Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 773

773. Fake illness

The spirit possessed the strength of a knight, and this was the realm of the devil. If the spirit of the forest was to the fairy, the air of the realm of the devil was
to her the spirit. This place, this land, was a battlefield and environment favorable to her.
The corrupted fairy who shot black lightning was confident that she could cut down several of them on her own.
For example, they had cut down the wall a little while ago and killed a witch, but that was a different matter when it came to one-on-one combat.
Her specialty was also one-on-one combat.
The corrupted fairy had been surprised earlier, but now she displayed a calm demeanor based on that confidence.
She showed an unwavering appearance even when she was angry at a few swear words.
All of that gave an idea of the magnitude of her power. Those who had some experience holding a sword and fighting would have a hard time missing these clues.

“I will do it alone. It is my duty.”

But Shinar told everyone that he would do it alone.
Ragna had no interest from the beginning, and Audin and Teresa knew how to respect each other’s wishes.
Encred glanced at Shinar and then turned his gaze to the blue-eyed witch.
Was there something else she had hidden?
It seemed likely. It seemed even more plausible when looking at what they were doing.
Even an apostle wouldn’t stay still.
The spirit looked beyond the lowly clan in front of him to see the others who were standing firm.
There were many to deal with. There were
those fighting the modified monsters behind them, and there was also a bear beast that was tearing apart the crystal armor golem with his bare hands and crushing the lump of flesh that had popped out from inside it.

“The Lord welcomes everyone!”

The sound of the water man’s shouts was maddening.
In addition, a man was leisurely crossing the battlefield and was approaching the apostle.
The other guys were also fighting well.

‘It would be difficult to do more than three at the same time.’

Then what should we do? She should gather magic power from afar, shoot arrows, and deal with them one by one. Aside from one-on-one combat, her fast feet were also one of her strengths.
The spirit of magic instantly decided the order in which to deal with them.

‘Let’s fire one arrow at the one approaching the apostle, two arrows at the bear man, kill the half-breed mongrel holding a shield when there’s an opening, and aim for the back of the two fighting the monsters.’

In the meantime, the remaining witches will buy time.
It is a tactic that was established in the spur of the moment to ensure a sure victory. She was smart, and in some ways, it was a reasonable idea. However, even if a plausible plan is made, it is another matter whether it will work out as intended.

“You’re rolling your head.”

Shinar said as he saw the magic spirit’s eyes roll. Even though she was angry at my insults, the fallen fairy was not a simple fool, judging by the way she calmly assessed the situation.
However, it was unpleasant that she was not in his gaze. Shinar knew that the fallen fairy standing in front of him looked at him like a weed that did not need to be pulled out, and would die on its own if left alone.

“Ah, there was a low-level clan.”

At Shinar’s words, the fallen fairy, the magic spirit, turned its gaze back to her.
Shinar’s intuition was right. She did not judge fairies who swear or spout off words as dangerous enemies. Although they had separated a long time ago and were now different species, magic spirits and fairies had many similarities.
Their roots were on the fairy side to begin with. In
other words, she knew how pathetic fairies who were not protected by the spirit were. She could just
pass by and grab the neck and move on to the next enemy.
It wouldn’t be bad to rip that snout open and remodel its mouth to make it bigger.
That tongue was really spicy.
Shinar’s mouth turned up a little as she read the momentum her opponent had shown. A faint smile appeared on her face.
The magic spirit approached her as if there was no need to talk anymore and swung her sword. It was a series of short steps and simple movements. However, its speed and unexpectedness were not all that different from Saxon’s just a moment ago.
There was no sound of the ground being kicked, no sound of the sword being swung. All the movements of approaching from the front and swinging the sword were so natural.
Just as you can’t stop the wind blowing with your hands, it seemed like you couldn’t stop the blade of the spirit.
As the blade fell, the face of the fairy with extraordinary beauty split in two.
There was no sound. Only a blurry afterimage remained.
It was a special ability of fairies to instantly blend in with their surroundings and move.
Even though the spirit had shown it just now.
The split head of the fairy disappeared as it was.
Shinar jumped to the side, leaving behind a blurry afterimage. She moved the leaf sword with her smiling face. It
was called the sword of the four seasons, and that sword went through spring, summer, fall, and winter.
In this way, the leaf swords that symbolized spring became needles, the sharp thorns that symbolized winter.
All of that was possible because they were influenced by the spirit of the fairy.
The swords Shinar was holding in her hands had now turned into sharp shapes. It was a needle-shaped sword with a long and narrow blade.
The needle extended straight out. The spirit blocked it with a sword stained black and dark gray.

earth-

With a small noise, Shinar stopped with his sword outstretched. The demon spirit looked at Shinar, covering her mouth with the blade while holding her sword horizontally.
Her black pupils and eyes were filled with a deep desire. It was a murderous desire, a desire to tear and cut flesh.
As the black light slowly flowed out of her eyes that held demonic energy, Shinar’s eyes also began to glow green, and the needle she held also began to glow light green.
Soon, a fresh and refreshing scent of grass began to spread through the unpleasant bloody smell emanating from the demonic realm.

“…….”

The eyes of the spirit that was revealed above the blade widened. Once again, the surprised face was clearly revealed. Shinar continued to hum with the smile on his lips.

“Do you think I came here unprepared? My name is Shinar Kirhais, and on behalf of all the children of flowers and trees, I will take the life of the one who betrayed my clan long ago.”

