Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 713

713. Against the waves

The moment Rhinox felt an invisible force tighten around his body, he lightly clashed the swords in his two hands.
He used the sword in his right hand as a support and tapped the sword in his left hand.

Ching!

The light noise of iron rubbing against metal spread like a sharp blade cutting through the storm.
The small noise was soon buried in the storm’s rough roar, but the sound didn’t matter in the first place. He didn’t want to feel anything through the sound.
His specialty was waves, waves that only the two black Rhinoxes that carried Will and collided with could perceive and sense.
That wave was his secret technique that soon gave him the best reconnaissance ability in the world.

‘Look at these kids.’

He quickly found the three scalers that had been using their psychic powers. All three were reaching out to him, and a large, sturdy scaler was blocking their path.
They were a pair, and as if they had trained, their hands and feet worked together very well.

‘Did you train him, Hescal?’

Did he communicate with the monster? I was curious, but I didn’t think I would get a chance to hear an answer. It was a premonition that suddenly occurred to me.
Rhinox threw the sword in his right hand into the ground. With a thud, the blade was half embedded in the ground.
He used the ground as a scabbard and stood it up at an angle, then pulled out the third sword from behind him and threw it forward with all his might.
With a thud, a sword as long as his forearm flew straight ahead. No matter how strong the storm was, it couldn’t do anything about a chunk of iron thrown by a knight.

Bam!

The large scaler caught the sword thrown by Rhinox out of the air. The hardness and strength of the scales covering its body were amazing, but its athletic ability to catch and block something thrown from a distance was amazing.

“What the hell.”

Rhinox then pulled his outstretched hand into the air.

Bam.

Then the blade slips out of Scaler’s hand and returns. His sword is a sword that returns to the call.

Phew, thud.

The spinning sword was once again caught in Rhinox’s grasp.
The men using psychic powers were making one move after another.
He felt that the force squeezing his body was considerable and annoying.
It’s not that he couldn’t move because his legs and arms were tangled in the net, but it was natural that it was annoying.
Rhinox threw the sword he was holding back. However, this time, he didn’t just throw it.
He threw the sword that he had stuck in the ground and pulled out a new sword. It was the sword that was on his right back. It looked like an ordinary longsword, but upon closer inspection, it wasn’t a sword with a sharpened blade.
It looked like a training sword. When he pulled out the sword and let it hang on the ground, its tip touched the ground.

Dddddddddd!

As he ran, a long furrow was dug across the path Rhinox was running. Of course, it was a trace that would disappear quickly as the storm raged.
This time, the large scaler did not grab the blade but blocked it with the back of his hand. The blade dug into his back of his hand but did not penetrate. He blocked the sword with his fist as a shield.
It was excellent judgment.
Or perhaps it was an innate fighting instinct.
He blocked the sword with his left hand and held the blade with his right. This time, it must have been his intention not to let Rhinox take his weapon away even if he called.
However, this time, the sword’s owner ran up to his nose instead of calling his sword.

Bam!

Throwing a sword and then rushing in was one of Rhinox’s favorite tactics.
It wasn’t just about getting close.
The name of the sword he threw first was ‘Prey’. The name of the sword he was holding in his right hand now was ‘Hunter’.
The prey always tried its best to escape from the hunter.
The longsword, which had not been sharpened, moved forward in a short trajectory.

Boom! Boom!

The sword hunter didn’t need a blade because it was used to strike the prey.
When he hit the back of the prey he had thrown earlier, near the wide pommel, the waves overlapped and exploded, causing the prey to be shot forward faster than before.

Liar!

It was an arrow the size of a blade that split the air and split the storm.
Half of the head of the large scaler that was awkwardly hanging where the blade passed exploded, and the blood and flesh were swept away by the storm.
The prey had originally been aiming for the one behind him who was using psychic powers, so the prey that pierced the back of his hand also exploded the head of the one in a straight line.
The gesture of the one who tried to block by bringing both hands forward was useless.
If you raise the hunter, the prey will not come even if you call them. This is a method of utilizing the engraved weapon using the knight’s oath. It was one of Rhinox’s secret techniques.
Don’t we all have at least one difficult technique to use in a duel?
Rhinox swung the other twin weapon in his left hand, the rapier, and cut off the neck of the scaler that had only half a head left.

Crunch, rustle.

