Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 684

684. Pumpkin Dress

“hmm?”

Ragna also knew this, so he raised his head and looked ahead. The fog that had started at his feet was quickly rising. Now, there was nothing to see. It was just a thick fog that obscured his vision.
It was the magic spell of annihilation that he had experienced once in the battlefield.

“Prepare.”

Encred said, pulling Anne to his right. Ragnar stood next to Anne on her right. I
wondered when she would come, but now it was. An attack. What will it be this time?
An unexpected monster? Or a spell?
The fog was thick, and Anne, who was standing right next to me, could not be seen. However, I could hear a sound.
The way the spell was cast was different from that of the Principality of Azpen, so I could not see the flag.

“Forward.”

It was Grida’s voice. I don’t know what number she used, but she sensed the enemy before Encred did.
Among the five senses, her sense of touch became more acute than ever. Her hair stood on end and she felt the vibration of the air.

Drumroll.

Instead of sound, vibrations hit the skin. In fact, there was no sound like a thud.
Instead of drawing Penna and swinging it, Encred moved four times, changing direction and blocking the path.

Land, land, land.

The four projectiles that flew in four times bounced off each other. They were darts.
If there were no attacks, it would be hard to figure out the location if something like this was thrown. The fog of annihilation didn’t hide the presence.
However, questions and suspicions immediately began to arise.

‘You’ve been hiding your presence all along, but the attack is just a few darts?’

That couldn’t be the end of it. Encrid followed his intuition and stood on guard, and Ragnar, knowing that his captain was guarding Anne, raised his sword.

“I’m going.”
“Uh.”

In two short words, they decided their roles. Ragnar lifted his greatsword as he stepped off.
He bent his knees and straightened them as he stepped on the ground. It was a simple movement, but what followed was not. His body moved forward as if tearing through the fog.

Kuuuuuu.

It cuts through the air, its presence weighing down on the surroundings.
Continued.

Liar!

The fog around Ragnar receded with the sound of tearing air as he swung his sword with such force.
Pushing away sorcery with a sword strike?
An ordinary person would be terrified by this, but he did it without any hesitation. So he is a knight.
One of the severed heads from the knight’s sword strike floated in the air.

Kikururuk!

It was a head with a mouth that jutted forward. Ragnar’s sword stroke cleared the fog only for a moment, so only the shape of the head could be seen, and the details of its appearance could not be seen.

“It’s a scaler.”

There was someone who could be recognized just by that.
Three steps to Anne’s right, he spoke. It was a term for one of the monsters you would see in a magic realm.
Meanwhile, a faint scent of magic began to emanate. It was that sweet smell. The spell would be activated, too. And in a deadly form.
Encred had expected that, and it happened. Suddenly, a light source appeared above his head.

Whoosh whoosh.

To be exact, it wasn’t a light source, but a fireball. The fireball fell straight down.
Encred watched the fireball fall again, this time aiming at Anne. At the same time, he predicted what would happen if he cut the fireball.

“A wizard likes to ‘prepare’ a few spells and cast them, like casting a series of spells to lower the temperature, adding cold to the ground until it finally freezes everything.”

That was how Esther killed the social wizard when she cut off the walking fire. Encred learned from Esther. His thoughts accelerated.
The speed at which the fireball fell gradually slowed down and almost stopped. Encred thought over and over again in the gap of time with his accelerated thoughts.

‘If I were a wizard, I wouldn’t just use falling fireballs.’

The enemy has already seen himself cut down a bat demon. Is this fireball more threatening than a demon?
No. It is slower than a demon and is not alive, so it just comes down without any judgment.

‘That’s what I want to cut.’

Encred’s reaction was extremely fast because he accelerated his thinking. Instead of Penna, it was Samcheol.

Chiling, ching!

Even the speed of putting one sword back in its scabbard and drawing the other was like a ray of light. Why wouldn’t it be?
There are skills that are honed while using two swords. If we only look at the lead sword and the sword-drawing, Encred is the most lunatic.
Then he changes the direction of the drawn Samcheol. He changes the grip and holds the handle with both hands. That’s how the part of Yuncheol that is neither Mokgeum nor Jin-eun faced the fireball.
Encred swung the sword from below upwards, striking the fireball and blowing it away.

Liar!

