Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 755

755. Minotaur

Before they were called eroders, it was during the time of their ancestors.
If we look into the reason for serving the demon god, it would be said that the demon god helped them when their ancestors first settled here, so there was no lack of reason for serving them.
The demon god accepted sacrifices and forced sacrifices, but now it was something they could not stop doing in order to survive.

‘Oh, my God.’

They don’t even know the name of the demon. They worship the symbol as a statue, but they don’t know if it’s the real form of the demon.
The round piece of wood, blackened by fire, placed on a long stick is the black sun.
It is said to be for the god who will one day take away the light of this world and settle down on this land.
The so-called priest told them. The priest was the one who told them everything so that they could live like this.

“Hold it.”

The priests spoke and they kept it.
If they do not serve, there is only death. There is no one to protect them in this land.
It is obvious that they cannot return to the human race in their current form.
If there is no one to serve, they will all die. Even
if their neighbors, family, and friends disappear into the demon realm throughout their lives. Even if
some of the children they are born are taken away by the priests.
It is all something they must endure. Since they
gave up thinking for themselves and decided to be content with just living, they have entrusted their decisions, judgments, and choices to others.
It is truly a long way to go for that dependence to disappear all at once.
In fact, it is almost impossible.
These people could not live without relying on someone.
Fish cannot live outside of water.
They cannot change their lives that have become accustomed to the past few decades overnight.
The village of the eroders was a completely different type of residential group from the village of the hermits they had seen in the Pen-Hanil Mountains.

* * *

There have been a few people who tried to punish the village of the encroachers in the name of justice, but they all died.
The monsters sent by the priests always judged such people.

* * *

If the demon protects, how far will it go? If the demon crosses the boundary, will it attack? Then will it be watching the whole time?
That wasn’t it.

“The relics are buried.”

Even before Saxon spoke, Encrid felt a sense of alienation. Sinar had been complaining of headaches throughout his stay here.

“I have a headache. Fiance, I need someone to lean on.”

It wasn’t enough to immediately help her.
Sinar wasn’t disappointed even though the trick didn’t work. Instead, he guessed the identity of the artifact that Saxen had found and told her.
Aside from Saxen’s keen senses, the fairy’s senses and ability to manipulate spirits were more than enough to figure out the identity of the artifact buried underground.
Not to mention that she herself was the target of a demon’s courtship and had been with the devil for quite some time.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that she was the best demon discerner among the fairies.

“It’s the devil.”

It was a firm and definitive statement. It was not that the relic was the devil, but that it was a relic created by the devil.

“I agree with you.”

Saxon also agreed.
When Audyn was brought to the place, a white light appeared on his body. It was a manifestation of divinity, like a conditioned reflex.

“It’s full of unpleasant energy.”

Although he didn’t say it in detail, the atmosphere and environment here were not good for Audyn either.
Was it only for him? No way. Everyone was similar.
They all knew how to be patient because they respected others and had excellent patience.

‘It seems like patience is only used when necessary, seeing as they swing their swords at each other normally.’

Encred walked around the village and observed the surroundings. Luagarne’s words were certainly right.

‘If you make this place your center, it’s good for hitting wandering monsters or small magic circles.’

The village is located on a flat land, so the surroundings are open. Behind you can see the forest, and in the distance you can see the black mountain with its peaks dyed red.
Above all, this is an inviolable area where nearby monsters and beasts cannot approach.
The buried relics act like wild dog urine or bear excrement, so they are truly powerful signs of territory.
Now, what to do is obvious, intuitive, and clear.

“There’s no need to rush around, right?”

Encred asked. Of course, it wasn’t a question directed at the sky. They were walking with Shinar on their left and Luagarne on their right.
They were today’s walking companions.
Rem was busy wandering around the village, blushing, saying that there were many magically interesting things to do, and Audin and Teresa were practicing, thinking that this was the place where prayers should not stop.

“Yes.”

