Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 723

723. Dot Explosion

My mouth opened by itself, but there was nothing I could do. I was trapped in a curse that made me repeat today. So when I repeated that today, there were times when
it exceeded several hundred times. If you add up the number of times, it would not be in the hundreds, but in the thousands.
So it was natural that I said barely. If the boatman, who knew this situation, saw it, he would nod.
That could be possible.
Of course, if someone else who didn’t know this situation saw it, it would have a completely different meaning.
Provocation in the midst of this?
Well, wouldn’t it seem like that?
The word ‘barely’ was natural to Encred, but it sent out a slightly different wave to others.
The overlapping voice that had made even the rainwater worship a moment ago made Dmul look like a being from another world, not this one.
It had overflowed with a majesty that you could never reach even if you stretched out your hand.
With that word ‘barely,’ he once again became an ugly soul possessed by a rotting corpse, a monster who lived on spells and potions.
Moreover, he showed such narrow-mindedness that he reacted to a few words.

“……I admit that you have a talent for getting on my nerves, creature.”

He told Encred.

“I’m just a swordsman.”

Encred answered, raising his three iron fists. He slowly raised his arm and pointed to one side. He continued.

“Together, there are only two swordsmen.”

Swish.

No one opened their mouths except for the wind and rain.
It would be extraordinary to have the nerve to make such a provocation in the midst of all this.

Kkwarung!

The sky spit out lightning as if it was amazed at Encred. White light brightened the surroundings and then disappeared.
The shadows centered on the body stretched in four directions and then returned to their original form as if they were assimilated into the darkness that had come where the light had left.
Throughout this process, Encred’s posture was not disturbed at all.

“He’s not crazy for nothing.”

Rhinox was impressed. Encred wanted to deny that. That wasn’t something to be said from someone who joked that he would only use three swords after losing an arm.
But the head of the household spoke before that.

“It’s my turn now. Encred of the Border Guard.”

Gaju stood before a monster with a unique beauty technique that gave him black rock skin, and although his whole body was covered in wounds, he still showed an intimidating presence. Should I say that he was a human who looked like a great sword? It wasn’t
intimidating, but rather he himself seemed like a sword.
The great sword was sharpening its blade with full will to fight. It seemed unnecessary to ask where the tip of the sword was pointing.

“Don’t worry. Here’s the Meat Shield Rhinox.”

Rhinox also joins in and says:

“Did you say that someone else’s day is ten todays to you?”

Encred also interjected and asked a question, and before the other person could answer, he opened his mouth again. It was a series of questions.

“So that’s why you look so old?”

At this point, it would be safe to say that he would risk his life to tease his opponent.
The tone is like a scene from some heroic epic, but the words are like that. It was a provocative ability that naturally drew admiration.
Is the word “old-fashioned” coming from here?

“I’m young.”

Every time Encred said a word, Rhinox stuck out his tongue.

“This guy really is something I want to tear apart and kill.”

The tone of the monster Demul was filled with anger. There must have been at least one person who looked down on him during the decades of his life. But it had been a long time since he had heard such words.
Or was it the first time?
I would not have to tell you all my story, but I had spent the past decades as if I was asleep.
And before I fell asleep or after I woke up, there were only those who supported me.

“My God!”
“My teacher who will become the new god of the Demon Realm!”

The only one who didn’t show fear was Hescal. He was not afraid, but he came to me looking for profit.
Even Hescal, who was like that, didn’t want to form a new Zaun by his side and rely on it.
Dmul’s insides were twisted.
Just because someone wants to become a god doesn’t mean they are broad-minded. That’s Dmul’s nature. He never spared anyone who fell out of favor.
He didn’t trust Hescal completely, so he put a gold bar on his heart, but he made an incomprehensible choice in the end.
Words like faith and trust didn’t exist in his life.
He was a narrow-minded person who had never trusted anyone.
Now, he had become a narrow-minded monster.

“You will definitely die.”

Dmul lifted his finger and pointed at Encred. The skin had turned to black stone here and there over the rotten flesh, making it an ugly sight.

“What did I do?”

Encred denied Demul’s words.
Well, it’s not like he really felt wronged, since it’s always the case that someone shows murderous intent toward him.
It was evident in his tone, and even his calm tone when he said he felt wronged was annoying.

“Let us not meet as enemies.”

Rhinox spoke with renewed admiration.
Gaju raised his sword without a single smile.
It wasn’t like that for twenty years, but Jawoon had to split up internally. For a long time, he had to suspect, reject, and test someone.
Gaju was very angry about that. And the one who dared to split up his entire family was right in front of him.
The essence of all this trickery was not Hescal, but the monster in front of him.
Gaju knew that.

“I should have found him and killed him a long time ago.”

