Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 722

722. Barely

If you can feel and move the will, can’t you change it?

‘That could be possible.’

I have already experienced it with my body, and I have also implemented it. The silvery light flowing through the sword was also a phenomenon that occurred when
the condensed Will was transferred to the sword. If it could be done to the sword, it could be done to the body. I gathered the remaining Will, condensed it, and then detonated it.
Ragna swung Penna four times like that.

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The place where Ragnar swung his sword was in front of Encred’s left.
Since Dmul was separated from his two companions, it seemed like Encred and Dmul were one group, and Ragnar and the other two were one group.
Encred had been racking his brain and thinking of various ways before Ragnar came forward.
The Luagarne-style tactical swordsmanship does not simply rely on intuition.
Relying on intuition is Encred’s unique technique.
The basis of the tactical swordsmanship was probability calculation.

‘What is the way to survive?’

Or.

‘What are your options to win?’

On the outside, his expression and attitude were indifferent, but in his head, he was constantly calculating. There were countless variables in this place.
And one of those big variables caught Encred’s eye.
Encred was sitting on the wet dirt floor, trying to save even the strength in his legs, and from where he was sitting, he could see the danger Ragna was in.
The three-eyed old man waved his hand several times to spray lightning.
In front of Ragna, a horned scaler variant stretched out its hand and used telekinesis.
The falling raindrops tangled with the telekinesis and formed a shape. Two large hands made of rainwater closed in on Ragna’s left and right. It was a telekinesis that could even trap rainwater pouring down from the air. It was an ability far superior to any scaler he had ever seen.
At the same time as using telekinesis. The scaler variant raised its left hand while maintaining its telekinesis, and jumped in front of Ragna and fell. The speed at which it kicked the ground and closed the distance was comparable to a knight’s strong kick.
Encred’s eyes saw the hand falling slowly.
The surrounding air distorted around the blade. The moment it seemed slow, the blade sped up.
He couldn’t concentrate on his calculations.
It was because his gaze was stolen for a moment, and it was also because his current physical condition was not good enough to think of two things at the same time.
And the bigger reason was his intuition.
It was the voice of his heart that didn’t know why he had to capture that moment
. The light that flew in from the lightning strike was about to hit Ragna’s body. All of Encred’s concentration was on Ragna’s sword.
The light lingered on Ragna’s sword. Even the falling raindrops seemed to be cut left and right by the light.
The condensed Will was showing visible light. Ragna swung his sword as it was.
The first swing was to the left. The lightning was dragged along the trajectory that Penna swung, flying sideways and hitting the ground.
The swinging blade stretched out forward. It was just as the scaler variant was about to strike his hand.
Ragnar’s outstretched sword pierced his hand and even his horned head.

pop!

The sound of lightning striking the ground drowned out other sounds. It was because they happened almost simultaneously.
That’s how fast Ragna’s swords were. Once to the left, once straight ahead.
It felt like there was no gap between the two slashes, as if the two Ragnas had swung their swords at the same time.
Ragna didn’t stop there.
He retrieved the sword he had stabbed and rushed at the three-eyed old man and swung his sword.
At that moment, the invisible curtain, the protection spell, and countless other artifacts and spell objects were activated to protect the three-eyed old man’s body.
At the last moment, the eye on his forehead glowed red.
And all of those tricks couldn’t stop the sword from being swung.
The old man couldn’t even open his mouth, and Ragna’s sword drew a clear line across his neck.
That was after three slashes. Ragna bounced his body again.
His body had gone beyond its limits, just like Encred earlier. If someone who didn’t know saw him, they would think he had memorized a teleportation spell.
Ragnar’s last slash, which narrowed the space without leaving even an afterimage, landed on Dmul’s head.
Unfortunately, however, his sword did not achieve its final goal.

Tsk tsk! Tsk tsk!

It’s a shield.
Was it bad luck? No, it was expected.

‘The wizard is sinister.’

Encred recalled Esther’s teachings.
Cracks appeared around Demeul’s body. Something like broken glass fell and crumbled in the empty air.
The spell that had protected Demeul’s body for forty years was broken.

“That’s amazing.”

Dmul said and threw his hand out. His psychic powers kicked in and hit Ragnar in the torso.

puck!

Ragnar’s body lost all strength after four swings. He was thrown to one side helplessly. This time, he rolled on the ground without even keeping his balance in the air.

Thud, thud.

Right now, he didn’t seem like he could handle even one passing ghoul. But he was still holding Penna tightly in his hand.
Ragna, who had fallen, vomited blood. Then, he tried to get up by hitting the ground with Penna. His body staggered.
His hair was matted and his face was a mess because he had rolled around on the dirt floor soaked with rainwater.
The muddy water that had mixed with the blood he had vomited earlier, now dark red, ran down his face and formed on the tip of his chin.

“I have planted the seeds of plague in your body. Just stay still. You will still be unable to die even if you want to.”

Ragnar couldn’t continue speaking. Blood kept flowing from his mouth and nose. Judging from his dilated pupils, it was a miracle that he hadn’t fainted. Or maybe he had fainted while holding his sword.
But he fought, striking the ground with his sword.
Encred couldn’t stand seeing Ragnar like that and opened his mouth.

“Did you see? A mere swordsman could do something like that.”

What if two of the people you brought are dead? What if one of the three is left?
That was a provocative remark.

“They’re all crazy.”

Demul answers. He has a look of displeasure, but it is not a tone of panic.
Why? Because the two I brought are not that important.
What is important is the divinity. It is me who descended to this land.

“Okay, then come on. I still have some strength left.”

