Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 779

779. Relatively easy

Was it because of Luagarne’s brainwashing speech for several days?
Or was it simply because of the song they had been humming for a long time? Even though
the scenery in the village suddenly changed and the sounds of fighting could be heard here and there, none of the villagers looked for the demon.

“Knight of the End. Save me.”

The child receives the old woman’s muttered words.

“They said he was the knight of the devil.”

The entire village was covered in thick shadows. Shadows have both physical and psychological meanings. Suddenly, the ground rose here and there, forming walls, and before long, a ceiling appeared above them to block the sunlight.
And those who were trying to appease their fears came out. There
were two swordsmen. One held a thin blade with a sharp, curved blade, and the other held a straight, rectangular sword from the ricasso to the tip.

“I wonder if it will be fun to write.”

The strange sword muttered.

“I’m tired of this now. I just want to get out of the demon realm.”

Those words were received by the owner of the thin sword. The two seemed familiar with this kind of thing.

“Don’t you know that if you go to the continent, you won’t be able to play this maze?”

Balok’s Labyrinth Flower could only be used in places where the influence of the Demon Realm was strong. This can be inferred from their conversation.
Of course, except for the two who appeared just now, this would not be of much importance to anyone else present. What would be important if they were going to die right away?

“Give me an end.”

The old woman bowed her head. One of the men who saw her raised a short rectangular knife. He was the one who had been discussing the taste of the sword. With
his sunken cheeks, dark skin under his eyes, and pale, almost grayish skin, and oily hair that reached his shoulders, he had an appearance that would make you immediately call him a murderer if you met him on the street at night. What’s more, he was wearing a leather jacket. The pants, vest, and coat he wore were all unusual.
They were all made by tanning human skin. They were also his unique defensive equipment that symbolized him.
He had spent his entire life killing people as a tool for his pleasure, so it wasn’t all a misunderstanding to call him a murderer based on his appearance.
His right hand was raised. If he struck like this, the old woman’s head would split vertically.
Even if her skin had turned purple, her brain wouldn’t have changed, and her blood would still be red. Of course, the taste of the sword that was transmitted to his hand would be the same.
That was something to look forward to.
Normally, he had to be content with fighting monsters, demons, or those right next to him, but it wasn’t easy to deal with those right next to him, and there was no fun in fighting monsters or demons.
Some of his ugly desires were revealed on his face. With the heat from his eyes, he swung down his rectangular blade.

earth.

His sword failed to achieve its purpose.
Yet the murderer’s eyes held the same heat. His eyes turned to the one who had blocked his sword. He had known he would come and block it, but he had left it alone.
A longsword stood in his way. The longsword was the work of a dwarf, and its owner was named Lawford.

“What are you?”

Lawford asked, looking directly at his opponent. Compared to the killer, he had a neat appearance and straight eyes.
While exchanging thoughts with Pel – of course, not in a nice way – and focusing on training,
the surrounding terrain suddenly changed, and a man who seemed to make a living by killing people appeared. And then he blocked it.
Lawford’s eyes were already examining his opponent as
if he was digging into him one by one. His posture, his attitude, his eyes. Just looking at his eyes, which were filled with passion, made me feel sick.
It seemed like an old man lusting after a young woman.
The opponent took back the blocked sword and swung his other hand silently. That hand also held a short, rectangular sword.

‘esophagus?’

Lawford drew his sword and blocked the attack, thinking that his opponent’s weapon was unique.
It was a short sword with a shape similar to an esophagus.
There was something like a smile on the corner of his opponent’s mouth, which seemed to have never made an expression in his life.

“Whew. You seem to have some taste for writing.”

Hearing him speak under his breath strangely sent shivers down my spine.

hook.

The opponent kicked his feet to close the distance. Between them, the old woman was still crouching with her head bowed. She couldn’t even raise her head. She was just trembling in fear.
The opponent’s weapon was relatively shorter. Lawford’s longsword was longer than his stomach. In
that case, it was advantageous to open the distance. The problem was that the esophagus in his right hand was aimed at him. He was determined to kill the old woman.
It wasn’t an action he did on a whim, but a calculation.