It cuts even without much force. Considering the strength of the scaler’s body, it was impossible, but Rhinox’s black cutting power was several times greater than that of a normal sword.
On the other hand, it had the disadvantage of breaking frequently even though it was a engraved weapon, but that could be compensated for with technique.
He even changed his swordsmanship to take advantage of his weapon’s strength.
The defensive swordsmanship that allowed him to continuously attack with a sharp sword and eat away at the opponent’s blade came from here.
Even in Zawoon, it was not an ordinary tactic, nor was it an ordinary skill.

“Next, let’s go.”

Rhinox said, putting the hunter back in the scabbard and reaching out.
When the hunter is retrieved, the prey returns. The prey’s blade trembled in response to the will in his hand and returned to his hand.
The prey can do nothing but throw it and return, and fly away after being hit by the hunter.
So this one looked at the tip of the sword.
The tip of the blade made of silver was separately crafted and diamond-coated, so of course it was expensive and not something anyone could make, and it could also break if hit from the side.
However, Rhinox thought that this was only good for stabbing and throwing.
The prey was a sword that should be called a blunt weapon.
The tactic itself was unique and peculiar. It was a feast of techniques that had long since built a wall between it and the ordinary.
Rhinox killed the two remaining scalers that had tied his body in the same way and returned to where he had placed his sword, and also struck the head of the winged one that was aiming for the back of the head …
In the meantime, Tempest Zawn was seen crushing three monsters whole with a ruthless sword swing.
He struck them head first with the blade and slammed them into the ground. The head and upper body of the Owlbear, which had sunk into the muddy ground up to its knees, were torn, burst, and broken, and were swept away by the rainwater.
Rhinox watched this and clashed his sword again.

earth!

If you don’t spread the wave wide, but rather push it narrowly, you can see further. Rhinox looked at Encred like that.
Rhinox said, having roughly grasped the situation through the wave.

“I had to go there.”

Looking at the traps set by Hescal, there was a trick. It seemed like he was using various techniques to counter his own skills.
Encred of the Border Guard, a friend with a promising future. Will he have the strength to overcome the traps set by the fox cub Hescal?
I don’t know.

Swaaaaaaah.

The rain is still falling, but the wind has died down a bit. The amount of rain still pouring down is not small, but it is better than before.

“What lies before us is not easy.”

At Tempest’s words, Rhinox turned his gaze forward. Then suddenly, sour vomit rose up in his throat and he vomited it out onto the floor.
The wind and rain did not prevent him from noticing the vomit mixed with blood.

“I can’t hold out for long.”

Rhinox said, kicking the vomit with his foot.
The medicine Anne gave him allowed him to endure, but there was a time limit. That’s why he deliberately fought ahead of Alexandra and Tempest.
By being active like that, he made the ones with supernatural powers gather around him.
Thanks to that, the burden on his body increased.
It seemed like he defeated them easily, but each and every one of them was quite tricky. He
had to constantly create waves and be on guard because of the ones that hid their presence and stalked him from behind.

“This will not be your resting place, Rye.”

Tempest spoke and took a stance. I saw four monsters walking briskly in front of me.

Kkwarung!

Lightning struck, scattering white light. No matter how dark the surroundings were, it was the knight’s eyes. That’s why he could see their appearances vaguely, but since the lightning illuminated their appearances more clearly, he could clearly recognize his enemies.
There were four scalers.
They had half black scales and half red scales, and from Rhinox’s experience fighting them so far, the higher the ratio of red scales, the more outstanding the supernatural ability.
That meant those four were even more troublesome opponents. Up until now, all he had seen were those with red scales on one arm at most.

“Tempe, it’s time to keep the promise we made when we were young.”

Rhinox had no gift for seeing the future, but he knew that even if he survived this battle, there was no way for him to survive.

“It takes time. It can be fixed in half a year. But my current physical condition is…….”

Anne used to examine his body and give him various medicines.
Yes, I already know.
His condition worsened rapidly after he was stabbed by the Hescal bastard.
He had a fever, his heart was aching, and he was vomiting blood as if his intestines were torn.
Hey, this is killing me? I joked, but I knew deep down that this was the end for me.
What was left now? There were many things, but right now, I remembered the promise I made when I was young.
If I were to die, I would put myself before Tempest.
Didn’t I swear that?
It was a vow made as a friend who had fought over a woman and had spent most of his time together since birth.

“You go help Alex.”

Tempest couldn’t express her feelings, so she just spoke with all her heart.

“No need!”

