Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 771

771. Even the invisible spell

The apostle did not see it as something to be concerned about, but he knew that it was something that could not be ignored, just by looking at the collapsed walls.
He raised his hand, and two women with sparkling eyes stepped forward from behind him.

“This is the second time it has collapsed like this since it was built.”

One of them spoke. She was the woman on the left side of the direction Encred was looking, and her eyes were blue. To be exact, they were eyes that looked like they had blue stones embedded in them.
There was no pupil boundary, and instead of eyeballs, there were blue stones embedded in them. There were no pupils, and only blue light flickered softly.
If you say it in words, it might sound cool, but when you see it in person, it just looks like a monster.
If she wore it for show, wouldn’t that be crazy?
Encred read the momentum of the two women who appeared.

‘witch.’

It was correct. She was also the owner of the strange rumor of the crystal prison.
Not only their eyes, but also parts of their bodies were like sparkling stones. The rumor that was circulating in the village before meant that being locked in the crystal prison meant becoming the plaything of those two witches.
The wall of the vengeful spirit wearing the thorny shroud had collapsed, but the owner of the black lightning, the guard of the crystal prison, and the person responsible for all of this still remained.

“I should make it one of my collections.”

The red-eyed woman who had kept her mouth shut stared at Encred for a moment before speaking. It was a sign that she liked his appearance. For a moment, no one in either group opened their mouths.
At this point, Shinar should have heard the witch’s words and intervened, but he was just staring at the spirit with his hand on the leaf sword.
Roford felt that the emptiness was very awkward and added a word.

“The devil even treats witches.”

At those words, everyone looked at him. Why is he like that? That was the look in his eyes.

“……Since there are no barbarians, are you taking their place?”

Fel scolded. Lawford thought he had said nothing and kept his mouth shut. If he added more words here, it would only expose his weakness. There was no need to deliberately leave something to tease him about.
Encred blinked once.
It’s not like he’s being possessed, but what’s with the teasing? I’ve never seen those two witches before. He
then turned his gaze to Lawford and answered gently.

“……No thanks.”
“Okay. See you later.”

The red-eyed witch was full of confidence.

“Who is first?”

This time, Luagarne asked out of the blue. The witch’s words earlier, saying that it was the second time it had collapsed, had provoked her.
Was there anyone else who had the idea of ​​destroying the castle walls besides her? Curiosity made Prok’s mouth move.
The castle lord waved his hand, looking at Prok who had spoken, and vowed that he would definitely roast and eat that.
At that gesture, a golem-like thing wearing crystal armor and holding a crystal sword rose from behind the spirit, along with an eerie sound like a knife being sharpened on a whetstone.
The crystal was a murky and black color. It was the same as the one that had blocked Encred’s javelin, but up close, you could tell that it was not just black armor, but crystal. Although
it was smaller than Audyn, it looked just as agile.

“You are a bunch of fools who came to the gravesite intoxicated with a sense of omnipotence.”

The lord spoke, and instead of opening his mouth, Encred swung his Dawn Sword into the air. If someone who didn’t know saw it, it would have been an unexpected act. Why would he suddenly swing his sword into the air?
It would have seemed that way to an ordinary person, but there were no ordinary people here.
Everyone felt that Encred had cut something invisible with his sword.

ping.

Although I didn’t actually hear that sound, the blue-eyed witch seemed to hear it inside me.

“you?”

Just a moment ago, I secretly memorized and used a curse spell, but it was interrupted in the middle.
And it was with a single swing of the sword.
This could not have happened with her common sense. That swing of the sword simply cut through the air, and my spell must have been interrupted by another wizard.
That would be right. Or there must be an artifact or magical tool that blocks spells.
So that swing of the sword must have been a coincidence.

“Mine too.”

The colleague who had planted a red stone in his eye socket also spoke. The guy in front of me was just about to raise his sword that he had been lowering.
At the same time, the flow of magical power was cut off. It wasn’t that the spell was broken due to impurities entering during the spell’s execution, but the spell was cut off. It doesn’t make sense for a spell to be cut off.

‘That’s the feeling.’

The blue-eyed witch thought so, and Encred looked at the two of them and had other thoughts.

‘It’s a bit easier now.’

Today, the experience of walking fire repeatedly, the experience of walking fireballs before that, and the time spent hanging out with Esther.
Now that all of that has been condensed, Encred has even cast an invisible spell.
Saxon, who is particularly sensitive, felt what Encred did a moment ago more clearly than the others, so he asked.

“Did you get it?”
“Uh.”

Encred’s answer when he returned was brief.

“……what.”

Blue eyes spoke.
When a knight and a witch fight, the knight has the advantage. A swordsman’s swing is more advantageous when cutting down a single opponent than a large number of opponents.
However, there are times when a witch or wizard has the advantage.
It is when they can implement the spells they have prepared in the place they have prepared.
Now was such a time. This was their front yard for the two witches, and they buried tools to help with their spells here and there around this land.
This was separate from the collapse of the thorny wall. The wall was originally a ‘gift’, so it did not belong to them, and with it gone, it was actually easier to use spells. In many ways, the conditions were good.

“Red feet!”

Red Eyes was suspicious.
The same thing happened twice, but he didn’t believe it easily.

‘Did you place the order?’

It seemed like a given that the collection she had chosen had been ordered based on her conversation with another collection candidate, but it could all have been a coincidence or a fraud.
She spread her magic by shouting the name of the demon she served. The artifacts buried in various places in the ground responded to it.

Ddddddddd.

