Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 768

768. The name of the seizure is Saxony

“what.”

One of the blue-skinned fairies, the magic spirits, opened his mouth. It was what he said after seeing the sight from afar.
He didn’t seem that surprised. He had seen the divine countless times
. Still, it was a bit unusual to block it so widely.
Naturally, the lord was not the only one living in the thorn tree fortress. There were several others besides him.
In addition to the monsters led by the lord, there were those who helped with research, two more magicians who were skilled in magic, and many monsters who had no intelligence but fought as well as knights.
Three magic spirits among them guarded the walls. The roles of the three were to report when something happened and to harass intruders.
To be exact, they would pound them hard to drain their strength and then offer the exhausted materials to the lord.
That was their job.
As fairies, they were free to express their emotions. This was because they had forgotten their nature as fairies while belonging to the magic realm.
They looked at the white wall in the distance and talked about something.

“You’re going crazy.”
“It’s fun to watch mortals struggle.”
“You think you’re done now that you’ve stopped the plague ghouls.”
“Divinity and all.”

The three spirits of the magic realm were all filled with the energy of the magic realm, commonly called magic, instead of the spirit of the fairies. Because of this, one of the three had the talent to control the spirits of the monsters, and the other two were good at shooting arrows.
It was only natural that they knew how to shoot arrows with magic.
Of course, they were much worse than the archers who had initially targeted Encred and his party.
That’s why they were sent to watch over those who approached.
Also, just because they had fallen, it didn’t mean that the fairy-like talents disappeared. They still had nimble bodies.

“I must skin that divinity and check it out. Is the skin of a half-giant also strong? If so, it will be useful when creating chimeras.”

The giants’ skin is like rock. If it’s like that, it’s useful in many ways.
They also have a cruelty that is not seen in fairies. No one knows whether it is the influence of the magic realm, or the time spent here, or both.
Also, they thought that they had become adopted children of the magic realm, leaving the children of the forest and flowers, and thus had strength and talent superior to fairies. However, even from the human eye’s perspective, it was clear that these three were different from fairies.

‘Dull.’

The difference is even more evident when compared to those in the fairy city who moved to Sinarna Border Guard.
The original fairies are those who do not carelessly harm even a single blade of grass and tend to it. They are those who restrain and control their emotions because they believe that their sensitive emotions can harm themselves.
However, the fairies in front of them were different.
They showed their emotions and did not hesitate to conduct disgusting human experiments. Now, they were not as sensitive as fairies.
Sachsen did not know all of this. He just knew that the things that caught his senses were duller than he thought.
And that was enough.
As soon as he cut down a couple of plague ghouls, Sachsen moved in the direction the group of monsters was rushing toward.
Even Encrid would have been unable to quietly pass through the monsters who wanted to die by sewing their mouths shut and bursting their own bodies.
Sachsen could do it.

‘The air in the Demon Realm is different.’

If you know the difference, you can just adapt to it.
Assimilation, a technique exclusive to knights, and a technique called ‘Blur’ in Geor’s dagger. It was named after the technique of making my body blurry.
In reality, what’s important about the name?

‘There is no point in distinguishing between them.’

He realized it long ago.
He could hide his presence among the ghouls and he did so. He lowered his posture and kicked his feet, and ran along the outskirts of the ghouls.
Then, the mouth of the shroud that was glowing on the thorny wall saw the vengeful spirits and jumped up.
Some evil spirits tried to block them with their hands, but it was no use. Saxon used even their hands as a stepping stone and climbed up the wall. A few of the ghouls let out strange sounds and half-leaved their bodies from the wall and reached out, but Saxon pulled out the dagger that contained the divine spirit from his bosom and swung it around to repel them.

Kkkeuk.

The evil spirit screamed and died, but its voice was drowned out by the song of the vengeful spirits echoing from the thornbush wall.
Only a few sensitive ones reacted.
In that way, Saxon even deceived the vengeful spirits’ eyes. This was natural to him. This was the skill he had trained his whole life for.
Well, if they were as sensitive as the fairies, even he would have caught them. This was a combination of many things.
They were dull, and the thornbush fortress of the demonic realm had never been invaded in earnest.
Some of those called knights had seen and known about the existence of this fortress, but they decided that there was nothing they could do right now.
If they attacked alone, it would be suicide, and if they attacked together, they would be lacking.
Above all, they had not caused any major problems right away. If you look at them from the outside, they just seemed to be living quietly in the demonic realm.
All of that had created the current situation.
Saxon had instinctively exploited all of their weaknesses, and had climbed up the wall to reach where he was now.
After checking the three who were watching from the wall, he grabbed them from behind and, holding the sword called Stiletto in both hands, made a hole in the back of their necks.
From their perspective, it was a terrifying thing to do.

“……!”

The remaining one looked back with wide eyes without even making a sound.
To him, it seemed like a shadow had suddenly risen and stabbed his two comrades.
He swung the longbow in his hand like a blunt weapon. Sachsen moved like flowing water. As he retreated, the bodies of the two men who should have died suddenly stopped falling.
Sachsen’s gaze turned to the two. This was not the normal reaction of a man who had been stabbed. But there was no need to be surprised.
This was a demonic realm. Anything beyond his expectations could happen.
The two men who had been stabbed stopped with their backs half-bent, and they raised their heads. There was a crack- sound of bones dislocating from their necks. Their eyes lost focus as they moved like broken dolls. Only the whites of their eyes remained. The pupils disappeared inside them.
Then, instead of black blood, the flesh gurgled and swelled, forming a new body organ from the hole Sachsen had made.
The long fleshy mass swayed and fell to the floor like a giant snake. It was
hard to call the thing growing out of its neck a tail or an arm, so what should it be?
I don’t know.
A hand? A neck tail? Anyway, the deformed spirit’s new organ fell to the floor, tightening and releasing what seemed to be muscles, and in an instant, the tip of the fleshy mass turned sharp and flew towards Sachsen.
It was as fast as an arrow. Sachsen’s eyes observed the new organ.
Black blood vessels were prominently revealed between the blue flesh. In some ways, it looked like a thick earthworm.
Sachsen dodged and drew his stiletto.

