Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 765

765. So what can you do?

Below the tall wooden spires, there were long thorny walls on both sides. The vengeful spirits embroidering the outer walls of the walls came closer like waves.

Aaaah …

An unintelligible whisper, a low, melodic sound that covered it all, and a piercing scream that cut through the two voices.
A choir made up of demons. The choir of thorn-clad spirits rang in the ears and made the heart race.
It was a harmony of despair and fear, sorrow and pain.
It was ominous. It was a harmony that made everyone who heard it feel uneasy, and it made them want to join them or die instead.
Of course, that was the case for ordinary people. It was not a story that applied to the Mad Knights.

“Hey, it’s really noisy.”

Rem had established his territory with sorcery. Even without that, he would not have been affected by the screams of such rascals.
He pulled his little finger out of his ear and blew it out with his mouth. Then he threw out another word.

“Would you please be quiet?”

The specialty of sorcery is visualization. Rem’s specialty is to take out what is needed at that time and use it appropriately.
As soon as Rem finished speaking, a black shadow rose up behind him.
No one here knows it, but it was the possession of a tiger’s beast that had survived in the Pen-Hanil Mountains for over a hundred years. It
is a being that eats and devours souls, and is the natural enemy of evil spirits.

Aaaah- ah, ah.

The sound of the thorny wall gradually diminished.
The eyes of the ghosts carved out of the trees on the wall avoided their gaze. They were carved out of wood, so they had no boundaries, only a round shape, and no pupils, but they looked like that. The wall seemed to be frightened.

“fizzle.”

Rem raised her index finger and spoke in front of her nose.
While Encred stared ahead absentmindedly, Teresa opened her mouth slightly and then closed it. She wasn’t surprised. She had been about to step forward. Now that she looked at it, it wasn’t something she should have
done. What Rem did was a feat that anyone would admire, but no one was surprised to see it here.
That much was natural.
Naturally, everyone’s eyes turned upward.
The tall tree was no different from a spire made by humans. The wide branches served as a foothold, and that was also the reason why the blue-skinned fairy was able to roll to the side and dodge the spear blade that Encred threw
. The one wearing black armor loosely lowered his shield.
The shield had a shallow dent left by the spear Encred had thrown with all his might.

Woof-woof-woof.

There was a vibration inside the visor. It was an unintelligible expression of intent. The fairy who had fallen put her hands on the floor and got up again.
The fairy’s eyes turned to Encred.

“you.”

Those eyes, though not quite astonished, glared at Encred.

“It’s embarrassing when you look at me so intently.”

Encred shrugged and answered, while Sinar assisted in a soft tone from beside him.

“Who dares to look at that rotten and decayed thing that is not even nutritious and only contains poison?”

Meanwhile, Luagarne took a few steps forward, skillfully wielding her whip, retrieved the fallen relic javelin, and hurled it at Encred.
Encred caught it with a snap, grabbed the spear shaft, pressed it down, folded it back into a stick shape, and then put it on her waist.

“It started out loud.”

Lawford muttered.

“Is that a slap?”

Pel asked, pointing ahead.
He seemed determined to tear down the wall or whatever.

“Long-standing fairy and all.”

The two spirits, who had not even seen the eyes, cursed Shinar.

“Fruit is only delicious when it is ripe.”

Shinar calmly accepted.
He whispered to Encred that the longer it is left, the more delicious it becomes.
It is the nature of the world to say what needs to be said, regardless of anger. That is the habit of Shinar that Encred has seen so far.
This is a demonic realm, and what they are in front of is a thorn tree castle, a rare structure even in a demonic realm, but no one is scared by it. It is more than calm, it is leisurely.
It is an attitude that does not fit the situation and environment, in other words, disharmony.

“Look at these.”

It was then. Under the spire tree and on top of the thornbush wall. A man appeared, staring blankly in this direction.
His skin was dark, but he was within the category of being called human, and he had an ordinary appearance that could be seen anywhere.
Brown hair and brown eyes.
The only unusual thing was that he was a little bigger, but he was still smaller than Audyn or Teresa.
He was up there so I couldn’t measure his height exactly, but I could guess.
Encred’s gaze turned to him. Their eyes met. The man seemed to have immediately realized who the person standing in the center of the group that had come to visit was.
Encred didn’t think there were many humans living in the demon realm, so he asked.