Shinar, who spoke while holding her sword, savored the energy contained in my sword. She did not come here unprepared as I said.
She simply saved it because she did not have enough time to use it twice, but she filled my sword with the energy of the forest.
So it was not a case of lying down on Encred’s shoulder, saying that her head hurt from the air of the demonic realm.

‘Fake illness.’

Of course, Encrid, who was watching from afar, would have thought so too.

‘You’re hiding something like that and pretending to be sick?’

Sinar had whined so much that I had to think about this twice.
It made me wonder if he was really twelve years old, not hundreds of years old.
But when I saw him step out, he seemed to be not only healthy, but full of energy.
Then, the two swords with different skin colors began to match. The two colors drew lines, touching and falling apart.

Thump.

The noise was small. But the aftermath was not small. A gust of wind blew between the two.
A strange wind that was half bloody and half forest scent swept through the surroundings.
Encred glanced at her and said that Shinar did not seem like he would lose.
Of course, you have to see every fight through to the end, and you cannot say that you will definitely win just because your skills are different.
Still, Encred trusted Shinar. He respected her wishes when she said that she should step forward and sort things out alone.
The sparks that had been flickering in the sky had already dimmed. The flickering light had gone out. And the traces of those sparks were just about to disappear.

“Hey, I’ll chew them all up!”

It was the cry of the remaining witch. The death of the red-eyed witch called the wrath of the blue-eyed witch. She followed Saxon’s trail and shook her hands repeatedly.
Following her hands, psychic powers gathered and blade-like winds blew.
Saxon responded with the most important strategy when dealing with a spellcaster.
It means that she quickly gained distance and moved in a curve to escape the wizard’s sight.
It also means that she ran until her feet sweated.
The spellcaster did not miss Saxon. Instead of taking in his movements, he simply implemented a spell around him.

“You can’t fly alone among the crows.”

It is not a borrowing spell that borrows the power of existence, but a creation spell.
As the spell spread, Saxon realized that hiding his body was meaningless. Well, if he pushed himself too hard, something would happen.

‘There’s no need to force yourself here.’

The spell the witch cast scattered something like a light dust around her, and whenever she moved, a trace was left.
No matter how well she hid her presence, since she had a physical body, there was nothing she could do about it.
So Saxon had no choice but to focus on evasive maneuvers. So he did.
When an armored skeleton or something got in his way, he disintegrated a few bones and repeatedly dodged the spell by tripping and throwing his feet.
Then, at that very moment, light flashed from the witch’s hand. Saxon sensed the danger and grabbed the skeleton armor soldier, using him as a shield and rolling on the ground. The light that started from the witch’s hand burned the monster, leaving only an afterimage flickering in its eyes.

pop!

Encred began to walk as several pieces of bone that had burst from the light flew in. She had not been in sync with Saxon, but they had spent a lot of time together.
While Saxon was distracting the witch, she walked towards her, aiming for her back.
She struck from the front and back as if she was surrounding her.

‘It doesn’t look bad.’

That’s how Saxon and his position were.
It was easy to scatter the witch’s gaze back and forth.
Other than that, his physical condition was fine.
There were no particular injuries and Will was starting to recover somewhat. Although it was not in perfect condition, Encred, who had lived on the sword for a long time, always knew that now was the best time. No, he knew that he had to believe that.
If you can’t always eat well and rest well before fighting, it’s right to always recognize that now is the best time.
It was one of the principles that he had heard, learned, and realized while pouring out Crona.
And that mindset itself was a great help in using Will.
The fact that the knight’s oath affects Will is proof that your usual mindset is also important.
His arm, which had been steaming, was sore, but he could consider it as the end of his warm-up.

“How dare you, how dare you, gaaaaamhieeeeee!”

The blue eyes shook their hands and feet as if they had turned their backs. Then they calmly recited the spell again.
It seemed like a typical example of a split personality.

“It’s Hualin’s dog.”

With such a clear duality, she certainly looked crazy. The wind blew from beneath her feet, making her hair flutter and her robe bulge.
She reached out, and a dark, thick liquid dripped from her fingertips, and a black hound rose from the floor.
A magical creature made of soot.
Where else have I seen this spell?
Have I seen it in the West? It was one of the spells mainly used by cultists, and she was good at it.
The only difference from what I had seen so far was that the ones that came out now were dark red, and that made them look rougher and more ferocious.
Of course, Encred was calm even after seeing that. It made sense. All she had to do was approach, swing her sword, and slash and cut.
The magically cast demon beast lunged with its black fangs, and Encred swung her sword.
Countless elegant lines were drawn, slashing and slashing.
Those that were struck by the dawn danzo simply scattered and disappeared like dust.
Blue Eyes must have been an idiot, as he used physical striking spells one after another.
Between the collapsed walls, a boulder rose into the air with a groan and flew in.
The problem was that its speed was too slow compared to the arrows called black lightning. Since he
recognized and struck that arrow, it wasn’t difficult to dodge a boulder. Encred stepped to the side and skillfully applied force to the boulder and pushed it. The
boulder, which couldn’t even fly, flew towards a group of human-faced dogs with wings and rolled down, crushing eight or eight monsters.

“Kaaaak!”

The witch who saw that rolled her eyes in all directions and got excited, but she couldn’t do anything about it.
She approached while casting spells, and when she saw an opening, she flew in with a silent dagger. The witch used all means possible against the two closing in, but she couldn’t stop their steps.
Then, she did something similar to the dead red eyes. Her
bones twisted with a crunch and her body changed. Black blood bubbled up from between her swollen torso and six more hands popped out from her back.
Those hands made hand signs and performed a new magic. To be exact, it was a spell to summon some of the devil’s power.