Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 776

776. There is no vice-captain who abandons his subordinates.

Rem looked at the sleeping man’s face and thought.

‘It would be okay to just chop it once.’

When you reach the level of a knight, your body itself becomes much stronger than before.
Your skin becomes tougher, your bones become stronger, and the blood flow in your body becomes much faster, so much so that even your reaction speed surpasses common sense.
This is why people who become knights are called superhumans. However, that doesn’t mean you can survive even if your neck is cut off.
In other words, if you’re sleeping, you can be attacked by surprise. Especially if you’re half-conscious like you are now.
Rem turned her head as she watched Ragnar sleeping as if he was dead.
Sometimes, I want to just kill him.

‘Not this way.’

Rem is a man of the West and a warrior. He is also Yul’s companion and a father of a child.
What if he won a head-on fight, or stabbed a guy who was sleeping like he was dead in the middle of a fight? Even
if he were reborn ten times, Rem would never do that.
He went into the Demon Realm and destroyed and burned a wall. If he said that he didn’t get tired in the process, it would be a lie.
Rem also had a hard time after killing three large bird demons and falling to one side of the Demon Realm.
The Demon Realm was full of things that proved that it wasn’t called that way for nothing.
A horned gorilla demon moved more stealthily than an owl and tried to catch up, and a ghoul with a sharp beak pounced on him to suck his blood.
I saw quite a few people who were either cultists who had lost their minds or who only looked like that, and I even met some who were half-human and half-demon
and had strange marks on their foreheads and had magical powers flowing from their entire bodies.

‘Those kids, really.’

I couldn’t just watch and pass by, so I used my hands.
I beat up and killed a few of them and ran to find my way, calling on the wolf’s spirit.
Thanks to the wolf’s spirit, my spatial awareness was exceptionally enhanced, and with my heightened sense of smell, I followed the trail of my allies. In the process, an eight-armed spider monster appeared and kept shooting spider webs.
From afar, it shot spider webs like arrows through holes that looked like anus, and there were easily over a hundred of them, not one or two.
I killed half of them.
There were too many to kill by throwing a hatchet, so I had to use my hands one by one. They were tricky enemies that used terrain features such as hiding behind trees.
That doesn’t mean they were dangerous, but I couldn’t get past them without using up my stamina and magic power.
Fortunately, half of them ran away after I killed them.
After I joined my allies, I threw a hatchet and saved the lazy one, and returned to the village, where I just ate, slept, and rested, stretching and splitting my muscles and doing gymnastics to loosen up my body.
But my whole body still feels sore.

‘It’s not normal yet.’

There wasn’t a single broken part, but her overworked body was strangely unbalanced.
Witchcraft is a force that puts more strain on the body than necessary.
Well, she wasn’t the only one. The fairy who always talked about engagement was so pale that she pretended to be half-dead, and Luagarne also lost an arm in the fight.
It was said that the skeleton-faced dog bit him.
Among them, the lazy bastard who fell behind was the most seriously injured.
He was half-conscious because he fought while using his will too much. He woke up once in the middle to eat a lot, and then fell back asleep, so he wouldn’t wake up even if the skeleton-faced dog bit him.

“Haam.”

Rem, who yawned for no reason, was about to be a little more lazy.
Outside the window, he saw the two ugly people lost in thought. Ugly Rem and Ugly Lawford would come back after staying like that until the evening.
A few villagers glanced at them and passed by. Now, more people were looking at them with awe rather than fear.
The village was quiet and peaceful.

‘I swept away all the surrounding monsters.’

A guy named Roman was also seen rolling on one side.

“You can do more, brother. There’s still room.”

The half-giant Teresa was helping him train. Beside her, Audyn was smiling happily as he had become a demon.

‘If you harass people and then laugh at them, that’s the devil.’

Roman rested a few rocks on his shoulder and clenched his teeth until he could barely open his mouth.

“I can’t do this anymore.”
“No, I can. And don’t talk, brother. When you hold your breath, your abdominal muscles lose strength.”

