Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 724

724. Even if I die, you must fight.

“A single cut of a pair of scissors is all it takes to cut a taut rope.”

It is said that all it takes is one stone to tip the scales.
Encred thought that maybe Demuil had foreseen this situation before he did.
Maybe Hescal had advised him. Maybe he just had a bad feeling.
Or maybe not.

‘Just two swordsmen and one girl.’

Why did he say something like that and try to kill Anne so soon?

‘If I didn’t know, I wouldn’t have bothered to trip up.’

That’s why I think so.
If Hescal had made up his mind, it would have been quite difficult to save Anne.
Looking back, I can see that this is the conclusion I came to. Even if Ragnar was guarding day and night, Hescal would have found a gap to stab.
But that didn’t happen.
The small stones gathered together and piled up on one side of the scale, and the mere pebbles of two swordsmen and a girl tipped the scale.

* * *

After seeing the sword of Gaju, the thrill passed through her body.
Encred had no talent for predicting the end of a fight, but it was not difficult to see the result and reflect on the situation.
Alexandra accelerated Will, utilizing her stronger than usual strength, five senses, and dynamic vision. That is how she achieved an explosion of goodness.
To explain it more simply, it was like a fight where you light a candle and hold out until the candle completely burns out.
And Tempest changed her form and exploded Will.
It was an explosion of dots. It put everything on the line with just one swing of the sword.
This was not a candle, but a flint flame. It was a spark that exploded only at the moment of bouncing.
However, the firepower was several times stronger than that of a candle. It was like exploding the firepower to burn a candle in one breath.

‘It’s not a swordsmanship that can be done with a sick body.’

The reality that had been forgotten for a moment because of the joy came rushing into Encred’s mind. Even though
Dmul’s body was cut in half, he still smelled of rot. Thick black water flowed between his half-crushed entrails, and rainwater poured into his severed body.
But he was not dead yet. It was as if to prove it.

“Die.”

The left hand of Demuil, which was attached to the part of his body that was relatively healthy, was lifted. At the same time, the words he was mumbling were filled with will and magic power, turning into a spell.
Black fog gathered in front of his hand, then transformed into a long stick and flew towards him.
It was not much different from the ones held in the hands of the scalers until now.
It was obvious without anyone saying that it was full of poison.

Hung.

The staff that was materialized by the spell became real, and the sound of tearing the air was vivid.
Would Gaju die from such a staff? That would not happen. Normally, it would.
With one swing of the sword, all the blood vessels in Gaju’s eyes burst and blood was seeping out.
Because of that, everyone who looked back at him could see Gaju’s eyes turning blood red.
It wasn’t just his eyes. Blood began to flow from his nose, mouth, ears, and all the orifices on his face.
In the midst of all this, a spell had come flying in.
Ragna couldn’t stop it even though he was watching. It was a good thing he hadn’t fainted at that moment. It was impossible to make drastic movements. Still, his body reacted honestly and he half-got up, but there was someone who had stepped forward before him.
It was Encred. It was because he had moved immediately after realizing reality from the joy.
Didn’t he already know from experience that such demons always prepare something last?
He almost lost Shinar even after killing the one-killer. How could I forget that ugly act of trying to put everything I had, including my soul, into Shinar with the blade that was extended at the end?
Yes, I didn’t forget that moment.
Encred was able to stand in front of Gaju even though his whole body was creaking.
It was a series of simple movements. He squeezed his muscles to take his feet off and reached Gaju just before Dmul could cast the spell.
After taking the lead in that position, he twisted his wrist and swung the three irons to hit the middle of the black stick, and with a snap, the stick broke into pieces and scattered on the floor.
Since he didn’t have enough strength to swing it properly, he just twisted his wrist to use the weight of the sword and centrifugal force, but it was okay to say that he blocked it bravely.
If he hadn’t struck the knot of the spell properly, he would have pierced his own chest instead of Gaju.

‘My body is really.’

There was nothing he could do because his body was in shambles.
He had barely managed to block the spells that the bastard had been firing at him.
To be honest, if he hadn’t done something bold to let the spells pour out in the middle, there would have been several holes in his body.
Encred took a breath and looked forward, and Dmul, who was half-dead, glared at him fiercely. He
could hear his voice even without moving his tongue.
Well, he actually opened his mouth.

