Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 774

774. I caught it

“I borrow the power of red feet.”

The witch muttered the same thing five times. Her eyes kept rolling back and forth.
Both of those swordsmen were too threatening to her. Will she die like this? Like her already dead brother? It can’t be. It won’t be.
The days when she was called the Twin Witches flashed through her mind. She wiped away her thoughts and concentrated on reciting the spell.
The hungry stomach was a forbidden spell.

“Everyone, get out of here.”

This abstinence was to be realized by destroying some of her internal organs. Although her body had been modified for this purpose, that did not mean that she did not feel pain or suffering.
Black blood flowed from the corner of the witch’s mouth.

‘sick.’

The pain of her gut tearing apart made her lips quiver. Being sick would be better than dying. The witch knew that.

* * *

The moment Encred took a step, he felt something change under his feet.
This spell was not as fast as a lightning bolt, but it was wide. The ground that had been rumbling beneath his feet changed shape and holes appeared. Each hole was filled with sharp teeth. If you were to stumble upon one, it would not only be a problem for your flesh, but your bones as well.
The ground rippled around Encred, and the mouths of things opened as if trying to eat him.
Sensing danger, Encred kicked the ground and jumped to the side, and strangely enough, strange mouths rose from the ground as if chasing after where Encred had moved.

Empty!

The sound of teeth clashing against each other on the ground sounded like the clashing of metal.

‘Bayna?’

Encred looked down, thinking. It was made up of dozens of mouths. It wouldn’t end with a single cut like lightning.
Its main body wasn’t here, so there was nothing it could do.
Whether it was ground or caught in those teeth, once it was chewed, it would be sucked out by a demon somewhere, its mouth wide open, greedily eating.
I didn’t know everything, but I had a rough feeling about it.

‘It’s forbidden.’

None of those things are easy to deal with.
Walking fire or lightning bolts are the same, but this is no different.
As I moved my feet again to dodge, a hollow mouth appeared around Encred, in a certain range, wide enough for dozens of adult men to stand awkwardly.
The one that appeared right under my feet disappeared when I stabbed it with the Dawn Forge, but before it disappeared, I saw a new mouth appear right next to it.

‘Even if you cut one, it doesn’t mean anything, and even if you move, it will chase you.’

It was intense and persistent. That was the feeling.
I saw it being implemented and when I saw the form, I thought I understood the general principle.

‘Should I call it a continuous order?’

The target is herself, and it is unknown what the witch sacrificed to cast these spells, but these were spells that would not end without chewing and swallowing something.

‘Even bears are born again.’

Then how long will it keep growing new ones?
The question soon turned into action.
She moved her arm holding the dawn sword, stepping into the gap. She cut and cut again.
If the other side keeps growing, this side will cut just as much.
It was a quantitative battle between the total magical power of the blue-eyed witch and the will of Encred.
What was certain was that the witch had chosen the wrong spell.
She had burned half of the sacrifice she had prepared and offered up some of her own internal organs, but the magic she had used now was to persistently harass the opponent. It was a power that would eventually eat away at their stamina and make them struggle.
If they endured like that and got tired, they would be chewed up and killed. However, it was unfair to her.
The guy who had been fighting all the way into the demon realm had already cut down the wall and cast a spell. Wasn’t it natural that she lacked will? She would have lost stamina as well.
In the end, there was no way Encred would lose in a fight over who would get tired or exhausted first.
The indifferent attitude and consistent, tireless swordsmanship seemed like that of a worker absorbed in repetitive labor, and the witch was perplexed when she saw it.
How can he endure that?
Even when tentacles occasionally extended from the hungry demon’s intestines, the swordsman calmly turned his body half a turn and swung his sword.
The sword, with its rotating power, cut the tentacles and swept the ground as if it were elongated. An optical illusion occurred as if the blade had grown longer. That phenomenon soon became real and cut off another snout.

“Ahhhh!”

The witch screamed. Was it because she had great spirituality? Or was it simply a result of insight?
She saw her end. She had
already seen through her twin sister that even if she were to transform into a heteromorphic form, she would die if she were to split into dozens of pieces.
So it could have just been a scream of fear.

“I’ll add some too.”