His rebellion was lightly rejected by the demon Audyn.
They are having fun.
Rem took his gaze away from the window and turned his body toward the room. Then, he stopped as he was about to take his right foot to the bed and put his hand on the lowered weapon he always carried on his waist.
The axe reacted as it sensed the presence dripping with murderous intent.

‘when?’

A short question rose in my mind, but I had no time to find an answer to it.

Quite.

The only door opened, and a thick darkness flowed in from beyond. It wasn’t a metaphor, but a black smoke that actually gathered and settled on the ground.
It was broad daylight and a clear day without clouds.
However, when the door opened, the surroundings became dark even though it wasn’t night, and I suddenly felt the pressure of being dropped into the middle of a magic realm.

“If you are a guest, you should knock first, right?”

As Rem spoke, he pulled out his hatchet and threw it. His arm, moving with his words, swung without leaving even an afterimage.
With a pop- sound of air bursting, the hatchet he threw flew in a circular motion.
The movement was so fast that before he could finish his words, the axe had become a disc and seemed likely to crush the opponent’s head.
The owner of the black smoke caught the disc by bending what he was holding in his left arm from bottom to top. A shield, commonly called a kite shield, with a wide top and pointed bottom was attached to his left arm.

Boom! Dddddddddddddd!

The hatchet that Rem had thrown flew obliquely upwards with a loud noise and flew far away. It left a long mark on the shield and the axe disappeared as if it were a star in the sky. A large hole also appeared above the entrance.

‘I really liked that guy.’

Rem looked ahead, thinking. It seemed difficult to find the hatchet that had flown far away.
The black smoke that had covered the ground was still full of smoke, except for the left arm and shield.
The smoke slowly dissipated, and a helmet with a visor tightly pressed down was visible, but the inside of the visor could not be seen.

Crunch.

His entire body was armor. It was so lifeless that it seemed like it was a living armor, and the armor was made by connecting metal parts to each finger, and the craftsmanship of the creator was evident.
The sword was unsheathed and the shield was in a forward position. He raised his right hand and raised his visor.
Thump. With the sound of metal meshing, a face that was beyond Rem’s expectations was revealed.

“Ugh, it’s stuffy. Since you’re not wearing a helmet, I’ll put my visor up too. But I can’t take my helmet off. It feels like a part of my body now. Well, I’ll leave it up to you. Should I fight with my visor down? Or should I put it up?”

Rem narrowed her eyes and looked at the opponent.
What is this kid?
Fell and Lawford, who had been visible outside just a moment ago, were no longer visible. Outside the window, a rough wall had blocked it. The only people inside the house were herself and the lazy bum.
In other words, this was an abnormal situation.
The man’s blond hair, curly, came down from between the helmets. He had a rather handsome face. It couldn’t be compared to Encred, but it was a face that would make people call him handsome wherever he went.

“Do whatever you want.”

Rem answered in a calm manner. If you can’t resolve the doubt, then you can do what you can.

“Then why don’t you upload it?”

The man smiled. His confidence was evident in the corners of his lips that were rising.

Thump.

He lowered his shield, which covered half of his body, and struck the ground with its sharp tip, digging into the plastered stone floor.
It showed that the weight of the shield was not ordinary.
He pretended to look behind Rem, tilting his head up in that position. He was in a position where he could be seen well enough without doing something like that, so he had a habit of exaggerating his gestures.
The blond man asked with a smile. His attitude was friendly and affable.

“I only need to kill one guy, right? So I’ll just leave him behind and you’ll just go. What do you want?”

Rem’s physical condition was not normal. And the thing standing before her seemed more dangerous than any monster she had encountered in the Demon Realm.

‘What would a man like that be, whether he was a lord or an apostle?’

The last blow was his own, but I don’t know because I didn’t see the whole process.
Anyway, the reality is that it’s hard to gauge the opponent’s skills when he’s in such bad shape.
On the outside, Rem seems to have given up on controlling his emotions and is crazy about fighting, but he actually knows how to calmly assess the situation.
If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have even called himself a noble killer.
At that time, killing a noble and putting a bounty on him was all a result of thinking hard.
So this is the conclusion for now. Fighting here is disadvantageous in many ways.