The fireball that was hit suddenly shot upwards and split into dozens of pieces long ago. Dozens of fireballs cut through the fog and spread in all directions, creating a scene that was hard to see.
The fireball briefly cut through even the fog of annihilation and illuminated the surroundings.

“When dealing with orders, you must go beyond the realm of common sense.”

Esther was right. Who could have predicted that a fireball would split into dozens and fall?
But that’s what a spell can do.
The power to change the world, the source is the same, but it’s the most bizarre power on the continent that doesn’t feel like Will at all.
Did the wizard lose his mind for a moment as he watched the fireball burst out of the air?
The spell didn’t continue right away. A few streams of fire spread out and fell, and that was it.
And instead of the spell, a putrid smell suddenly came out that made you want to hold your nose.
The fog that the fireball had cut through soon blocked your vision again. But the medium of the spell couldn’t be hidden forever. Encred saw it that way.
And that soon became reality.

puck!

Along with the sound of flesh bursting from one side. The fog began to clear.
Encred saw a bipedal monster with skin resembling a snake collapsed on the ground.
Their build was a head larger than that of a normal human. There were also several quadrupedal lizard beasts around Ragna that could chew up two people.
Of course, they were already dead after Gilchi, who was wielding a greatsword, split their heads and torsos apart.
What Gridda had said was right.
Scaler, a lizard-like monster with scales all over its body.
Encred had just seen that the spell had been lifted due to Scaler’s death.

‘Can the medium of sorcery be alive?’

So, there is at least one magician and sorcerer blocking the way who hides his presence?
Now that I look at it, there are many scalers around. It seems that the fog was a trick to keep people from knowing that they are approaching.

“They are the ones who have a habit of hiding their presence and stabbing from behind.”

Magrun spoke again. Then he drew his sword and scanned the surroundings. Even if I counted roughly, there were more than a hundred lizard heads.
Meanwhile, the rotten smell still stung my nose. It was so bad that I forgot the smell of the wizard.

“What is that smell?”
“Isn’t it the case that scalers don’t have any smell?”

Grida and Magrun spoke in succession.

“I am the bride of the plague.”

Anne said that the fog had cleared and that she had a clear view. As she said, there were a few peculiar monsters visible among the scalers.

“Even a simple brush with it can make you sick. Be careful.”

Just then, one of them was approaching Ragnar. Its bare feet were gray and it was wearing something like a torn dress, its hair was disheveled and there were only holes for its eyes.
Green fluid flowed from its nose, and it was a horrible sight.
Should I say that it was a species that you didn’t want to meet at night?
Or should I say that it was even more disgusting to see it during the day?

Kkaaa.

The bride ran towards Ragnar, screaming something like a scream.
The dress worn by the Plague Bride fluttered in the wind.
It was an insult to dress to call it a dress, but as Anne had said, the evil spirit’s name was the Plague Bride. It must have been a summoned by a wizard.
In any case, Ragnar rejected the bride’s approach, making Anne’s worries seem meaningless. He
pulled to the left, hit the head of one of the scalers with the pommel, and then swung his sword vertically, cutting off the bride’s proposal with a single stroke.

Parsac.

With the sound of old paper rustling, the Bride of the Plague was cut up and down from the chest. However, the severed evil spirits reassembled on the floor and rose again.

“A normal attack, no, just take this!”

Anne shouted, raised her left leg, and threw what she held in her right hand with all her might.
It flew away with a thud, but Ragnar, holding the sword in his left hand and stretching out his right hand, snatched it out of the air. It was a glass bottle with a cork stopper at the end.

“If you’re in a hurry, wake up and apply it to your sword!”

Anne said, recovering her thrown stance. Encred watched the process and couldn’t help but ask.

“What about that throwing skill? Is that something necessary for alchemy?”
“No way. I just learned it while playing with other kids when I was little.”

Children who grow up in the slums learn the harshness of life early. Catching and eating flying birds was one of their survival strategies.
If you accidentally hit a crow or pigeon with a letter, you are sure to die, so it was really a life-threatening act.

“Here it is.”

Anne also handed Encred a vial. Inside, the amber liquid sloshed, showing off its presence.

“I am a healer, but I am also an alchemist. Those evil spirits cannot pose a threat to me.”

