Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 780

780. Turn the Holy Light

While helping Roman train, Audin noticed a group of about fifteen people swarming around him.
None of them had normal eyes. Some had their pupils spinning around, others had their eyes facing in different directions, and many were drooling.
However, their momentum was extraordinary. They
all seemed to be using Will, giving off a sense of intimidation. However, because they were unrefined and looked haphazard, they felt like they were inconsistent.

‘article?’

When Audin saw them, he was suspicious. He only had a question mark in his mind.
Knights are those who have established beliefs and vows. Their mental strength is different from that of ordinary people. They are not easily broken.
So what are they?
They are those whose minds have collapsed, separate from their physical strength.
The power of the fifteen knights rushed at him in one breath. Whether they are knights or anything else, they are threatening enemies. Audin responded immediately.
Audin was one of the people who was least injured in the previous battle at the Thorn Wall. He was tired from overusing his divinity, but he was fine after resting for a few days.
In other words, his condition was not bad.

“Lord.”

Audin looked at the approaching people and covered his entire body with holy light.
Then, he immediately approached and struck the face of the man swinging a large axe.
He moved his feet in a short moment and quickly extended his fist. In the process, he added the ability to escape the opponent’s perception through the change in speed, so the opponent had no choice but to take the hit.

Boom! Crunch.

‘Swing the divinity.’

The Holy Grail, Ragna’s Blade, the experience gained from opening the divine, the words of his former adoptive father as he left.
It was the result of everything being condensed and combined.
The young divine spun around in Audin’s fist. He moved the divine with the vortex technique.
It was truly an amazing feat.
The face of the one hit spun around and exploded. Whether it was a helmet or anything else, there was nothing left from that blow.
Audin’s gaze, having killed one, looked behind the group of monsters that had lost their intelligence. Behind them, he saw a man holding something like a flute laughing bitterly.
He covered his mouth and blew the flute so that it was perpendicular to his face. There was no sound. Instead, the ones in front became even more furious. A spear
blade flew straight in through the black fog that was scattering as the head was shattered, and two of them spread out to the sides and thrust their blades.
Although they were a group of monsters, they rushed forward as if they had practiced fighting in formation.

‘Or else it must be my brother’s flute that is giving instructions.’

This level of tactical judgment is basic. And no matter what, the only thing left is the fact that you have to fight with force.
Audin took a step back and swung his left hand like a blade.
The light that formed the Holy Grail gathered on the edge of his hand and transformed into the shape of a blade.
A man wearing armor that was half-corroded brown from rust was stabbing with a long spear.
Audin’s steps were a little slower than his opponent’s, but he moved forward. With that, he avoided the trajectories of the blades flying from the left and right, and at the same time, he avoided the spear blades with minimal movement and a slight twist of his body, and the face of the man holding the spear came within Audin’s reach.
It was a movement that seemed like a promise sparring. Audin’s left hand grazed his opponent’s neck just like that.

Sigh.

There was little noise, but the results were not. The rusted helmets bounced in the air, and black fog rose like a fountain from the cut sections.
Audin took out one and jumped to the side, avoiding the axes, maces, and blades that were aiming for him.
His movements left long lines, leaving afterimages. The swarms followed along the lines.
Audin’s yellow eyes sank coldly. Instead of his usual warm and peaceful gaze, it felt like a cold wind was blowing.
Who would you pick if you were to name the people that clergy hate the most?
Cultists? Thieves? Monsters?
No.
The people they hate the most are those who revive the dead and use them, necromancers. There are only a few of them in the world, and they use their souls and corpses to do bizarre things.

‘What should we do with those who must go to the Lord in heaven?’

Part of the reason why the Cult Extermination Priests, who live only for the purpose of eradicating the cult, hate the cult is related to this.
They lost their acquaintances or relatives to the cult, and some of them had to fight the corpses that were reanimated in the form of their relatives.
Having to experience killing someone they love again is what makes the Cult Extermination Priests fight until they eradicate the cult.

‘Draug.’

Those who were supposed to go to the heavenly prison were bound here by a spell and became resurrected beings.
The general name for these beings is Draugr.

‘Lord.’

Praying inwardly, Audin shifted his center of gravity back, pretending to step back, and then leaped forward with a speed unexpected for his large body.
From above, it looked like a large piece of paper moving back and forth, breaking free of the laws of physics, and then bouncing back.
It looked like a slingshot thrown with all its might by a being larger than a giant. In other words,
it looked like a boulder that had been shot
. His entire body was covered in armor containing the light of the divine. His hands and feet became maces and blades that were imbued with light.
Audin knew what he had. It was mixed with what he had learned from hanging out with Encred and his pitiful mad knight brothers.

‘There is no reason to use it only to block Sungkwanggap.’

A simple and clear realization was the source of the violence he now displayed.

whiz-

The light of the Holy Spirit swirled around his entire body. The rotating light became a spiral of violence that carried destructive power.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The light that sways his fist like a hammer proves the power of the Apostle of Battle wherever it touches.
If it touches his head, it shatters.
If it touches his torso, a black fog spreads out radially around his body.
He takes the sharp thorned morning star that falls on his head with his shoulder.

Tiddying.

The spinning stellar shield swung it aside.
Then, the body of the one who swung it was split in half. This was because Audin raised his hand and swung it vertically.
The split body bounced back as if someone was pulling it left and right.
The force and speed created pressure, and it was because of the shock wave created by that pressure.
Audin turned his body half a turn and stretched his feet back. The movement was swift, but to those who were caught in his feet, they were not light feet at all.

Bam! Phew!

