Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 767

767. The talent to find victory in adversity

A black bird circled, gaining speed, then folded its wings and swooped down. It was a speed that did not match its large body. Its body was so heavy that it might have fallen faster.
There was a bang, a sound of tearing air, and when the black bird swooped down and passed by, Rem disappeared from her spot.

“This crazy guy?”

Fel saw what Rem had done and spit out praise for him.
He asked what he could do when he was told to assist. Just
before the bird swooped in, the madman of the West wrapped a string around an axe and let it float in the air.
As the black bird struck with its beak tip like a large spear, Lawford and Fel swung their swords and struck the beak, and the axe and string that Rem had let fly were caught on the bird’s neck.
So Rem climbed onto the bird’s body and the bird flew away again.

“heartbreak.”

Lawford called Encred. Encred knew the name of the human he had least to worry about in this world.

“That’s Rem.”

It means that he is a great man who can fully fulfill his role even in heaven.

“Ru-ru-la-la!”

Then a roar like a scream echoed from the sky. It was Rem’s voice.
The forced excitement must have been due to the song Teresa had sung down there.
Rem recalled a few lyrics from the West that he had heard after a long time.
Wasn’t there a story about how if a crow cries, it would bring bad luck?
While on the bird’s back, Rem used a spell to call one of his friends. The moment the giant eagle’s figure appeared behind him, he put strength into his left finger and dug between the black bird’s feathers. His finger pierced the feathers and tore through the flesh like an eagle’s talon.

Beep beep.

When he pursed his lips and made a sound, a sound similar to the cry of an eagle rang out.
Rem lowered his body, centering his left hand, and moved forward. It was a movement no different from that of a guide climbing a cliff.
Instead of a cliff, he was riding on the back of a large demon, and the problem of being in the sky remained.
After moving near the head of the black bird, he stabbed the axe he had been using as a lowering weapon vertically. He looked very fast because there was no hesitation in every movement.
The black bird struggled to throw off the being behind him, twisting its body left and right, but Rem did not fall.
That was the result.
The axe split the bastard’s head.

Bam!

Black blood and brain matter inside the small head sprayed like rain. Rem raised his body halfway, hunching over with his left hand still stuck in the thing’s body.
As he raised his head, he saw the distorted gray sun sinking far in the sky. Another bird passed in front of that sun.
Rem had already read the thing’s movements, so he had already hung the swinging weapon on the hook at his waist, and immediately pulled out the hatchet from the dead bird and threw it.
Being big means there are many parts to target.

Sizzle.

The hatchet that flew through the air struck the back of another bird with a thud. The dead bird was falling, but she could use it as a stepping stone for a moment. Rem did so.
Using the stepping stone as a foundation, she slightly bent her knees, put strength into her thighs, and pulled the string tied to the hatchet. The black bird that was circling fluttered and stopped in midair.
It was only a short moment, but it was enough. Rem jumped while pulling the string, and with both arms outstretched, she rode the wind and climbed onto the body of the next bird.
With both arms outstretched, she really looked like an eagle flying in the sky.
In the meantime, the bird that had been the stepping stone crashed farther away than where the group was fighting.

bang.

As the noise of the falling bird echoed, Rem’s axe split the head of the second bird.

Beep beep.

His whistle rang through the sky once again.

* * *

How could it possibly come down like that?
It was understandable to have doubts, but Encred didn’t.
He truly believed that it would come down on its own. It wasn’t the kind of person to climb up without thinking about it. There were many ways, weren’t there? You
could use a tree as support to slow it down, or if that didn’t work, you could ask Audin to get it for you.

‘If your leg is broken, it’s broken, but I don’t think it will be like that.’

It didn’t rise high enough to look like a dot, so it would be okay.
As soon as that thought came to an end, the last black bird of the three flew into the sky in shock as soon as Rem got on its body.
Even Encred could see that it was an act of panic and panic, but in the end, it was a case of them dying together.
People can’t fly. Even if they became knights, it was the same. The bird that had been creating a dark shadow above their heads had shrunk to the size of a human body.
I wondered if it would come down by smashing the bird’s head, but Rem simply cut off its neck.
Black blood poured down from the sky again. There was blood pouring down, feathers falling, and a bird and a person falling again.
Rem used the dead bird’s body as a stepping stone once more and showed amazing skill.
After coming down a little, he flew straight into the sky.
Rem was not a knight, but a sorcerer.
He called on the spirit of the eagle to lift his body. That doesn’t mean you can really fly, but with both arms and both hands spread out, it looks like you’re gliding rather than falling.
That’s the problem.

“It looks like it’s lost.”

Ragnar approached and said, as if he had just dealt with the plague ghouls. When Encred remained silent, Ragnar spoke again for emphasis.

“There’s a fool over there who can’t even find his way.”

It sounded like a god somehow.

“……You’ll figure it out.”

The black bird threw Rem far away. I don’t know if that demon really had such intentions. He was already dead.
If he wanted to hit me with a blow while dying, I think it was appropriate.
But I wasn’t worried. He really said he would come.
Rem wasn’t Ragna, and the western hunter would be able to find his way even in the demon realm, so there was no need to wait for him.
For some reason, the demon spirit on the spire was also gone, and there was no one
there, either a sorcerer or a castle lord. In reality, the two of them knew that they would have to fight this reckless group until they were exhausted, so they left.
Plague ghouls were tricky monsters, so they would have a hard time dealing with them. And there weren’t just ghouls.
A modified crow demon flew overhead, and following the plague ghouls, there were many monsters made from forbidden research and magic.
Above all, this side was inside a fortress surrounded by thorny walls. It was okay to take it easy.
From the perspective of the spirits, they needed to conserve their strength after shooting arrows at them.
Their plan was clear and distinct.
They laughed at them from above, exhausted from fighting the ghouls.