Divinity is the antithesis of all evil spirits, but nothing can kill them as easily as alchemy.

It was a proverb from the continent. It was a saying from a great alchemist of the past, but it was not wrong.
Encred poured the amber liquid into the three irons.
The liquid dripped down and stayed on the sword. As soon as it came into contact with the air, it hardened like sugar water, and the blade and the body of the sword glowed with a soft amber color.

“I have it.”

Greeda spoke to Anne first, then took out a leather pouch, bit the string with his mouth, and sprinkled the medicine over the blade. It was a powdery substance with a faint pearly color.
Magrun received the amber medicine from Anne.
In the meantime, Ragnar used the drugged greatsword to reject his bride’s proposal again.
This time, he cut her body horizontally, dividing her upper and lower body.

puck!

With a small noise. The bride of the plague, split into two, was purified. The evil spirits were amorphous monsters embodied as negative energy due to malice and hatred.
To them, purification literally meant losing their form, and it was also the same as saying they were dead.
The bride of the plague disappeared with a rustling sound, disintegrating like dust.

Saaaaaaaaaaah!

While Ragnar slaughtered one of his brides, the horde of scalers began to squeak like snakes, as if cheering each other on. The sound created vibrations in the surrounding air, making it difficult to perceive anything by touch.

“We hide each other’s presence with sound.”

Then he said. It was something he could say because he had experience dealing with scalers after going to the vicinity of the Demon Realm.
At the same time, he knew how much of a pain they were.
It wasn’t for nothing that the Demon Realm was called the knight’s graveyard.
There were countless beings that could threaten the knights. That didn’t mean that the scalers were a threat, but they were literally annoying.
They had a habit of constantly targeting his back, and they were also guys who knew how to use their brains.

“Hot!”

Then, with a roar, he cut off the necks of three scalers that were approaching him from behind.
Although it was only a single swing, the trajectory was changed and the zigzag pattern of the slash caused the three monsters to fall without even reacting.

“Where.”

As he spoke and readied his sword, Encred quietly scanned the battlefield.

‘Assuming the sorcerer isn’t here.’

Was the sorcerer waiting for her chance? Or was she simply avoiding taking even the slightest risk?
Whatever perfume the Plague Bride used, it blocked even the slightest scent.

‘Should I assume that you noticed that I was perceiving something in the form of a smell?’

No, that’s too far. It’s speculation.

‘No matter how great a wizard is, he cannot know my way of perception.’

Even if it’s a spell, it can’t be like that. Thanks to the time I spent with Esther, I was able to understand the scope of the spell.
There is no spell that reads other people’s thoughts.
I am certain of this. It is an unchanging truth.

‘Assuming there are any wizards left.’

Even so, it is not difficult to cut down the monsters placed in front of me.

Boom, boom, boom!

He swung his sword at the one who was approaching within three steps. Samcheol gently drew a curve and split the snout of one scaler in two.
The tongue, split like a snake, hung out and the eyes, which were torn vertically, lost their light.
Encred knew that the blade had reached the skull, but at the same time, he knew that the monster was pretending to be dead in front of him.

“They are clever guys.”

Then he spoke immediately.
Encred turned the sword he had swung and slashed it down at the ground.
It was not fast enough for the scaler who had been pretending to be dead to react. The moment the light returned to the bastard’s eyes, Samcheol briefly visited inside his head.
Black blood and brain matter mixed together and came out through the tip of the drawn blade.

“It’s scary.”

Anne said. It was understandable. The group of scalers in front of me and the eight remaining plague brides were all looking at Anne.

“Don’t worry. Lady Samcheol in the amber dress will protect you.”

Encred chose words to give relief.

“……Was that sword a woman?”
“You’re wearing a pumpkin dress today, so you’re a woman.”
“You change gender whenever necessary.”
“That’s the advantage of a genderless sword.”

He said this while holding a sword that glowed amber. What’s more, the blood of a monster was dripping from the tip of the sword.

“You crazy kid.”

Anne licked her lips.
She said she was whispering, but it was all overheard.
Encred decided to overlook Anne’s brash rebellion.
It was obvious she was saying whatever she wanted because she was scared.

“Now, lady. Would you like to dance?”

Encred speaks again.

“Oh, really, just fight.”

Finally, Anne overcame her fear and became a cheering person.