‘The house is small and there’s luggage behind me.’

The composure of a guy surrounded by armor was oppressive.
He was a guy who fought with his visor raised. He was definitely not an easy guy.
But should he give up his subordinates and choose to survive? Should he leave his weak and trembling subordinates behind and live?
That kind of nonsense was not an option.

“Anyway, you lazy bastard. Why do you sleep so much?”

Rem muttered, then raised his lowered weapon, the axe, slightly in front of his face and asked in a slightly raised voice.

“Hey, do you know who I am?”

The man answered with a smiling face.

“I don’t know.”

Rem smiled and said again.

“Listen carefully. I am Rem, the Vice-Captain of the Mad Knights.”

Ragna flinched from behind while sleeping. He felt exhausted from his fight with the Red-footed Apostle, and he pulled out his lacking Will by relying on the sunrise.
As a result, he devoted himself to rest. It seemed like he was sleeping comfortably, but in reality, this was how it was.
He could wake up by force, but he couldn’t fight properly. So it was rest.
Well, to begin with, it seemed like he was acting without any worries by putting everything he had into it and then just sleeping like that, but Ragna trusted Encred. Well, Rem might not have trusted him.
The corners of Rem’s mouth, whom Ragna had distrusted, went up.

“There is no case where a vice-captain gives up his subordinates quietly, you idiot.”

Rem is a warrior and sorcerer of the West. He smelled faintly of something sour from his opponent. The owner of the armor was not human. In Rem’s judgment, that was the case.

“Vice-Chief? Crazy?”

The phantom or whatever it was didn’t know the Mad Knights. He tilted his head with a smiling face, picked up the shield that had been on the floor, and drew his sword.

Srrrrrr.

The silver of the slowly drawn blade blended in with the surrounding darkness. It felt like it was blending in rather than pushing away.
That was how it was in Rem’s eyes.
The blade was shorter and thicker than a typical longsword. The shape was similar to the gladius Encred had used before, but the blade was straighter.
It was good for stabbing, and conversely, it was also suitable for using as a shield or using the blade as a blunt weapon.

“Anyway, both of you chose to die?”

The man asked.

“No, I’m going to kill you.”

Rem answered without even breathing.

“Oh, I understand what you mean.”

The blond man raised his shield and took control of the narrow space. The aura he exuded swept through the space fiercely.
The pressure took shape.
This man’s pressure was accompanied by smoke, so the smoke took shape and revealed the power he held inside.
A solid block of iron, a cubic metal that could not be cut or split by anything, that large metal filled the town hall.
The square object made of smoke gave pressure.
Rem applied strength to his hand holding the axe.
There was a burden behind him, and the space was narrow.
There were no advantages, and there were many disadvantages.
Then all he had to do was reduce the disadvantages and bring advantages.
He did so.
Just as Rem influenced Encred, the Mad Knights influenced each other.
Rem had already been excellent at tactics. He borrowed some of the Encred-style orthodox swordsmanship derived from the Luagarne-style tactical swordsmanship.

“People behind you!”

Shout out loud. As if someone really came out behind you.

“……Would you be fooled?”

The curly-haired blonde phantom shook her head with a thud.
Rem’s intention was to make her opponent feel absurd, not to fool them.
In that brief moment, Rem’s axe soared into the air.

Liar!

The axe thrown upwards shattered the ceiling of the hall. Debris from the roof fell to the cornfield. Thick, large, blackened, heavy chunks of wood that had formed a similar shape, clumps of stone set with pebbles that had been plastered and fixed in place, and dust that had aged and turned into stone.
Debris falling like hail. The ceiling had collapsed because it had split right through the center.
Rem carried Ragnar and ran, breaking the roof that was pouring down like hail.

“That’s right.”

The man walked slowly, watching Rem move quickly. There was nowhere to run anyway.