“Yeah, you fought well. Now, it’s time to play with the four-armed werewolf. Oh, sorry. Did you see that ‘elite’ monster that I put my heart and soul into?”

He said this while looking down from the castle wall.
So they would have different difficulties than when dealing with the plague ghouls. They
would shoot arrows from the spire trees and send out crystal knights in black armor. Just
because it was Encred, it was impossible to read the intentions of the lord or the spirit who suddenly disappeared.
If they simply trusted the castle wall, they would be fully intent on breaking that trust.
And although the two were gone, there were still people loitering on the castle wall. He could see a few shadows. Encred’s eyes seemed to be swaying with those shadows.
And the moment he realized that, he knew that Saxon had disappeared.
He would do what he had to do. Then, those who were left here could do their jobs.
Encred’s mouth opened.

“Lua.”

Prok did not answer Encred’s call. Instead, his large eyes kept rolling.
The castle walls, the monsters, the arrows, the spirits, the environment, the situation. He
put everything in his head and drew a picture.
Prok Luagarne, she finds an opportunity to win in a disadvantageous situation. That’s her specialty. She is a tactician who turns a disadvantageous situation into an advantage or a tight situation. Since
all of that is based on Prok’s unique combat sense, it wouldn’t be easy to learn or teach, but that ability was real.
If you are someone who turns a disadvantageous situation into a tight situation, you will be even more outstanding in a battle situation where you are already at an advantage and have the upper hand in terms of combat power.
It goes without saying that you fight better when you are at an advantage than when you are at a disadvantage.
That is the basis of Luagarne’s tactical sword.
Encred also learned it by dying countless times. No wonder
Luagarne doesn’t like Encred and rejects him. Combat sense isn’t something you can learn by teaching, but this kid learns it when you teach him.
She somehow realized what she was doing alone.
That was what piqued Prock’s curiosity and struck his desire, which is why she was here now.
As Luagarne looked at the walls, Encred also began a similar thought process.

‘Siege experience.’

Encred recalled the times he had attacked the castle in the past. There weren’t many.
There was no need to consider the advantages of defense or the weaknesses of offense. There was no moat dug, and it didn’t seem like boiling oil would be poured on the walls.
Instead, the moment he approached the walls, a vengeful spirit wearing a thorny shroud would reach out and bite him.
He knew that without having to experience it.

‘You can’t approach it with normal tactics because it’s not an ordinary castle.’

Normally, the defending side would dig a moat and use it as a defensive wall to send guerrilla units to cut off the attacking side’s rear supply line.
The defense would block the enemy from their home, and the attacking side would sleep out on the damp ground and attack.

‘Generally, defense has the advantage.’

Of course, there is also the opposite case. It is also possible to surround a castle with little food reserves in a circle and kill them.

‘Not all of this applies now.’

The ally was a small elite force with no separate supply route, and the thorn tree fortress located in the magic realm was not a normal castle.
The thoughts seemed long, but Encred’s thoughts were fast. Everything passed through his head in an instant, leaving only two key questions.
What did the ally not have?

‘Absence of siege weapons.’

Even if it wasn’t a normal siege, it would be advantageous to have a type of catapult like the Mangonel. I saw something like a ballista made of bone on the wall, but it was a situation where there was a weapon on the other side that wasn’t there.
Then the second question is.
On the other hand, what does our team have?

‘The power called disaster is nine, no, eight.’

Rem must return, then it will be nine. So there is one Prok who knows how to exploit the eight disasters and the enemy’s gaps.
Encred’s gaze rested on Luagarne.
Luagarne did not puff out her cheeks even once. She just stared quietly without making a single sound.
The sunlight that had turned ashen disappeared. To be exact, it was consumed by darkness. It seemed as if black soot was spreading across the sunset of the magic realm.
Someone picked up a black brush and began to paint from the sky to the ground.
Just before the black paint filled the surroundings, Luagarne’s cheek moved.

Gulp.

“That sounds fun.”

And then this one word came out.

“Let’s break it with force.”

Luagarne’s explanation was short and concise.
She had a rough idea of ​​what each individual ally could do.
It would be a bad idea to ask them to fight around the walls in a clumsy manner.

‘Will is not infinite.’

Just because Encred has an inexhaustible will doesn’t mean his stamina is infinite.
Therefore, all he needs to do now is break through in one breath.
They have enough force to do so.
The enemy underestimated Encred’s party who had come this far. The party moved together and advanced in a long line to the left and right, facing the wall in front.
Luagarne didn’t think too hard. Sometimes, the simplest answer was the clearest answer.
If he wasted time by thinking here, he would end up giving the enemy the advantage in the battlefield.
What was needed at times like this was unexpected surprise.
Something that was possible if he had absurd force, and this was what Luagarne had hoped for. There was no door in the wall. There was no passage anywhere that looked like one. There were only
spikes like awls that would make a fist-sized hole if stabbed wrong, and thin, sharp thorns that stung just by looking at them.

“I will open it.”

Audyn said, looking at the gateless walls.

Woohoo. Woof. Weeeeek.

Perhaps it was the influence of the hymn that Teresa sang, but the screams of the vengeful spirits that formed the wall were different from before.
One of them vomited something crimson, and the vomit pooled in a palm-sized area under the wall. Did he want to make a moat?
Another one had a distorted face and stuck out a thorny tongue. The way it moved its tongue was like the whip that Luagarne was swinging.

Bang, bang.

A tongue made of thorns slashed through the air, ready to tear apart anything that came near.
Others had their arms out, and there was one whose face was split in two and whose forked tongue was poking at you like an awl.
This is it, nothing is being quiet.

“Shall we sing?”

Teresa asked.

“Please save your strength, sister.”

Audin shook his head.