Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 770

770. He who builds a wall,

Will is shaking like crazy. There are few things more exciting than this.
Encred sometimes felt that Will was moving around on his own will. This was one of those times.
But if you ask me if that’s a bad thing, I would say no.

‘What you wish for unconsciously.’

That’s what is projected onto Will. If we look at the structure or principle, it wouldn’t deviate much from this.
The extended thoughts created a dozen or so thoughts, but they soon gathered into one.

‘Bend.’

Even the trembling Will is gathered into one. The Will, responding to the will, moves along the entire body, passing through the arms and fingers, through the grip of the sword, and towards the blade.

‘The engraved weapon is a part of my hand.’

I felt that way. It was natural for Will to head to the dawn forge and stay there.
His even breathing stopped and he opened his eyes
halfway while looking at the castle walls. Ragnar, who was holding the sunrise, looked at his forge from a long distance.
In his eyes, he saw the young Will endlessly gathering and gathering and thickening at Encred’s dawn forge.

“Have fun.”

Ragnar hummed.
Shinar watched Encred fly away and then roughly stopped swinging his hands and feet.
Shinar was similar to Ragnar. He was already conscious, so it would have been okay if he had looked at Encred even earlier.
The air of the magic realm was poison to the fairies. They were holding on because they had the energy of a knight, otherwise the fairies would not have been able to set foot in the magic realm.
This place was filled with truly unpleasant air and it made my chest feel suffocated.
But now that he was looking at Encred holding the sword, it seemed like the energy of the forest was wafting from somewhere.
It could have been a trace of the power she had breathed into the sword herself when she made it, or it could have been because the fairy’s keen senses had predicted what would happen in the future.
Whatever it was, the reason didn’t matter to Shinar.
An ordinary person would have been terrified at the sight of Encred, but Shinar was filled with support for what the madman was doing. Isn’t that the right attitude to have toward a lover?
More than anything, Shinar trusted the man.

Wherever he goes, there is a path, and wherever he heads, there is light. He will have the black spirit to protect the children of the forest and flowers.

It made me want to hum the fairy song. Instead of singing, she hummed her heart out.

“Vera, fiancée.”

No one heard her mumbling. Even Fel, who was blocking arrows, and Lawford, who was fighting the monsters, couldn’t help but look towards Encred.
Is what that author is trying to do right now what I imagine?
Fel and Lawford both had the same thoughts
inside. Even as the monsters charged, a part of everyone’s consciousness was directed towards him.
Encred knew that her sword would not break, so she poured all her unending will into her sword.
It seemed as if the intangible power from her will flowed through her blood vessels. All of it went into her sword. Saebyeok Danjo accepted it easily.
For a moment, she felt powerless. She adjusted it so that it wouldn’t happen. And Encred placed her engraved weapon against the wall.

Crack.

The blade, level with the ground, was buried a finger-width deep into the thornbush.
He held the grip with both hands and took a deep breath. There were no thoughts. He seemed to have concentrated so much that blue circles appeared inside his pupils.

Woof woof, woof, aaaah.

The wall screamed and pulled out thorns like awls to stab him, and tried to ensnare the madman in front of him with thorny vines that stretched out like whips. Encred took his foot off the ground as if to avoid it.
He ran with his sword still stuck in the wall. In other words, the blade cut through the wall. It couldn’t just be said to have cut through it. The sword was still under Will.
As Encred ran, the wall burst with a loud noise. Kkaaaak, the raging spirit screamed.

Kwagagagagagagagagagagak!

The sound continued as he ran. Encred drew a line along the bottom of the wall in the direction of his running.
Black blood spurted out, and the bottom of the thorny wall was cut, burst, broken, shattered, and crushed. Something like pale smoke rose. And whatever it was, if there was a beginning, there was an end.
Encred stopped running.
Steam and the like rose above his stopped shoulders. The dark green cloak that had stretched out of its own accord fluttered in the wind and wrapped around his shoulders and back.
As he ran, a long trajectory was made on the thorny wall. A moment later, the ground shook slightly, the wall began to tilt backward.

Kugugugug.

The ground shook and part of the wall fell backwards.
It was a spectacular sight. It was a sight that made one wonder if human hands could dare do such a thing.
The wall that fell backwards seemed unrealistic, but the vibration and shock proved that this was not a dream.
The collapsed wall met the ground as it was, and it screamed that the weight on its body was not light.
“Kwaaaaang!” The sound and pressure that would burst an ordinary person’s eardrums swept through the surroundings.
The vibration shook everything. It was as if an earthquake had occurred. The ground shook. That was natural. Part of the wall collapsed and fell backwards in the direction Encred swung.
The rocks that had been placed between the thorn trees to form the wall broke and shattered, creating gray dust.
Even though it was a demonic realm, the dust was not black or purple. Rocks were just rocks.
On the purple earth of the demonic realm, even in the pitch-black darkness where night had come and the colors could no longer be distinguished, dust rose.
Something whitish, like a layer of darkness on top of the night, overturned the surroundings.
A brief silence swirled between the loud noise and the dust. The monsters that had been rushing in reacted to the sound and vibration and retreated.
Everyone was so surprised that they stopped moving their hands and feet and were speechless.
Could someone who built an iron wall also cut down a castle wall?
Such surprised eyes focused on Encred.
Still, these were mad knights. They were surprised, but not so shocked that they lost their minds.

“Instead of piercing it, cut it and hand it over?”

