As Ele died, he felt as if he was falling into a black pit.
His wife and daughter were not there. He had willingly shared the devil’s blood in order to take revenge on the world.
So his destination would be beside the devil.

“It’s really amazing.”

The man with the pole stopped his spell and spoke. The Apostle of the Second Coming was now calm, not surprised by the outcome of the fight.

“Did I underestimate you? Or was my calculation wrong? Or is it a trick of God? It’s full of incomprehensible things, but it won’t change anything if I argue about it.”
“Are you going to attack me?”
“I’m the only one left, but I guess I’ll have to do it.”

The apostle was a collector of spells and had excellent physical abilities. However, in Encred’s terms, he was an imperfect circle.

‘A round circle can be stabbed again by a sharp awl.’

Encred’s thoughts were like that. Once the system was established, it led to inspiration for the next swordsmanship.
Encred thought of a new form of swordsmanship while fighting.
It was only a meaning, but it was a beginning. It could disappear like this.
The apostle wanted to be their misfortune, but his wish was not granted.

Knock, knock!

He used more than half of the spells he had, but none of them worked.
Even the black sphere spell that turned anyone who touched it to dust was cut by Encred’s sword.

“In the end, we will win.”

The apostle spoke. Thud, thud.
Encred let it slide and stabbed his neck.
The blood flowing from his neck matched the moonlight. It was bright red. He was a cultist, but this author was also human.
Just because someone serves the god of the Demon Realm doesn’t mean they’ve become a different race.
The head severed by the blade fell to the ground with a thud and rolled.
The ominous red moonlight still illuminated the ground, but there were no enemies anymore.
The traces of the necromancy the apostle had summoned also all disappeared when the subject of the spell died.
Some evil spirits tried to run wild by being summoned, but Luagarne’s whip and Zero’s sword would not let them alone.

“Ugh, my approach was wrong.”

And the head that fell off spoke even though it had no body. The apostle of the Second Coming performed a strange trick. He tried to talk with only the head remaining.

“……Is it like immortality?”

Will he survive even if his head is split into eight pieces?
Encred asked, raising his sword again, but his head opened its mouth immediately, fearing it would be too late.

“No, I’ll die soon. I’ll be able to hold out until morning at most. The red moonlight is giving me strength for my magic, so I’ll be able to hold out.”

Is that a lie? It didn’t sound like it.

“Cutting my head off won’t make a difference, right? If you feel pity and want to spare my life, you could bring me five men and five women who have never had sexual experience, sprinkle their blood on my body, and then reattach my neck, but I don’t think you’ll do that.”
“If you were going to do that, you wouldn’t have even cut my neck.”
“Actually, even if you did that, my neck wouldn’t reattach. The blood doesn’t change just because you have sex, so I don’t know if you could get Yong-in’s blood.”

Are you joking at this timing?

“Shall I whip you?”

Luagarne made a friendly offer.

“I can split it. Are you afraid of being cursed?”

Feldo also comes out.

“If that’s the case, then I can do it.”

Zero also came forward.

“I can’t kill the old body either. Please forgive me. Oh my, I’m having a hard time gathering my remaining magic power to speak.”
“Do you have something you want to say?”
“I still have regrets and suggestions. Even if I put away the regrets, which are my personal property, the suggestions remain. It would be better for you to change sides.”
“With my whip, after all.”

Luagarne tried to lash out with the whip. In fact, the apostle was holding on forcibly. He could not say a word anymore.
He could have used the last of his strength to curse, but he had already tried and he knew the result. It wouldn’t work. It wouldn’t work. So it was best to leave a few words.

“It’s a fight we can’t win anyway. Why would we be on the losing side?”

With only his head remaining, he spoke, and his words gained power. Although he was not as good as Krang, he was an author who could speak.
The apostle was also a villain who dominated an era.
He stood on the side of the devil and followed the doctrine of the devil’s holy religion and became an apostle of the second coming, but whether right or wrong, if you look at what he had done so far, you cannot say that he lacked heroic qualities.
Just because the direction of one’s faith is wrong, it does not mean that one’s ability is diminished.
In a similar sense, character and ability are not proportional, and just because one walks the right path does not necessarily mean that the author’s future will be bright.
Encred silently looked at the head. The apostle, who had only a head left, spoke.

“In the end, they will be stopped by our swords.”

That could be. Encred knew that his opponent was telling the truth without any lies.
However, the fight Encred started was not intended to win in the first place. It was a path he had walked and crawled on with his meager talents. He
wanted the mother who wanted to protect her child to live in a city without monsters.
He wanted a world where the fruit vendor who split even rotten apples in half and gave them away would smile. He wanted
the old woman who lamented her life and lived as a barmaid to find peace even in her old age.
He wanted a night where the innocent mercenary who planted dreams in his child by calling him a genius would not have nightmares.
Yes, he wanted such a world.
That’s why he took up his sword.
That’s why he sang.
The song of the old knight had not even begun yet.

“doesn’t care.”

Encred took the curse the apostle had spoken and shook it off. It wasn’t that hard, and he didn’t really understand the intention.
It was just the result.

“……You’re going to fight a losing battle?”

That’s your opinion, I didn’t say things like you wouldn’t know until you tried. Rather, it was something that came from a deeper place.

“I’ll fight until I win.”
“……Indeed.”

Behind him, Pel came to his senses again, and the apostle looked at the madman for a moment before saying his last words.

“It’s a shame to leave without seeing the world of the devil.”

He was an Adventist apostle to the core. But now that he was dead, it was a meaningless wish. With that, his head could not continue. The red moonlight was fading to one side. It was the time of pitch-black night without moonlight. It was the dawn before dawn. In the language of the West, it was called Ulquiorra, or dusk.
It was natural for dawn to break after dusk.
The blue light first enveloped the surroundings, and after a while dawn broke. Light descended upon the world. The sun shone brightly as if nothing had happened.

“The sunshine is nice.”

Luagarne said. While the party was cleaning up and clearing the bodies, some of the elves who sensed an ominous aura from up ahead approached. They were skilled at manipulating spirits.

“What’s going on? A raid?”

One of them looked around and asked. He was a fairy who had traveled the continent before and had come forward as a guide this time.