“I hate you. I hate you.”
“What do you hate so much?”

Encred asked back. There was a softness in his tone as he asked. Are you planning on granting the monster’s wish right before you die?
While everyone else was thinking that, Encred opened his mouth again.

“Am I young?”

No. Encred scratched Demul’s clothes until the end. Of course, it wasn’t because he found teasing fun.
There were some calculations mixed in here. To be exact, it was a conclusion that came from combining Luagarne’s tactical sword with Chrys’s remaining brain.

‘Dumuil still has the strength to make a move.’

To use it fully, you need to gather your wits. In that case, it is better to turn her inside out.
You cannot leave her alone.
You have to take advantage of even such a small advantage. Encred was confident. If it weren’t for the Luagarne-style tactical sword, there would be no reason to do this. This was all thanks to the teachings of Prok, who knew everything.
Well, if the opponent had talked about honor and attacked, he wouldn’t have done this.
In the first place, wasn’t she a ghost who was hiding behind, making tricks, and targeting Anne?
Then, can’t we tease her a little?
Demuel couldn’t bring himself to continue speaking.

“You, this. This, this.”

Even if he had been liberated from the ridicule that had been made of him, he might have experienced a miracle.
If he had been liberated to that extent, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he had become a god.
Although he had not become a god, his anger over having everything he wanted distorted had surged, and when he had crossed a certain line, Demuil’s reason and emotions had become one and created a purpose.
No matter what happened to the head of the household who had cut his body, he would definitely kill that bastard. He would kill him, no matter what.
And Demuil was not a fool.

‘No, it doesn’t end with killing.’

I won’t leave Jawoon behind just to kill that one kid. Is it only the guy who speaks out that’s the problem?
No. Jawoon, Gaju, and the guys with the sword were all targets of resentment.
Also, I’ve only just realized something now.

‘Hescal, you.’

He was deceived. Looking back, these are the things he sees. The bastard’s goal was not to usurp divinity. His goal must have been to live after usurping divinity.
That means he had something to do after surviving. He couldn’t end it the way the dead Hascal wanted.

‘I’m dying.’

Was it because he had been struggling for a long time not to die?
Demul knew that he was going to die, and he knew clearly what he could do before he died.
Death was a foregone conclusion.

‘Jawoon goes with me.’

If I die, the seeds of the disease I spread will germinate and grow in an instant.
Then, most of the people in Zaun will die. Eight out of ten, including the hunters’ village, the brokers’ village, and the retirees’ village, will die.
This is a secret that I haven’t told even Hescal. If he knew this, he would hit the ground even after he’s dead, Hescal.
It’s been decades since I settled here. Most of them were in suspended animation, but not in the past few years.
I’ve prepared to this extent.
However, this is all.

‘And that’s the end.’

The puppy that barks in front of me will eventually survive and be finished.

‘Will you spread the news of my death and receive praise?’

Since he was young, he had been hearing the words, “Snake Heart.” Dmul was very jealous. He often heard that snakes became humans. He
hated that Encred was praised. He also hated the fact that that bastard survived.
Before he died, Dmul put everything he had on the scale.
How can I kill both Zaun and that bastard?
Things went wrong and he ended up like this, but Dmul’s intelligence was not low.
He quickly thought of a way to kill that unsightly bastard.

“I will die.”

Demuil’s mouth opened.

“Even a passing human-faced dog could tell.”

Encred intervened, but Demul did not become excited.

“Listen, Lord Jawoon.”

His voice overlapped once more. Encred saw that what he was doing now was his last move.
No matter what spell was coming, he would be able to block it one more time.
His body was a little creaky, but his swordsmanship that cut off the spell had become a little more mature based on Esther’s training and his previous real-life experience. He also
realized something while casting the spell at the end.

‘Even if about fifty black bars like the ones just now fly in, I can somehow block them.’

You may get a few holes in your body, but if you do them cleverly, you won’t become disabled.

“I won’t leave you alone.”