You’re going to protect this old woman, right? Then shouldn’t you be guarding that spot now?

It seemed as if he was asking that question.
Lawford extended his sword and blocked the esophagus that the man was thrusting out with his right hand.

earth!

The blades met and sparks flew. The surroundings became darker as the terrain changed, making the sparks more noticeable.
While blocking the esophagus with his right hand, the esophagus in his left hand aimed for the neck. Lawford lowered his stance by extending his leg to the side and bending his knee from his sword-stretching stance. He
changed his stance and supported his body on one foot. He lifted one foot off the ground and kicked his opponent’s ankle.
The man who had been swinging the esophagus dodged the kick by spinning around the old woman.
He knew that it was advantageous to fight with the old woman around.

‘You’re going to keep protecting me, right?’

It was a question that was still there. Moreover, he was not alone.
Lawford frowned. Was he in trouble? Not necessarily. It was
just that a certain memory came to mind.
Even if something he had only heard was right before his eyes, it was hard to recognize it right away.
It was even more so if there was a gap between the image he had drawn and the image he had imagined.
Lawford’s opponent was the main character in a very old story. To be exact
, a villain. That was one of the ghost stories his parents always told him when he didn’t listen to them as a child.
That’s why he felt a chill down his spine just from a single word, not a threat. Because of the memories engraved in his childhood.

“Murderer Damer?”

Murderer Dahmer, or Tanner Dahmer.
A notorious serial killer who wields two knives and wears clothes made of human skin.
He suffered countless abuses as a child, and his father was a leatherworker.
One day, Dahmer accidentally struck a leather belt with a knife, and in rebellion, his first murder was his parents. The first day he picked up a knife, he killed his parents, and later wrapped the handle of his knife with his father’s skin.
After that, he continued to kill people and sold the skins by tanning them, so he was also called Tanner Dahmer.

“Does this make sense?”

The position between them, the old woman crouching and shivering, remained the same. Lawford asked calmly.
Dahmer found that really fascinating. Is this kid fearless? Or is he good at acting?
Either way, he must be a fun guy to write about.
Lawford stared blankly at him.

‘Hasn’t it been several decades since he died?’

So, even though his distinctive appearance and the way he was dressed in patchwork leather were not ordinary, they did not immediately come to mind.

“Yeah, I’m that guy.”

Three thick, earthworm-like wrinkles on his forehead.
One of the features that always made Dahmer a target of fear.

‘That was real?’

When I was young, I was just the main character of a scary story.
It was rare for a child who grew up in the city to not know the serial killer Dahmer. That’s how strange it is.

“Really?”

Dahmer nodded and tried to kick the old woman with his foot.
Lawford responded to the movement. Dahmer planted his foot on the ground to kick, and swung his weapon crosswise at the man who had come within range of his esophagus.

Tta-dang!

Lawford barely managed to stop himself from advancing and raised his longsword diagonally to block.
At that moment, when his breathing and movements suddenly stopped, a blade curved out from behind him and stabbed the back of his head.

earth-!

It wasn’t Lawford who blocked it, it was another sword. Of course it was Pell.

“Two attacking one?”

Pel said and glared at his opponent.

“Oh, what a shame.”

The man with the sword that was swinging wildly clicked his tongue and stepped back. He lightly stepped on the ground and glared at Pel with narrowed eyes.

‘This is stopping it.’

He had judged that swinging his sword was a little faster, so he had let Pel come forward. According to his calculations, his sword should have already pierced one of his heads, and the one in front should have been slow to block.
In other words, this guy also seemed to be quite skilled. If that was the case, this match would be quite long.
He was a master of the swordsmanship style, calculating dozens of attacks and defenses in an instant.
Damer enjoyed slowly harassing his opponents, whether mentally or physically, before winning with a single blow, so these two were completely different swordsmen.
Lawford roughly figured out their tendencies by observing their postures, weapons, attitudes, and speech.
Or was his guess wrong? Was he a being that deceived both his senses and his eyes?

“Then you should die.”