The master hummed softly, and upon hearing that, Demul’s gaze turned towards the master.

“How arrogant of you, you punk.”

I have been searching for the one who spread the curse and disease for over ten years, and now I have finally met him.
The time that Demul was actually active was very short. In the meantime, his disciples took his place.
If Hescal had not helped, he would still be hiding somewhere, in a state of suspended animation.

‘I woke up a hundred years earlier than originally planned.’

Of course it didn’t matter. It was just that I woke up a little early.
Anyway, I had glimpsed the divine now.
The fish swimming in the lake called Jaun were no match for him even if they were big.
That’s why I started everything even though I knew it wasn’t perfect.
Dmul didn’t need to teach anymore. It was time for discipline.
Black smoke rose following his hand, and bugs gathered on the floor.
Each one was the size of a palm. You couldn’t say it stung if you bit them.
Encred stood with his sword. Rhinox also stood with one arm, and everyone began to feel a presence behind them.
No one needed to look back. It wasn’t the presence of a demon, and a voice was heard right away.

“Anahera has come here.”

It was the words of the most beautiful woman among the giants, limping and having lost her helmet.

“I trained my sword for times like this. I will help you too.”

After that, two men who are originally limping join in.
The giant Anajera and the limping Riley.

“Is that him?”
“Hascal is dead?”
“Is Ragnar dead? He can’t die yet. He has to wait until I surpass you.”

In addition, the swords of Zuun gathered.

“If you lose, I’ll do it next.”

There came Alexandra, half leaning against Odinkar’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you, Alex.”

Odinkar calmed down his anger that had surged to the top of his head. In a short time, he had grown.
It was his habit to cross the line during sparring, but that habit disappeared after rolling around in the Border Guard.
The swords of Zaun were gathering. It was to protect the place where they lived.
Their power must have exceeded Dmul’s expectations.
Even if he had eliminated Medusa and the serpents, he had not expected that anyone in Zaun would die and stand before him like this.
However, Dmul believed that even this did not matter. Being alone was not a problem.
Hescal and those who called themselves disciples were just expendables.
He was a god who would open a new magic realm here.
That is how he would be praised by all creatures living on the continent and the empire, and he would become a god and establish new laws.

“Protect the family.”

Encred followed his intuition and continued without taking a breath.

“Get out of the way, Anahera! Carl, back up. Lead the pack with Riley. Kill all the bugs.”

With a few gestures from Demul, insects poured out of the air and a golem made of black clay rose from the ground.
The fist of the black clay golem was as big as a human head.
Was it going to be another long fight?
No, it wasn’t.
The head of the household poured the medicine bottle into his mouth, swallowed it, and then lifted his sword as if it were hanging down, catching his breath.

‘The medicine now?’

It’s the medicine Anne gave me. I heard it’s a medicine that relieves pain, even if it’s just for a little while.
Gaju just took it.
Up until now, I’ve been fighting with a body that’s a mess.
Why?

‘For now.’

For this one moment.
The moment that the head of the family, who had the talent for plotting, had been waiting for was now.
Despite what he knew in his head, Encred felt an unusual aura from him.
In the meantime, Demul summoned bugs, golems, and flying evil spirits, and sprayed bottles.
The black smoke he was spewing was itself a poison and a deadly disease.
If you inhaled the smoke, you would develop boils inside your body and go blind.
All of the swordsmen of Zawoon retreated appropriately and began a fight to buy time.
They avoided the black smoke and cut the bugs.
They circled the golems, cutting off their legs to eliminate their mobility, and then cut them again when they regenerated. And
so the fight began, and the head of the family stood with his sword in his hand as if he were dead, then lifted the hanging sword and held it next to his face.
Demul, who was watching, waved both his hands and threw a lump of black water. It was as big as a person’s head, and he didn’t even want to imagine what would happen if it exploded.

“Stop it.”

Gaju’s mouth opened. I don’t know what Gaju knew or what he was saying, but Encred did as he was told.
Encred was able to sense the shape of the spell. He even walked with fire like that. He then trained with Esther to further hone his senses.

‘order.’

Looking at the result, he raises his sword and swings it. Pulling his left foot, the extended Samcheol cuts the black mass of water with a crack, and the mass of water splits into two.

Pubbuck.

The black lump that split into two and fell to the ground was mixed with the dirt and no trace could be found.
It was a power borrowed from the master of sulfur that melted everything it touched.
But it was useless. The core of the spell, the transformation of magical power, was broken.

“Place your order?”

Demul was surprised. This was truly surprising.
The cord made of magic was cut off. Could a mere swordsman do this?

“Dare?”