Audin joined in. Encrid mercilessly broke the witch’s expectations by cutting and cutting the golden spell.
The witch, who was distracted by Saxon’s attack, had to block the divine fist, which was as big as a bear, with all her physical strength.
The witch’s modified body seemed to be able to display the strength of a knight, but

Bam, boom, boom!

It was useless.
The man with divine power grasped the joint of the fleshy mass that looked like the witch’s forearm that she had stretched out in a panic, and then bent and broke it in reverse, and finally approached her and drove his iron fist into her skull.

Zzz!

It was literally like a fist made of iron.
In one blow, the witch’s skull caved in and more black blood flowed out.
Before new flesh could grow from the sunken area, white-colored fists struck her one after another.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The rhythmic pounding of his fists played a tune against the witch’s head.

“stop.”

The fallen witch pleaded instead of screaming or casting spells while the fists paused for a moment.

“Yes, I will send you to the Lord, poor soul.”

Audin was merciless. He extended his fist and crushed the witch. Boom! Audin struck her with his fist. The last thing he saw was her fleshy body being crushed against the floor. Naturally, the witch couldn’t say anything else.
The two witches who had lived for over a hundred and fifty years and were finally continuing their lives in vain were dead.
And in the meantime, the apostle was also being chased by Ragnar’s blade.

“That’s ridiculous!”

The apostle denied reality. Encred nodded in agreement with the apostle’s words, as the ban was over and he had time to catch his breath again.
With a strong wall, a force specialized in the magic realm, countless monsters, and even individual powers,
it was a group that even two or three knights could not handle. So it was understandable that he would say something like that.

“Why are you nodding your head?”

Since the number of monsters was smaller than outside, Pel came closer with the thought that it would be easier to clean up this side. He
simply thought that if there were more monsters, he would have to swing his sword more, which would consume more time and stamina. Whether it was a small number
of elite monsters or just regular monsters, if he cut them down and lost, he would die the same.

“I am the red-footed apostle!”

And from far away, the apostle tried his last struggle.
His whole body was covered with red muscles like an outer shell, and his size began to grow.
The blue tendons exposed on his muscle shell were as thick as a rope. That was how big he had become.
Even Audin had to raise his head to see him up close, but now this guy was bigger than a giant.
He had grown to the size of three or four adult men in an instant. The process itself was amazing. His muscles seemed to grow on their own, growing at an extremely fast rate in a short period of time.

“You bastards!”

The apostle shouted, and the swordsman standing before him simply raised his sword in a calm manner.
The name of the sword was Sunrise, and the name of the man holding the sword was Ragna.
The sword held by Ragna radiated red light and pushed away the darkness surrounding it. A small light source appeared on the ground.
The god who was born in the east, who rules over half of the world, and eats away at darkness is here.

“hey.”

The master who held the sword imbued with the power of the god called the apostle. The apostle’s eyes were red and large. Between them, black veins thickened.
Instead of answering, the apostle slammed his fist down. The heavy mass that flew like a hammer was like a rock in itself.

Liar!

The air was torn apart and the space distorted along the trajectory of the swing. The immense strength tore through the sound and space.
Ragna, who stood in front of it, seemed as if he would be turned into a blood clot, but that didn’t happen.
He spread his legs and took a stance, and lifted the sun. The will that spread from his abs to his entire body supported the power.

Bam!

The shockwave spread out in concentric circles with a loud noise.
Encred felt the power contained in the blow and saw that the apostle’s strength was superior to that of the Minotaur wielding two swords.

‘But there’s no trick.’

It seems so. Those with a lot of experience find meaning in attacking and attacking. There are no meaningless gestures.
However, the apostle’s punch right now did not think about anything beyond that one blow.
In other words, he seemed to have little experience in fighting. However, the power contained in that punch itself was no joke.
Breaking down a wall? The apostle could do it. Killing all the monsters? Sweeping out the cursed tree clan? He could do all of that.
Moreover, if he went out to the continent like this, he could take over a city and pick off the humans inside.
The apostle had that much power. However, he couldn’t kill a man with a sword in front of him.
The fist that was stuck in the sunrise couldn’t do anything to a single human holding it.

Gulp, slurp.