“Holy Land Church?”

It is known that the cult of the Demonic Realm serves the Demonic Realm. It would not be surprising if some of them were living here.
It was easy to predict that there would be some left here in addition to those active on the continent.

“Holy Church? Why are the names of those idiots mentioned? I am an apostle who serves the Red Foot.”

Encred couldn’t understand a single word the man was saying. What was the red foot?
There was a gap in information between the two.
The problem was that neither of them had any intention of resolving the other’s doubts.
And there was another thing peculiar about the man. Although he spoke the Imperial language, his accent was strangely different.

“Oh, you talk a lot.”

Rem intervened.

“Are you hungry?”

Fel asked again. Luagarne and Loford had been searching for the entrance to the thorny wall since a while ago.
They were talking and doing things.
But they couldn’t see the entrance anywhere. Does it climb the wall every time it goes up?
The spirit held the longbow and glared at Encred, and Shinar stared at the spirit.

“What is red foot?”

Encred also asked the man a question about what his group was doing. Instead of answering, the man looked around the group and said.

“You are the one who will become God.”

Asking more won’t give you a proper answer.
This is the answer my intuition tells me.

“Yeah. I see.”

Encred answered vaguely, and the man standing on the wall snickered at him.

“This is Thornwood Castle. I am the lord of this place.”
“Oh, I see.”

Encred spoke while the man was catching his breath. Both of them raised their voices, so their voices resonated around them.
Then the man raised one corner of his mouth and looked down at the group. His calm and even tone was quite unpleasant.
In this situation, the very act of speaking calmly made him feel unpleasant.

“So what can you do?”

The man’s voice, although smaller, was still audible than when he had a loud voice.
In other words, it was like it was stuck in my ears.

“……Wow.”

The group was momentarily speechless at the man’s words, but among them, Rem was the first to react and exclaimed in admiration. Look at that kid, he’s brimming with confidence.
The man lifted his foot and stamped it. It seemed like he was protesting that he had a wall.
Encred laughed. At times like this, how should I put it, I feel excited.
There were times when I lacked the skills to protect someone with my back to them. There were more than one or two such moments.

‘What you need to achieve what you want is strength.’

He had heard similar advice many times, and Encred himself had come to the same conclusion. That was why he swung his sword. There were
times when he swung with all his might, but he couldn’t do anything.
Yes, there were times like that. When he was weak and got beaten, but not now.
That’s why. Watching him step forward made me excited.
What would happen if that kid’s beliefs were to crumble?
I don’t know what red feet are, but I know that they are something comparable to the Holy Land.
And didn’t Zoraslav say that before I came here?

“You must be careful with people called priests.”

Well, that was all Zoraslav knew. He was the author who had taken people away from the village several times.

“Are you a priest?”

Encred asked. The man now gently raised the corners of his mouth. The corners of his mouth were so high that they almost touched the corners of his eyes.
It was an abnormal smile. Clearly different from a human’s.
Yes, you are not an ordinary human being either.
If you look ordinary on the outside, you are even more outside the category of ordinary.
In the first place, there is no way that a person who lives in a demonic realm with such a castle can be normal.

“I thought it would be over once we got through the Grumroot horde.”

The man chuckled. Behind him, black soot rose and formed a figure. It was a shadow without wings, but made up of immense muscles. Even though it was a shadow like black soot, its rough shape was clearly visible.

“That’s nonsense. Marchante Burta Han-”

The last words were not spoken to Encred and his party.

“Call.”

The answer came from a woman named Majeongryung on the spire. She put away her longbow and said.

“Survive. I will kill you.”

Her words were directed at Encred.
She was whispering from up there, but the spirit’s words were also heard clearly. The spire tree was tall enough to raise its head and look up.

“Don’t worry. I will protect you.”

Sinar took the word.

“It feels like I was watching over you the whole time you came here.”

When Encred turned his head blankly and spoke, Shinar smiled faintly.

“So I was happy.”

It was a simple expression of affection, so I had nothing to say.

Aaaah …

As the man who was presumed to be a priest finished speaking, the walls began to weep again.
The chorus of the thorn-clad spirits became louder and deeper than before.
Even a knight would have difficulty avoiding being influenced by this.

“hmm.”

Lawford snorted. The jarring sound sent shivers down his spine from his ears to his entire body.

“Come.”