Luagarne answered.
She stayed for a few days and heard information about the surrounding magic zones. The villagers knew a lot.
To be exact, all the places they judged to be dangerous had colony-level monster groups or small magic zones.
Even if there was protection from the demon god, if they didn’t know the danger zone, they would go out and disappear, so it was information that was accumulated naturally.
In Encred’s opinion, this place was somewhat fixed.
There were many monsters and beasts that lived in a strange balance without invading each other.

‘The monsters coming from the south.’

On the continent, such monsters and groups of demons were often encountered.
That is why Viscount Harrison, who settled in the southern farmland of the Kingdom of Naurilia, had to deal with monsters that came and went all his life, things that could be called disasters from his perspective.
Some of them were born and came from places like this.
In any case, the power of this side is the Knights, so there is no reason to gather around.

“Let’s put Lawford and Ragnar together as a group, and let Luagarne, Teresa, and Pel move together as a group.”

Rather than saying that he divided his forces by thinking separately, it was something he said based on feeling.
Encred had the ability to figure out his opponent’s intentions just by feeling, even on the front lines of the battlefield.
As time passed and he gained experience, he was able to apply that ability in situations like this. He divided them arbitrarily, but it was an appropriate arrangement.

“Good.”

Luagarne nodded.
The tasks that followed were the same as before, but different. That is why they became easier.
Even if it was not easy, they were the ones who would eventually find and move. The mad knights immediately attacked the surrounding magic circles. They
would move when the sun rose and the fight would end before the sun set.

“There was a group of scalers. They didn’t have any supernatural abilities, but they had particularly hard scales.”

This is Lawford’s report.
It took less than half a day to destroy one of the demonic realms. Ragnar’s sunrise swamped the area. Burning, supporting, and cutting.

“I thought Lord Chrys would be happy if I collected the scales of the dead scalers, but it’s too bad.”

Encred simply nodded indifferently to Lawford’s words.
It would be difficult to carry anything because it is so bulky. If there were another way to transport the byproducts of the monsters here, it would be very helpful.
If these scales were processed into armor, the Border Guard’s standing army would be better equipped.
Judging from what the villagers were wearing, it seemed very feasible. They had some kind of talent and were wearing clothes made of leather or scales, and the finish was excellent.

“There was an interesting creature. It was a small winged snake. It had a triangular head and spat out poisonous stingers.”

Luagarne also came back and said that Teresa blocked the poison with her shield and approached him, grabbing his neck and tearing it off.

“It was great, using brute force rather than technique.”

Luagarne added.
Just hearing this, you can tell that Teresa’s skills have improved compared to before. If strength is an advantage, it’s natural to use it. Teresa’s strategy made full use of her brute strength.
Audin moved with Sachsen. They were looking for one of the wandering demons, and luckily they found it in two days.
It was a giant fox. When they caught it, they said it used telekinesis, but telekinesis was useless against those two.

“Did you have any trouble?”
“Not at all, brother.”

Encred asked just in case, but all he saw was Audyn shaking his head and Saxon shrugging his shoulders.
The residents of the Demon Realm were all surprised.
It was hard not to be surprised when they saw what they had done. They
literally tore apart the surrounding demon realms, monsters, and beasts.
Among them were demons that changed their appearances to lure people, and there were more than five demon realms centered around ghouls.
There were also many amorphous demons, evil spirits. The monster with the nickname of Twilight Witch with the Plague Maiden was the most famous monster in this area.
It was a being that people thought would become a new demon if time passed.
Its presence was so strong that even the Red Cloak Knights had it in mind to hunt it.
A large man and woman and three fierce-looking men left and quickly finished it off.
Ironically, among them, Frock looked the weakest. The residents didn’t even know the difference.
Anyway, they just wondered what the hell was going on.
And in the process, Encred once again encountered the harshness of the Southern Magical Zone.

‘It’s a bad land for people to live in.’

And yet, it is a land where people live.
The contradiction gave birth to a village of eroders.
The boatman in the fantasy asks. No, the boatman asked for several days.

“What will you choose?”