Rhinox approached and said.
Looking behind him, there were several swords of Zaun, including Anahera and Riley.
Their determination was no less than his own.
This fight was Zaun’s, after all. They drew their swords to protect themselves.
The head of the household looked at Encred’s back with his blurred eyes, and then felt his vision becoming completely blurry.
Was he blind? He might have.
The swing he had just swung was something he had never done even in his prime.
You could say he threw everything he had into it. In reality, he did it because he thought it would be okay to die right after swinging his sword.
Because he had treated Will so harshly, he felt exhausted and wanted to just sit down and rest, but the one he had cut was still talking.
Gulp, blood flowed out of his earholes. His ears were also a bit blocked, but he could still hear.

“I’m listening.”

As soon as the host answered, Demul began to curse in a very calm tone.

“I’ll let you decide. There are only two options.”

As I was listening, wondering what kind of nonsense this was, the owner of the rotten body, who had managed to keep up, kept wagging his dirty tongue.

“If I gather my remaining strength and detonate it, everyone in Zawoon who caught the disease I spread will die. The seeds of that disease normally grow over time, but if I die, they will grow in an instant and take away lives. That’s how I planted them from the beginning. But!”

The guy cuts off mid-sentence. His tone was full of power.
Ragnar, who was listening, felt his head pounding.
The guy’s voice sounded like it was layered. It was the voice of a monster who wanted to become a god, gathering all his remaining strength and exploding.

“Instead, I will give all the curses I have to that one guy. Then, the curse that causes the disease that was spread in Jawoon to sprout in an instant will disappear.”

Dmul lifted his remaining finger and pointed at Encred.
Did he hate him so much that he only had to kill Encred?
No, Dmul knew people. He didn’t just know them, he also controlled their hearts.
That’s why he used Hescal as his sword.
Thinking back, I think I was fooled, but the reason I brought him here in the first place was definitely because he touched the human’s desires and hearts.

‘I know humans.’

Demul was confident.
Encrid would reject this offer. No one in the world wants to die. That is the truth.

‘Let alone someone who would die for others.’

There may be parents who die for their children.
But who would die for a complete stranger? Is there such a person?
Because of the words he had spoken, Gaju had to weigh the Jawoon and the outsider on the scale, and it was clear which way the scale would tip.
Encred would rebel. And Gaju would catch and subdue the rebel.

‘You must fight even if I die.’

That’s the first trick.
There’s another hidden trick here.
What if Gaju and Jawoon catch Encrid?
They said that the seeds of disease don’t germinate all at once, but they didn’t say that the disease would disappear.
Even if all of this goes wrong, it’s just a matter of whether you die early or late.

“You want me to believe that?”

Rhinox intervened.

“Now, look.”

As DeMuel speaks and waves his hand, a square golden frame appears in the air behind him, and golden letters appear.

“You’ve heard of it, right? It’s the Book of Promises. I will write down my intentions in this book of promises.”

A precious relic has emerged.
The words written in the golden book will definitely come true. And the price is the soul of the dead.
It was widely said that the owner of the golden book of words that shone brightly was one of the demons that ruled the realm of magic.
It was said that he had the nickname of the master of the golden spell.
Rhinox also knew of the existence of the golden book of words. It was an unavoidable death sentence. No, it was an act that even the soul was mortgaged.

“It’s true. That book of golden words.”

Schmidt, who had been stepping in and taking on the role of a confident man in battle, spoke.
He had trained both magic and swordsmanship. His magical knowledge now confirmed what Demuil had said.
He had fought hard, too, as one side of his cheek was torn and discolored.
Schmidt spoke again. He spoke logically after realizing the situation.

“It doesn’t make sense to say that I prepared this to deceive someone. There’s no one in Zawoon with magical abilities, and my stay here wasn’t particularly planned.”

If Tempest or others didn’t believe him, something terrible would happen.
Schmidt didn’t want that.
He couldn’t lose his half-brother and best friend all at once.

“There is no lie in what I say. If you don’t believe it, do as you please. But it is all true.”

There was a leisurely tone to Demuil’s speech.
For someone who would soon die, he was truly bold.
Those behind him were talking about what the Book of Proverbs was, whether it was real, and whether they could believe it, but they soon began to shut their mouths.
No matter how you looked at it, the atmosphere seemed to say that all of this was real.