It was Pel’s muttering. Pel saw the dust flying around, and at the same time, his pupils kept shaking. How is that possible?
It was a word that contained that meaning, and it wasn’t just a surprise. More precisely, if you ask how he feels after seeing that.

“You asked what I could do-!”

I would say that Luagarne’s cry represents that feeling.

Thump-

My heart raced and I felt excited. Damn, he could do something like that? Is that possible?
I just felt excited as I thought about it.
Instead of a battle, a frog-like croaking sounded in the air from Prok’s mouth. The words Prok’s vocal cords asked the enemy resonated in the air.
Audyn paused for a moment to throw his fists.

‘Brother.’

It was an act that naturally elicited admiration and exclamation. He cut through the wall with his sword. Rather than being proud, he praised the feat he had shown, and Audyn also wanted to show something. In front of him, he saw a part of the wall that had just been pierced by his fist.

“Lord.”

He threw himself into the walls I had torn and broken. It was a tangled, twisting jungle of thorns that could be called a jungle.

“crazy.”

Roford muttered in surprise at seeing that.
He saw Audin slowly throwing himself into the thorny wall that was being repaired. And as soon as Audin entered, the wall seemed to be putting in all its effort, and its repairing power increased several times.
In addition, thorny vines tangled and twisted, blocking the entrance that Audin had entered.
After two breaths, the hole that Audin had entered was blocked by thorny vines, and rays of light began to leak out from between the distorted face of the vengeful spirit, thorny vines, and broken rocks that had formed a wall.
The rays of light flowing from the haphazardly blocked hole gradually became thicker, and then began to increase in number, and then the light that had been divided into parts gathered and exploded.
The white light, the holy light itself, did not make a sound.
However, the loud noise that followed as the things that had been hit by that light collapsed followed.

Kuddddd.

The ground shook and a part of the wall collapsed, dropping thorns and rocks onto the ground.
The ballista monsters that Saxon had not been able to deal with were swept away and fell, making a thud sound and spraying black blood everywhere.
Those who avoided the collapse turned their gazes to Audin this time.
If Encred had torn down the wall, Audin had made a large hole in it.

“Ha, ha, ha! It’s fun, brother!”

The armor shining over his natural body was his symbol.
The thick thorns covering his stomach and the stone with the vengeful spirit carved into it were frozen in the form of a scream with his mouth open.
Although it was a grotesque sight, Audyn smiled broadly as he looked at it. It was a smile of utmost happiness and satisfaction.

“The Lord is waiting for you in heaven.”

The creaking and screaming of the walls, which had been creaking and cursing, completely stopped. The thorny vines that had been resisting finally sagged.

“What the hell are these crazy kids doing?”

Only then did the one who had been provoking him come out. The spirit followed him out, and Encred saw for the first time that a fairy’s eyes could grow so wide.

‘Oh, it’s already too different from a fairy.’

They say that since she eats spirits, she is a fairy, and since she lives in a magical realm, she is a magic spirit.
With a longbow in her left hand and a sword that resembles a needle on her left waist, the magic spirit’s two eyes were fixed on Encred, but in the meantime
, Shinar glared at the magic spirit. If someone who didn’t know saw her, they might say she was staring at her, but Encred was used to the expressions of fairies, so he knew that it was a glare.

“It has rotted and decayed, and even its shape has changed.”

The spirit of the demon glanced at Shinar when he called him, but what was happening right before his eyes was even more absurd.
What kind of crazy person would cut the wall with a sword and break it with his fist?
There were such crazy people here.

“Hey, you guys, really.”

The man who was either a lord, a sorcerer, or a red-footed disciple couldn’t bring himself to continue speaking.
No, what kind of guys are these?
Luagarne puffed out her cheeks as she looked at him. She was satisfied. Frock, who had puffed out his cheeks, opened his mouth.

“How is it? This is the answer to the question, what can you do?”

The lord looked around. Judging from the fact that there were no calls or signals, including the dead monsters lying on the ground, the three spirits on the wall must have died as well. It
was absurd, but that didn’t mean they had forgotten what they were supposed to do. Moreover, it wasn’t the first time the wall had collapsed.

“Kill him.”

As he spoke, a black figure rose from behind the shadows of Audin and Encred.
It was a spirit specialized in assassination. Purple skin, a squiggly dagger in his hand, and an amazing skill to kill sounds, smells, and presence.
Sachsen looked at the two and thought that they would be able to take their place even if they were placed on Geor’s dagger.
The two shadows rose, and one of the ally’s shadows rose behind the assassination spirit. Sachsen slit the nape of the neck of the one who was reaching out from behind Audin with his stiletto.
At the same time as the sound of the neck being cut, a snapping sound rang out from the head of the one who was aiming for Encred
. It was the sound of the Silence Dagger he had thrown flying and
getting stuck. The one whose head was pierced by the dagger pretended to stab the squiggly dagger in the air and fell.

“Why?”

Encred looked back and asked. He had left the Dawn Forge as it was, and was still placing his left hand on Penna. He could have blocked it even if he had left it. He was in a state of concentration, pouring out his will to cut through the wall, but it wasn’t completely exhausted. He didn’t feel any weakness.

“No need to thank me, right?”

Audyn was similar. He could have been hit by a single sword, but he was still covered in holy light.
What he was wearing was not a blade made of Will like Ragnar had shown, but an armor made of holy light that could not be easily pierced by any iron object.

“Because it feels like my job.”

Saxon took it lightly, and the lord, the sorcerer, and the true resident of the Red Foot Demon Realm were no longer surprised.
Yes, you are not all easy guys, are you?