Dwill threw five more black lumps in succession, and then chains made of black smoke emerged from behind him and stretched out in all directions.
The chains silently crawled along the ground like swift snakes, teasing Encred’s ankles.
Encred cut all five lumps in order. The slashing itself wasn’t that difficult, except for the fact that it was a spell.
It wasn’t fast, and it didn’t fly off the rails. It was easier to cut than the pumpkins that Rem threw with her bare hands.
The chains were similar.
I saw points of impact exerting power here and there, so I moved diligently and cut.
I took my foot off and kicked to buy time, and pulled the three irons to sweep the ground.
My muscles were aching, and my head was throbbing.

‘Pale and long.’

Once I used Explosion, I was able to pull out Will like a thin thread through Moderation. It was much easier to control Will than before.
I wanted to try it after seeing what Ragnar did, but right now, swinging my sword is more important.

“her!”

Demul glared at Encred. What good will come of that brat?
Encred mumbled. He tried to say something. Are you saying you can’t hold out anymore? Are you saying you can’t do it anymore?
Judging by the blood gushing from his nose, it’s not normal.
Demul watched his mouth as he casted the spell.
Encred swallowed the blood that was rising up and spoke. A speaker should speak in a way that is appropriate for the other person to hear. Encred was a great speaker in this regard.
He spoke in a way that was appropriate for Demul to hear.

“What can two swordsmen and a girl do?”

Are you saying something like that here?

“Kiaa!”

Demul let out a roar. His anger soared.
Then the types of spells flying at him increased.
Black lumps, chains, and black hands suddenly appeared from below.
Some of the rainwater turned black and turned into dogs. Lightning flashed here and there, but Encred managed to dodge them and cut down all the spells that threatened the lord.
In the process, he rolled on the ground, getting soaked in mud all over his body, and pieces of his fairy underwear that had been crushed inside him flowed out due to the violent movement. Even
though he was soaked and rolled around in mud, looking like a rat that had been squeezed out somewhere, Encred’s blue eyes did not lose their light even in the darkness.
When he thought he had reached his limit, the lord jumped in front of Demul.
What did Demul believe at that moment? The protective spell that surrounded his body?
But one of the truths of the world is that faith can be betrayed at any time.
Isn’t it also written in the temple?
If you take in hundreds of disciples, there will always be someone who betrays and sells out their master.
By the way, the fable of betraying one’s master appears in all the holy scriptures. It also appears frequently in old fables that are passed down by word of mouth.

“ah.”

When he came back to his senses, Ragna let out a single voice.
Encred also stared ahead. He had no more strength to move, so he was still on the ground with his iron fist.
Rainwater was hitting his eyelids, but he couldn’t blink.
Gaju, Tempest Jawoon, ran and swung his sword.
It was just one swing.
Gaju had staked everything on it. His past experiences, his training, and even the time ahead.
Light burst from his sword. It was a form of Will that was clearly different from Audyn’s divinity.
The light surrounding the sword bent and cut off the world.
It was a sword that could cut anything. He knew it the moment he saw it.
Gaju’s sword shattered all the protective spells and everything, entering Dmul’s shoulder and exiting diagonally, splitting his body apart.
To the naked eye, it only felt like light was pouring in and cutting through the ugly monster.
Encred felt the Will rippling and exploding inside Gaju during the entire process.
It wasn’t because his senses were special. Perhaps even if you were only a junior officer, you would have felt it.
Will was intangible and invisible, but you could feel it. Now, you could see it with your eyes.
But the Will of the Housewives, in addition to showing it, made you feel the changes in your surroundings, like the wind blowing your hair, even though you couldn’t see it.

‘explosion.’

He also used Will to blow things up.
However, his method was different from Alex’s.
Experience, intuition, and theories he had developed while training came together to make it clear what Gaju had done.

‘Explosion of dots.’

Alexandra had some time to manage her fights. That is, it was an explosion of goodness. On the other hand, Gaju bet everything on one swing of the sword.
That is, it was a sword technique to contain everything in one swing of the sword.
That must have been Gaju’s secret technique.
And that secret technique cut through Jaun’s long nightmare.
Black blood soaked the floor. The raindrops gradually became thinner, and now the wind had died down.
Dmul looked down at his half-cut body. Half-rotted organs flowed out onto the floor.

“Why?”

He asks a question. There is no madman who pretends to be a god. There is only an ugly man who denies death.
Encred also felt a shiver run through his body as he recalled the sword strike he had made a moment ago.
To be honest, I thought I could win if I fought with my life on the line.

‘I can’t stop it.’

Just now, when I saw the knife being used, a sudden dizziness struck my head.

‘The continent is vast.’

So it was fun.
Encred laughed at the sight of the will and sword of the house, and Dmul turned his gaze by chance and saw Encred laughing like that.
Hatred surged in his heart.