Black fog spread out radially behind the body of one of them, following the feet that had torn it apart.
The upper body had disappeared as if it had been crushed. The remaining lower body also flowed black fog and collapsed.
Beyond the scattered and disappearing Draugr Knights, the one holding the flute frowned.

‘What is this monster?’

He is a knight who deals with necromancers. He
was once a man who used to scold the continent under the alias of necromancer knight.
Raised by his grandfather who was a grave keeper, he has been associated with evil spirits since childhood, and he walked the path of a necromancer through a teacher he met by chance.
Afterwards, he realized that he had the talent to swing a blade, and through repeated training, he rose to the rank of knight, but in the process, he saw limitations and walls.

‘I may lack talent in swordsmanship, but I have other talents.’

He dreamed of using the souls of others to call forth the power of the Knights. His wish was to make all the people of the entire continent kneel before him, and then he met Balrog and died.
But his wish remained the same. It did not change.

‘Gather your troops here and attack Balok.’

In the labyrinth trapped by Balrog’s power, there was nothing to enjoy but fighting. That’s why those trapped here fought, fought, and fought.
In the midst of this, those whose minds collapsed appeared. Originally, those with those collapsed minds became ghost knights wandering the labyrinth, but a man with the talent of a commander had gathered them.
The man’s gaze also saw a woman fighting two ghost knights with a sword and shield on one side, and protecting the man standing behind her.
That woman’s skills were also considerable. He
turned his gaze toward himself several times while fighting.
The woman’s eyes and the eyes of the man who had burst all the ghost knights he had collected so far, both sank.
When he recognized that gaze, he felt a chill even though he had no body.

“Tch.”

The man clicked his tongue. He drew his sword instead of his flute, but he could not win against the monster that flew at him with its entire body as a weapon.
In reality, he knew that he had been holding on with false hope as a shield.
How could those who had been killed by Balrog and were now his subordinates rebel against their master?
He gave up easily this time as well, and Audin asked him with his fist clenched in front of him.

“Please release everything.”

What? He was talking about the ghost he was holding with his flute.

“……Do your best.”

The man laughed at his opponent. After all, this is all just a game.
The game of the monster Balrog, and all those trapped inside are just toys for that demon.
If you don’t like it, you can kill that demon called Tushin. If Balrog dies, it will all be over.
Of course, that won’t happen.
The man knew that if he died now, he would wake up again with some of his memories forgotten.
If he protected his ego in the process, he could do the same thing again.

‘otherwise.’

He too will end up just being a ghost knight.

‘shit.’

The man had a moment of realization. This isn’t the first time. I’ve died many times already.
Memories are blooming vividly. When it’s time to die, the sealed memories come to mind naturally.

‘If you don’t want to give up, you have to know.’

It was a desperate attempt to turn away from reality and rebel against Balrog.
One day, he died as Balrog’s sparring partner, and another day, he died fighting another ghost. Recently, he was struck by a sword swung by a female knight.
And now.

bang!

Audyn’s fist severed his memory.

“It seems like what the captain wanted has come true.”

Audyn said as he gathered his light. He guessed why the surrounding terrain had changed and why this chaos had occurred.
Everything around him stimulated his divinity. It was no different from being in a magic realm.

‘Why?’

It was said that the devil had powers. It was knowledge I gained while learning various things as a martial arts priest.
It was not known what those powers were or what they were, but I had a feeling that it was part of Balrog’s current powers.

‘Where are you, Brother Captain?’

And perhaps Encrid is now meeting the master of this power.
Darkness slowly expands its territory and fills the space where the light has disappeared. When the commanding knight died, the group of ghosts he had been moving also trembled and disappeared into the ground, dispersing into black fog.
Teresa calmly took a deep breath and cast her gaze beyond the place that had strangely changed into a large cave.

“I feel like something is going to keep coming.”

Holy Canter, her intuition had become sharper than that of Audin since she became a chantress.
She didn’t know what was happening right away, and it was full of things she couldn’t understand, but these things would keep coming. They would keep coming.
How long?
Until they died.
Teresa listened to her intuition.

“Then I guess I’ll have to swing my fist too.”

Audyn finally smiled and said. One thing he had learned from Encred was that he should do what he could right away.
He couldn’t find or help anyone right now. Instead, he could fight off the enemies coming at him and protect those whose skin had turned purple.

‘This must also be the will of the great brother.’

The Father in Heaven will be watching. Audyn braced himself with that thought.
Roman stood up behind them, using his greatsword as a cane.
His right leg was not working because he had been cut in the thigh during a surprise attack. One of the villagers who saw this approached and handed him something like a bandage.
It was a bandage made of horsehide.

“Thank you.”

Roman said, wrapping the bandage around his thigh.
What else is going to come out? Will they all be knight-level like this?
So should I just kneel in despair and despair and wait to die? Or should I grab a sword and rush in, knowing that I will die?

‘Neither.’

I will endure. No matter what happens at the end, I will fight and endure.
Roman’s spirit is no longer easily broken. It was different from before he met Encred again. Now, even if the parasite tries to control his mind, he can shake it off.
He feels it by intentionally pulling Will up. He can’t become a knight right away, but he can swing a sword.

‘Even if this is the machinations of a being I cannot handle.’

I will remain faithful to the present.
Roman is like this. The others were not shaken at all. To be exact, the Mad Knights were calm even in this situation.

“I need to gather the residents at the community center.”
“I’ll go.”

Lawford, who had been watching, came over and spoke, and Pell accepted the words.
All that was needed was to herd all the residents into the hall like sheep. This was something Pell was familiar with.

Liar-!

A loud noise was heard in the distance, and everyone turned to it.
Rem was there. A discus was floating above his hand. It wasn’t a real discus, but an illusion created by a tough leather strap being swung over his head.