The air trembled, and a large, round circle appeared in the air above the head of the collection.
Red light flashed inside the circle. Crunch. The sound followed. It was lightning. It was not ordinary lightning, but a forbidden magic called fire lightning. It
was also a spell that required considerable preparation and sacrifice to be performed.
Red Eye consumed three tools that assisted her spell for this spell.
The three relics buried somewhere in the ground would have turned to dust and scattered.
She did not spare the sacrifices she had prepared. However, the result she had hoped for did not occur.

“……ah.”

A mixed exclamation of emotion flowed from her mouth.
Her chest, hardened like a rock through repeated modifications, trembled slightly over the strangely textured black leather clothes that clung tightly to her.
Her red eyes recalled something she had forgotten, something she had never needed before.
It was an emotion called fear.

* * *

Just before the sky opened and the red light fell, everyone reacted.
Everyone knew how to deal with a spellcaster.
If a spell was implemented and manifested as a phenomenon, it was basic to avoid the spell’s reach.
However, the spell used by the owner of the red eyes was a magic spell that predicted such a reaction.
If walking fire is a fire that burns for a long time, then
lightning is a fire that burns and kills in an instant.
The sacrifice used for the spell was a shaman who could read the constellations, or more precisely, a spiritual being, and it was a magic spell because it used the life force of that shaman as a storage of magical power.
It was also a spell that was so fast that even a knight could not dodge it.
For her, it was like she had suddenly pulled out one of her secret weapons.
It was better to regret it after using it than to save it and die.
Red eyes was not just a witch. She was used to combat. In other words, she knew how to fight.
That’s why she immediately implemented a magic spell, a spell that even a knight could not dodge and would burn them to the bone if hit.
Encred accelerated his thoughts just before his red eyes opened their mouths. It wasn’t intentional.
This time, Will reacted on his own. Why? The answer came out as soon as he asked, and the reason why the answer came quickly was because he already knew why before he asked it.

“No matter what you prepare, there are always warning signs before a spell is cast. It could be a shout or a gesture. Sometimes it happens without a gesture or voice, but the important thing is that magic is moving. If you can feel it, you can know in advance.”

That’s what Esther said. A wizard’s fight is a fight to hide the manifestation of his magic, and there are many ways to prevent it even if he knows about it. Even
if he fights with a sword, he uses every means to win, so wouldn’t magic do the same?
The saying that the source is the same would apply here as well.
If a wizard also wants to fight, the form would be different from a swordsman’s fight, but the principle would be the same.
If he were a swordsman, he would read the attack line by the look in his eyes, the momentum, the gestures of his hands, the movements of his feet, and the strength in his muscles.
Encred responded to the wizard. He felt the flow of magic. The five senses combined, the realm of his sixth sense opened
, and the combined senses merged into one, visualizing something. A black line was about to rise up in front of him. The line would rise straight up as if it would pierce the sky. That’s what it looked like. Should I call it a prediction, or an insight?
There was no need to distinguish between the two.
If we look at Encred’s cognitive process in time, it started before the red-eyed witch uttered the word ‘red’
and
the sentence was completed. To him
,
the words of the red-eyed woman
standing in front of him
sounded like puu
…

‘If there is no reason to avoid it.’

Also, if you dodge here, the lightning bolts that are lumped together into flames will miss their target, so you don’t know where they will fly.
You already learned the trick when you cut down the walking fire. What else do you need here?

‘does not exist.’

The divided thoughts converged into one, and the will arose, adding strength to Will.
Before the witch could finish speaking, Encred’s left foot took a step forward to the left.
Then she stretched out her left foot and took a stance. The boiling Will lingered in her eyes and captured the falling lightning.
A long, red mass that fell in a zigzag pattern, burning, and its end looked blunt, but if it touched something, it would reveal the violence hidden within its bluntness.
The magnitude of the violence contained within it would turn dozens of people into ashes in an instant.
After pouring her Will into the dawn forge again, Encred held her sword against the falling lightning and slashed.
The red eyes that were watching could not distinguish the beginning and end of Encred’s movements.
All she could see was a man who had stopped in a posture of holding the grip with both hands and lowering his sword right after the lightning struck.

Kwarrrrrr.

The lightning bolt of the golden spell split into two in the air and dispersed.
The remnants of it briefly flashed red across the sky.
Sparks flew in all directions, each of them larger than a fist.
It seemed as if someone had turned on a red light in the night of the demonic realm. The flashing lights cast shadows on people’s faces and then disappeared.
A loud crackling noise followed. It sounded like the noise made just before lightning struck, but everyone present knew it.
Lightning would not strike anymore. That was because some madman had cast a spell.
The red-eyed witch’s vision brought in the man standing in front of her.
It was quiet and still. And it was scary to see him. It felt like the man’s blade would slit her throat at any moment. A sword strike that would erase her existence would fly.
Fear increased anxiety, and that anxiety prevented her from controlling the magical power that flowed back due to the failed spell.
The magical power tore through her intestines and turned them inside out.

“Ugh.”

The red eyes vomited blood. The blood was very black. It was a color no different from the blood of a monster.
Steam rose from the corners of Encred’s mouth and arms as he stopped. He didn’t move in that state.
Once when he cut the wall, and once more when he cut the spell now.
He used Will twice to the point of overdoing it. Now it was time to catch his breath for a moment.
Saxon moved at that moment.
A wizard is threatening when fighting from the front, but it’s a different matter when he’s behind. The one
who noticed this was the blue-skinned fairy, the magic spirit, who was shooting black lightning.

“back!”

The spirit’s shout and Saxon’s gesture were almost simultaneous.