Fish.

There was a gap in the organ of the abnormal that had changed like that, which seemed to be the joint area, so he cut that part. It was a swordsmanship skill that utilized the force of the attack.
Should we call it the pinnacle of the sword of chance?
It was a calm swordsmanship as if he had anticipated all of this.
If Encred was here, he would have applauded his amazing insight, and he would have been amazed at how he had utilized the force of the opponent’s attack.
Black blood spurted from Sachsen’s swordsmanship, but the abnormal organ ignored the wound and spun around like a snake changing direction, aiming for the back of Sachsen’s head.

“This guy.”

In the meantime, the third spirit, who was relatively intact, put an arrow on his longbow, but as soon as he did so, he was struck in the forehead with a sword.

Bam!

The sound of the blade cutting through the skull was refreshing. It was the Silence Dagger that Saxon threw while dodging.
Saxon dodged the two flesh worms that were after him again, and the one who had been hit in the forehead with the sword also had his pupils dilated and lost the light in his eyes, and his body trembled. Observation again.

‘A curse? Or is death a sign?’

It was as if something had been implanted in his body to allow such operation.
Darkness descended, limiting his vision, but Saxon was a person who was rather comfortable with darkness.
He had no difficulty perceiving objects even in the dark. He could compensate for his lack of vision with his other five senses. As
he looked ahead, heard, and felt, the Silence Dagger stuck in his forehead was pulled out on its own.

Dddddd, thud.

The pulled out Silas Dagger fell to the ground. Then, flesh grew from the hole in his forehead, and another one appeared, identical to the organ of the aberrant being that was still targeting him.
Saxon continued to look, listen, and feel, and as he watched, he discovered something peculiar.
He thought the prominent blood vessels on the surface of the flesh snake organ were blood vessels, but they were not.
The thick line grew through the epidermis and a black flower bloomed on top of it.

‘You planted a cursed seed.’

So what is it that moves them now? Will moves. Saxon’s Will went in a different direction than the other knights. Will, who stimulated his five senses, went beyond observing his opponent and delved into his inner self.

‘If you want to move even if your life is cut off.’

You’ll either have to become undead or a demon.
Having dealt with the plague ghouls down there, I think I know something about the enemy’s tastes.

‘I planted the evil spirit of plague inside the ghoul.’

For them, it was a plant that grew in a magical realm.
Their developed senses could do magical things. It was natural for Sachsen, but it was surprising to others.
His eyes saw a black, pulsating oval entity among the three moving, heteromorphic creatures.
Black powder was flying from the black flower that sprouted from the heteromorphic organ that protruded from the necks of the three spirits. It was
a poison that would poison even a knight if he drank it, and it was a very poisonous poison that would kill a normal person if it touched their skin, but Sachsen had been exposed to dozens or hundreds of poisons since he was young.
That didn’t mean he would drink a poison he didn’t know about.
He took out a small hood and covered his mouth. It was a spec object that purified the air that came in through his mouth or nose, made in the fairy city.
Even during his time in the madman squad, he had a history of trading here and there. He had gotten what he needed from the fairy city.
No one, including Encrid, knew about it.
He protected his respiratory system with the spell object, and the poison that came in through his skin didn’t harm him.
The rage of the flesh-snake, which twisted and turned, sprayed powder everywhere, struck the ground, and cut through the air, was less threatening than the swing of an axe from a mad savage. In the meantime, my skills in fighting madmen head-on had definitely improved.
I hate to admit it and will never say it out loud, but yes, those mad things were helpful.
Saxen took advantage of the gap in the attack and stabbed the seeds inside the three bodies.
Information control was the basis of fighting. I completely agreed with Luagarne.
Saxen had stepped forward for that, so what was happening in front of the castle would be known to the inside even a little later. Saxen was satisfied with that. It wasn’t the first time he had used his powers in something other than killing people after receiving Crona, but it would be a lie if he said he wasn’t enjoying it now.
It was helpful to someone, and that someone was moving toward a greater ideal.
He heard his master say, welcoming.

“Yes, my child, it’s good to see you. Use your natural talents. But use them for what you believe is right. I’ve told you hundreds of times. Doesn’t it make your ears bleed?”

The teacher’s tone of voice was often very light. Now I know that it was because I was so dull.

‘I know.’

The words that I had heard to the point of making my ears bleed were now engraved in my heart.
When did it start?
I learned the righteousness of Saxony by watching Encred. Therefore, anything that blocked his path was an enemy.
At that moment, that righteousness and other things came near the castle.

* * *

The approach here should have been difficult, as the Plague Ghoul burst and tainted the surrounding air, but Teresa’s hymn purified the path they would walk.
Encred’s gaze turned upward. He saw a few shadows that had been wandering around fall down.
At first glance, it looked like they had suddenly collapsed in a fit, but it was obvious that the name of the fit was Saxon.

‘What is that?’

The form of the fallen men changed and the fight began. Only then did I see the shadow of Saxon.
Should I help? I hesitated for a moment and took no action. There was no need. Soon, the three strange figures collapsed on the ground.
I don’t know why something like a snake emerged from what looked like a human body.