Alexandra shouted from a place more than ten paces away, somehow hearing it. Black soot and the like clumped in front of her, and a hand wearing black iron plate gloves crawled out from between the corpses of the monsters.
A death knight.
The pinnacle of necromancy using the corpses of knights.
Even a death warrior, who was worse than that, would be a nightmare to most people. A death knight was the embodiment of fear, even worse than a nightmare.

“I go first. You go.”

Rhinox spoke again, and Tempest’s gaze briefly fell on his wife.
She said.

“Trust me, Tempe. I am Blitzkling, the Lightning Blade.”

Yes, there was a time when Tempest couldn’t even think of defeating her. There was a time like that.

“Back Rhinox. I tell you once again, this will not be your burial place.”

Endure. I needed to make that determination.
Gaju saw that every fight had a flow. When the flow reversed, that was when the match was decided, so now was the time to endure.
Four scalers stood in front of Tempest and Rhinox. Two held short clubs, and the remaining two held katars in both hands. A katar is a weapon that has a sharp blade and a horizontal bar connecting two parallel bars, and a horizontal handle that is held and pushed to stab.
I could see their tactics just from the weapons. The two had been through many battles.
The weapons were short, but the muscles attached to their bodies were dense. The raindrops falling on their scales seemed to bounce off.
Their main attack would be using their athletic ability that rivaled that of a knight.
And their weapons would have been coated with poison.

“after.”

Tempest took a deep breath.
As much as his wife trusted him, he would have to trust her too.

“Just watch my back, Rhinox.”

From afar, Medusa watched the battlefield. That’s why he had been mortgaging part of his will since a while ago.
Tempest lowered his head. It was enough to avoid Medusa’s gaze and see the enemy’s feet.
He had difficulty learning various skills since he was young.
Instead, he was strong enough to handle a sturdy and heavy sword. That hasn’t changed even now.
Tempest Zaun’s greatsword slantedly stabbed the air. He was ready.
As Rhinox stood behind him as if guarding him, a familiar voice was heard between the four scalers.
It was a message from Hescal somewhere over there. It seemed like he was only conveying his voice through sorcery or a spell.

“Tempe, these four are special monsters. They are chimeras among chimeras prepared to deal with the knights. They are the work of a genius of alchemy and a monster of the previous generation, who spent seventy years working on them.”

I suddenly wondered what kind of explanation it was.

“Stay with them. I will kill your son and come back. I do not know where you have hidden Odinkar, but I will find him too.”

Hescal read a part of the master’s mind. That’s why he could shake his heart.
Rhinox became a little nervous, and glanced at the master’s face, but he was still the same. He
didn’t show his emotions on the outside. That was his deficiency, but at times like this, it became a mask that seemed unwavering.
As soon as the voice disappeared from the air, four scalers stomped on the ground.

Bam.

Rhinox, who had narrowed his eyes, also turned his back, avoiding Medusa’s gaze.
From now on, it was his job to protect his friend’s back.
He had to hold back the nausea boiling inside his gut.
Otherwise, his head would be cut off.

* * *

“You’ve always had the following in your mouth since you were little.”

Andante was also Alexandra’s old friend.
Now, that friend has rejected the peace of death and rises again with black blood.
Having lost her reason and possessing only the instinct to fight.
Andante, her old friend, has rejected both love and children.
All she wants is the next, the thought of rising.

“What’s next? I can do more.”

It is a dream that can easily be transformed into a wrong desire. However, it is a dream that Jawoon can embrace.
Looking at the current situation, it would be safe to say that it was a failure.

“I will surpass you someday, Alex.”

It was Alexandra who held her.
Nowhere, whether on the Continent or in the Empire, could she release the swordsman with a natural instinct for murder.
Andante had to cut something with red blood once a month, and kill someone at least once every three months.
She always craved killing.

“Now I can kill without any worries. Andante.”

Alexandra said.

Sieeeeeek.

The Death Knight born from the corpse of a monster was silent. Instead, it only exhaled black steam through its visor filled with black soot.
The wind and rain could not melt the steam, so it pierced through the rain and swirled around the helmet.
It was not a mystical sight. It was a sight that gave a chilling horror just to look at.
If a knight died from omnipotence and a wizard faked that death, the knight became a Death Knight.
Then, that knight possessed fighting abilities far superior to those in life.
So it would definitely not be an easy fight.
This was the sword that Hescal had prepared for Alexandra.