The flesh blocked by the sunrise was torn apart and blood flowed, and the blood that flowed rose like steam in the heat of the blade. A pungent and acrid smell spread.
Ragnar thought while holding the sunrise.

‘My vow is.’

Not stopping until the day you die.
The will to keep going until the moment you take your last breath is the basis of the oath.
What is easy for some is a challenge for others.
Since everyone’s standards are not the same, everyone’s limitations cannot be the same.
That was Ragnar’s limitation.
What was natural for Encred was not natural for him.
The apostle used both spells and physical abilities.
Tentacles covered in black blood emerged from his arms and legs, and each one flew in tearing at the sound.
Also, a mouth appeared on his stomach and back, and the tongue that protruded from it was full of thorns.
The sword that glowed in the darkness struck, struck, and blocked everything.
Encred stood to one side and watched it all. The others stood in their respective positions.
A swordsman and a monster fought among the collapsed walls and the monster’s corpses.
Encred saw that Ragnar could die. The apostle’s spells would eventually find a way through.
The black vines growing on the ground burst and poured out thin needles.
Some of Ragna’s limbs that were hit by them became numb for a moment.
Still, this side was the winner.

“This is a disgusting thing.”

Shinar muttered.
Spells using tree vines are a specialty of fairies. Among fairies,
it is a specialty of druids. It was only natural that Shinar was not in a good mood after seeing a guy named Apostle modifying it and using it.

“……To a mere knight.”

The apostle’s muttering.
There are monsters that eat knights in the Demon Realm. There are many of them.
One of them said this while looking at Ragnar, who was bleeding with one side of his head broken.
Half of his head was crushed, distorted as if it had been struck by hot iron, blisters appeared, and his body was torn apart as if it was being torn apart.
His muscle armor that could block anything was easily cut by Ragnar’s sword. He was gasping for his last breath.
Would he die if he were left alone? He couldn’t be sure.
Ragnar raised his heavy arm. He was a bad opponent to deal with with just one sword. He
almost died when he was impaled by one of the tentacles at the moment he overcame the spell that would drain the opponent’s mind if he looked at it.
Ragnar, who was holding his sword, suddenly felt something flying from behind him and turned his body.
It was a half-beat too late to dodge, but it wasn’t really aimed at him, so he was able to dodge. If he had stayed still, he would have been hurt by the flying thing, but he was able to dodge it without any trouble.

Bam!

The flying projectile struck the apostle’s half-remaining head. The projectile flew so hard that it tore through the apostle’s neck muscles and skin and rolled to one side.
It looked like something had been stuck on a split pumpkin and rolled. And what had struck the half-remaining head was a hatchet.

“I got it.”

From one side, the soft voice of a lost savage could be heard. He continued.

“The last one to hit caught him. You know that?”

Rem smiled with his right hand outstretched.
Judging by the small wounds on his forehead and the similar wounds on his forearms, it must not have been easy for him to get here.
This is a demonic realm, a place untouched by human hands.
The fight is over. There may be no monsters left, but the place that guarded this place has collapsed and the being that guarded this place has died.

‘It’s just a fortress city, not even the center of the Demon Realm.’

Encred calmly assessed the situation. It would be a lie if he said he wasn’t satisfied.
They didn’t know, but this was a place that the Red Cloak Knights had attacked many times. They
had swept it away in one breath as soon as they arrived.
Shinar looked at the corpse of the spirit he had killed long ago and wrapped the wound on his arm with a long leaf. It was a fairy-style bandage. He
looked around and heard the faint screams of the vengeful spirits still crying.
If they leave like this, another thorny wall will be built here.
That wall had that much determination. Therefore, it needs to be purified. There was nothing better than fire for purification.

“Let’s burn it.”

It was the words of the fairy who once hated fire. Was it a memory of the past that had now been overcome, or a determination to move forward?
There was no need to know her inner thoughts, so Encred simply nodded in agreement.
Now that the work was done, it was time to light the signal fire.
In the place where gray clouds covered the sky and darkness had fallen, the red light shone like the sun.
It was still a long way from sunrise, but the flame was as hot as the sun and burned for a long time.
And it also fulfilled Encred’s wish.