Prok, I remember what Ruagarne said. He said that you shouldn’t even think about living with someone of that level of skill.
I also remember what Pel said next.

“If you want to live, train, you untalented Lawford.”

He’s the guy who makes up nicknames as he pleases.
But it’s probably because of that kid.
It was easy for Lawford to read Dahmer’s intentions. He was so honest that he couldn’t even compare to the unexpected blows that Pell showed.
Dahmer himself didn’t think so at all, but Lawford naturally realized one of his talents at that moment.
The eyes that objectified themselves as if looking at themselves from above understood the other person’s perspective as if looking at themselves from the
other person’s perspective. In this situation, it was so easy to read the other person’s intentions.
Dahmer thought he was slowly eating away at the other person. Lawford matched the rhythm.
He pretended to stumble, pretended to be out of breath, and finally pretended to be frustrated that he couldn’t save the old woman if time passed like this.
It was an authentic Encred swordsmanship, a deceptive sword that deceives the other person.
Dahmer thought he had seized his opportunity and swung his sword with all his might. He kept crossing left and right or changing the rhythm, and then he raised both swords above his head and struck them down with all his strength. It is a strong attack that changes the pattern by swinging it in a counter-beat.
Lawford waited for the moment and held the grip of the sword with his right hand, and with his left hand, he held the area around the ricasso and withstood the two swords.

Bam!

It was a blow with Will. The opponent was a murderer who had reached the level of a knight through murder.
So it was a long time ago.
Lawford used the Bind technique to hold his sword. He absorbed the force sent by the opponent and used his knees and waist to absorb the shock so that he would not fall.
He passed the old woman and stepped on the instep of the guy who had stretched out.
He blocked it and stepped on it. In other words, the blocking and stepping were simultaneous.
Dahmer could not dodge. Lawford’s foot hit the instep. It was a heavy kick that made a thud sound.

Bang. Honest.

As Damer’s face was distorted by the broken ankle, Lawford suddenly let go of his sword, reached out, grabbed the man’s chin and neck, and twisted him in the opposite direction.

Wood thud thud.

The cervical vertebrae twisted and spiraled.
It was part of the martial arts that he had learned from watching Audin and Encred and had been taught a little by them.
Damer fell to his knees on the floor without a word. Lawford had killed the fear of his childhood. Well, he didn’t think it was that great.
In the meantime, Fel had finished his fight.
The guy who pretended to be a master of calculations was using his head, so he rushed straight ahead and cut diagonally using the vortex trick Encred had shown him.
The calculation of the man with the sword that curved sharply did not anticipate Fel’s strike, and he fell, his intestines spilling out between his torn body. Black fog flowed out along with his intestines instead of blood.

“They’re going to be killed by their master anyway.”

That’s what they say.

“master?”

Pel asked back and he answered with a chuckle.

“You are all in a labyrinth now!”

He shouted and vomited out black fog and died. His body turned into black fog and disappeared.

“labyrinth?”

Lawford approached and asked, and Pell just shrugged his shoulders. Only then did the old woman slowly raise her head.

“It’s okay now.”

It’s better to die to the master than to go through a labyrinth, that’s a problem for later.
For now, Lawford has achieved what he wanted. That is, he has protected someone like Encred. The opponent was a purple-skinned master called Mine or the Encroacher, but he was satisfied.

“This isn’t the end, is it?”
“Well, then I have to move diligently.”

The two walked around looking for any signs or ominous feelings here and there. Soon, they met a Frock who was supporting the ground with a loop sword and had one leg and one arm cut off. She had already killed her opponent, as there was only black powder in front of her.

“What happened?”

Lawford approached and asked. As he supported Frock, she tightened her muscles to stop the bleeding and said,

“Something suddenly popped out. It was at the level of a knight.”
“And then?”
“Saxon left with a snicker.”

Ah, I understand.
The group of three continued walking and then met Audyn, Teresa, and Roman.
And then they saw Audyn, determined to fight.

‘It’s the same when breaking down a wall.’

It’s more brutal now.

“How dare you hold back things that should go to the Lord!”

What’s more, he looked angry.