Encred said. That Ragnar is fighting and holding on. When I see that, something hot rises in my chest.
Are you going to cut that rotten body in front of you? Yes, let’s do that. As
I put my hand on the iron sword and spoke, Ragnar’s voice rang out.

“Come on, come on. Me.”

There is no point in guessing what he is trying to say. It is enough that the intention behind his words is clear.
The intention behind his words, spoken while half unconscious, was clear .
It was when Encred clenched his molars.
Was he so in shambles that he didn’t even notice the presence of people?

“Enough, son.”

A large figure stood above Ragnar, blocking the rain. His name was Tempest Jawn. He
was also Ragnar’s father.
He approached and placed a hand on Ragnar’s shoulder.

“It’s done now.”

There is no emotion in Gaju’s words. There is only truth and sincerity.
Rhinox stood right next to Gaju, whining that his back hurt.
Encred was about to ask them why they came so early, and if they hadn’t planned to come tomorrow morning, but stopped.
The variable in the calculation really came late.
But he couldn’t bring himself to say anything.
Neither of them were fine. Rhinox in particular.
He lost his left arm.
When Encred’s eyes met, the old prosecutor who had protected Zaun smiled and said.

“I guess I’ll just have to use the three black ones now.”

He used to wield six swords with his two arms, but now he only has one left.
He can even joke around with that body.
Can he regenerate his severed arm? It would be difficult unless Seiki, who ran away because of his innate divinity, is a god and a yabawi.

“I, I.”

Ragnar kept repeating the same thing, not knowing who had put a hand on his shoulder.
Everyone saw what he had done.
The three-eyed old man had his head cut off, and the chimera, who had grown horns and transformed, had a fist-sized hole in her head.
The edges of the hole in her head were quite dirty, as if she had been stabbed with a penna and then turned her wrist to dig. It was jagged, as if she had been forcibly made with a rough knife.
Well, she was dead.
She had killed the two and tried to kill Dmul, but failed.
Dmul knew the two were coming, but he left them alone because it didn’t matter.

“You didn’t die, thank goodness. Was it because Hescal didn’t do his job properly? Or did you guys go beyond my expectations?”

Instead of being embarrassed, Demul was impressed. What a display of strength, look at what they have done.
Everything I prepared is dead and lying on the ground. I had prepared a coffin for them, but I didn’t know it would end up like this. It was really unexpected.
That was why it was a little fun.
This would probably be the last game I would enjoy before I attained divinity.
Demul looked down at everyone and said. Before he knew it, his body had begun to grow until his head was two heads higher than Encred’s. Black bones supported his body like supports from all over his rotten body.
The flesh with blood vessels bulged out filled the gaps between the bones, adding strength to the support.

“You will all be reborn. I will put divinity in you and let you see a new world.”

Anyone who sees it will think that you asked me to do it that way.

“It’s you.”

Gaju approached Dmul with brisk strides, no matter what the other person said. It was strange that he had grown in size, but Gaju didn’t seem to notice.
He had many scratches all over his body. Even though he wasn’t bleeding, the wounds were completely dyed black. It was a sign of poisoning.
Gaju, who had been trudging forward, stopped walking. If he ran at this rate and swung his greatsword, he would quickly cut off his head. He was within ten steps.
In the meantime, Dmul had gained a smooth, stretched neck, and he lifted his chin and looked down.
Gaju continued calmly.

“You’re uglier than I imagined.”

Rhinox nodded in agreement from behind.

“That’s right.”

DeMuel looked at those left before him. He looked down at them, to be exact.

“You helped that kid endure it. He should have been killed a long time ago.”

No one here can understand what Demuil says or does. Nor did he seek understanding.
God does not seek understanding from His creatures.
He continues.

“Why do creatures who are struggling while being stuck rebel so much?”

Shouldn’t you tell them how great, how wonderful, and how arduous the path you have walked is without asking for their understanding?
This would be a doctrine, not an understanding.

“There was a time when the messenger of death came and whispered to me. Yes, it was a long time ago. At that time, I made a very special potion. It was a potion that allowed me to have a different time from other people. Listen, what would it be like if your day was twice as long as other people’s?”

Demul originally had extraordinary talent, but he wanted to go even higher.
He delved into alchemy and eventually reached the world of spells.
In the process, he entered the realm of magic and the empire. In this way, he glimpsed the secrets of the continent.
Only then did he realize what he truly wanted.
He wanted to become a god. That was his wish.

“That potion was a small gain I made while researching immortality and deathlessness.”

The corners of his rotten mouth went up and his flesh fell off and fell to the floor. Just looking at it made me feel sick.
Now his skin was shiny and hard like a jewel.
But it wasn’t transparent. It was like a jewel full of filth.

“Listen. This is the proof of my greatness, the first time I speak as a god.”

Demuil’s voice overlapped. Encred felt something similar to when he faced the devil as he looked at him.
It was a distinct sense of alienation because his purpose of living and his attitude toward life were so different from those of any other intelligent being, let alone humans.
A dizzying sense of oppression weighed down the air. It made him forget even the raindrops falling. Should I call it a dominance that seemed to completely control the surroundings?
Or should I call it an absorption that sucked up everyone’s attention?
After overwhelming the surroundings like that, Demuil spoke the first sentence of his temple with his rotten tongue.

“One day for someone else was ten days for me. I have had more than a hundred such days. This is how to surpass the extraordinary through the ordinary. This is the beginning of one who was born as a human and surpassed the devil to become a god!”

The overlapping voices made his heart beat. Even the atmosphere seemed to submit to his voice, kneeling and bowing its head.
At that moment, Encred unconsciously took out his true feelings and spoke.

“barely?”

The muttering was small, but it was heard by everyone.