It is a forced choice following a cruel fantasy.
Are they even something to protect?
Or something to cut down?
Or should they just abandon them and leave?
Regardless of the choice, will the oath as a knight remain the same?
Oaths and beliefs ultimately value inner rationality.
If you take even the slightest clumsy step, your Will will be damaged. You know this by instinct and experience.
The Imperial Knight Balfir Balmung told you many stories, and among them, the most were about the differences between a flower knight and an Imperial knight.

“Among the flower knights of the continent, there are quite a few who make light of the oath. Those who compromise? Those kinds of people can’t go any higher.”

It was Balmung’s words, but it was a statement proven by the history of the empire.
If you fail to keep your oath, your value as a knight will fall. In other words, your will will be damaged.
So you will have to find the answer to the question the boatman asked.
The people of the Demon Realm were surprised, but they did not drive Encred and his party away. There was no need to do so.
So what the villagers expected happened. The relic of the Demon God watched the village and sent a cleaner.

Hmm-myoooooooooo!

It was the outskirts of a village where even the fence wasn’t properly built. The giant bull entered through the fields that the residents had made. The startled flock of sheep ran to one side. A few dogs also hid, whining.

“Minotaur?”

The first thing I noticed was Saxon. The smell of a beast and a pungent scent that strangely tickled my nose was what I thought was a monster.
It announced itself with a howl. The meaning behind that howl was very clear.

Let’s fight.

No one could ignore that powerful roar.
It was the time when dusk was falling. It was a dull sunset. Along with the roar that tore through the damp air, a long shadow stretched across the ground beside the thing. It was so big that you had to raise your head to see it, and in the slanting sunlight, it looked bigger than it did with your eyes.
The momentum radiating from its entire body was the same.

“When your head is cluttered, there’s nothing better than movement.”

Encred stepped forward and said, “I’ll take care of it, so just watch.”

“You always try to eat delicious food by yourself.”

Rem complained. But she wouldn’t go against Encred’s words.
Two moons peeped out from behind the setting sun.
While everyone was watching, the Minotaur put his hands on his waist and craned his neck to raise his head.

Oh my gosh!

It is a roar that makes everyone around shiver.
Its basis is murderous intent and wildness.
Encred ignored the roar of the bull’s beast with the will of rejection that arose naturally and caused the pressure.
The visualized pressure becomes a wall and blocks the way. It is an iron wall, a wall for protection.

“Look at this.”

Rem muttered. It was a bit surprising.
The bull had two broad-faced swords stuck in his waist.
The broad-faced swords were like a glaive, but the handles were shorter. It was a modified weapon.
Where did he get such a thing?
The minotaur holding the two swords took a stance.
Can wildness be combined with swordsmanship? No. Usually it is. However, the monster in front of him was not ordinary.
If there were monsters with hardened skin and telekinesis, could there be such supernatural powers?
Or could it be that it could see mysterious things because it was a magic realm ?
It was a monster that used swordsmanship.
It was generally said that the power contained in its body was stronger than that of an ogre, and that it was said to be as threatening as Medusa, but it was also using a sword.
The stance with its legs spread, the different heights of its arms holding the swords.
Everything told me that the bull could handle a sword.
Encred aimed at the dawn forge.
The Minotaur uses a sword. I get that, but what is that?
Right now, Encred was just curious to see if the bull’s scream was um-mer.
Aside from the posture, the weapon the bull was holding was also unusual. It should be called a relic. To be more precise, it should be called a relic or a magic sword imbued with magic.
Encred, facing the bull, began to breathe deeply and deeply.
The dawn forge vibrated. It seemed as if it was saying that it wanted to quickly cut down the bull monster.
Encred decided to listen to the wind of his engraved weapon.
He quietly kicked the ground. In an instant, the distance between them narrowed, and the Minotaur’s arm muscles bulged, and the sword tore through the air and flew. All of that happened in an instant.
A “Boo-oo!” noise followed, hitting his ears.
Before that noise erupted, one human and the monster had already exchanged offense and defense.