Saxon’s horse. Even if you’re not sensitive, it’s not hard to sense the presence. Black lumps are approaching from the left, right, and behind the castle walls, rolling on the ground as if they’re falling. They were a group of ghouls. Judging by their entire bodies being dyed black, the ghouls of the Demon Realm looked different no matter what.

“Scream all night long. I will use your screams as a lullaby.”

The priest was curious. Yes, let’s see how long they’ll keep on going wild. It’s been a while since we’ve had fun.
That’s why he added.
Encred turned his head left and right and looked at the walls, thinking.
What should we do now?

Kaaaaaaah!

In the meantime, three black birds that could easily bite a person could be seen circling in the air above their heads.
Several feathers fell from their bodies.
Each feather that fell was as big as half of Audin’s forearm. It was a demonic beast of considerable size. To be exact, it was a modified demonic beast, but no one here could tell.
Encred knew one thing for sure as he looked at the demonic beast and the demonic beast.

‘If we had left this place, we would all have died.’

In the midst of all this, I thought of the village of the eroders.
I had already wiped out all the monsters and small colonies outside. Because of that, I had protected one village of the eroders who had been infected with magic.
However, there were so many monsters inside that it was meaningless to place importance on protecting them.
The ghouls were approaching, and their appearances were also unusual.
There were stitch marks all over their necks. Their mouths were sewn shut, and their heads seemed to have been split open and then reattached. It was clear that they had done something to the monsters.
The one who moved the fastest while watching the approaching ghouls was Sachsen. In an instant, he took a ghoul’s back. He
then stabbed its neck with his stiletto and broke its ankle with his foot.
After that, he threw away his secrecy and retreated, leaving an afterimage. The long line made up of Sachsen seemed to be stretching out. A
black and yellow pus-like mass swelled up on the neck of the ghoul whose neck had been stabbed. The swollen mass of pus grew larger than the ghoul’s head, then grew to the size of its body before bursting.

pop!

Black and yellow pus spread out in all directions with the noise.
Saxon felt ominous the moment he saw the ghouls with unspecified appearances and tried to figure out their attack method.
It was appropriate and effective. Now that he knew that they died by bursting their pus.

“It smells bad.”

As Sinar spoke, he pulled out the Leaf Sword about a foot long. The scent of flowers and the forest rose around the sword, but that alone was not enough to stop the hordes of ghouls whose bodies were bursting.
When attacked, they would spread plague in all directions. They could resist to some extent, but the number of plague ghouls was too many.

Hehehe.

It seemed as if the laughter of that kid from earlier was coming from somewhere.
Encred saw a group of ghouls running towards him on four legs rather than two.
There were quite a few of them.

“Audin.”
“It’s not my turn, brother.”
“Oh, then Teresa?”
“Yes.”

The half-blood giant stepped forward with calm eyes at Encred’s call.
She slammed her shield into the ground. She then stepped onto the shield that had been lowered. She used the shield as a small, narrow platform. With this, she had created her own small stage.

* * *

At one time, Count Molsen commanded a chimera unit. He also tried to train cadets to the level of knights.
And if you trace the origin of all that research, you can meet this man.

‘Would it be a suitable test subject for a plague ghoul?’

It seems like all the bad guys from the continent have gathered, so I’ll do that much.
The priest emptied the ghoul’s body and purified the evil spirit that spread the plague into it.
This is something that can only be done by working in various fields such as spells, sorcery, and alchemy.
In addition, he sent out a modified crow’s beast, and there were also knights in crystal armor.

‘Hold on a little longer and show me something fun.’

The priest sincerely hoped. It would probably hold up quite well, right? Then it would need time to mature.
With that thought, he went into his room and organized his research and ideas. At night, it was the time when the monsters were more active.
Even the sunlight inside the Demon Realm turned ashen. If it weren’t for the Red Moon, even the moonlight wouldn’t penetrate easily.
That’s why the nights in the Demon Realm were pitch-black. In other words, it was a time when the humans outside would suffer more.
After a long time, he was about to get up, thinking he would take a quick look around.

Kugu Palace.

I felt a vibration. The resonance was not small.

Kkaaa.

At the same time, the song of the thorn tree castle changed into something similar to a scream.

Kookookookookung.

The vibrations grew louder. The entire castle seemed to shake. And it wasn’t an illusion.