Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 781

781. You’re funny

Rem’s body wasn’t normal, and he also had the burden of Ragna. Should we just accept it?

‘no way.’

I had no such intention. After breaking through the roof, Rem ran backwards, facing the opponent. But he was as fast as someone running at full speed. It was a skill derived from one of the games that any child who grew up in the West would commonly play: running backwards.

“If you get caught, you die. Or you rebel and die. The choice is yours.”

The pursuer, wearing thick armor, holding a shield and sword, tried to close the distance, but it was no use. His feet were not fast. Instead, they were steady.
He simply moved away, knowing that this game of tag would end someday.
What if the opponent threw something?

‘So what?’

He knew that he couldn’t pierce his armor and shield with something like a hatchet.
Therefore, he was at a loss if he just kept eating away at his opponent’s health. He was confident in his armored feet.

thud.

With his large size and the weight of his armor, sword, shield, and secondary weapons, the ground shook with every step he took.
If you use stamina as a weapon, it would be harder for someone who was running around like that. It was natural that the one who moved more would use up more stamina.
Since he only had to close the distance, he could just move with the minimum path.
If he got in a fight like this, it would be easy from then on.
The tactic he used was to squeeze his opponent to death. That was why it was a tactic that only made sense if the opponent fought back, and he believed that with time, things would go his way.
And Rem didn’t think that way. From the moment he put Ragna on his shoulders and broke the roof, his thoughts had been the same.

‘Why insist on close combat?’

No.
That’s why I ran out of the house. The surroundings suddenly changed drastically, but there was enough room to run and move. That was enough for now.
I put off understanding the reason for the change or the situation.
If the opponent had challenged Rem to a duel over Ragna, he wouldn’t have gone this far. If
he wanted to fight with honor on the line, then the one he would fight would be Rem.
But the opponent didn’t do that. The corners of the mouth of the guy with the wavy blond hair went up.
The snout with a sneer asked.

“Now, choose. Will you run away, leaving your burden behind? Or will you die together?”

The guy kept forcing her to make a choice, and Rem just raised her middle finger with her free hand in a nonchalant manner.
It was a long-standing tradition on the continent to use the finger as a curse word.

“……He doesn’t know his place.”

The smiling face remained, but the displeasure was evident in the bastard’s tone. Rem escaped the unfavorable battlefield and circled a wide area. He drew a circle around his opponent. It seemed like he would never be caught, except that Rem had to move more quickly every time the bastard moved.
The place they faced was an empty lot-like terrain, where the villagers’ gardens used to be.
And the owner of the armor drew an imaginary line between Rem and himself and pressured them. He kept changing his path, and his intention was to make the bastard move more.
The circle drawn by one side was large and the circle drawn by the other side was small. It was natural that the one who ran more would tire faster since he would expend more stamina.
The heavily armored knight showed only the minimum amount of movement to conserve stamina. That was enough. Furthermore, this was a labyrinth. He would not tire easily in this place.

“Are you going to run until you die? Or are you going to test your skills while you still have strength left?”

The knight in armor enjoyed breaking his opponent’s mind by forcing him to make a choice. He did as he was told, and the barbarian from the West blithely ignored everything.
In fact, it was more accurate to say that he didn’t even listen to what his opponent was saying because he was imagining what it would be like to use the lazy brat as a projectile in the middle.

‘Take this, you lazy demon sword. No, maybe you should call it the Demon Sword’s wayward one?’

I want to throw it away, but I can’t. I just imagined it. It felt like Gilchi was storing up his stamina as if he was preparing for some big fight.

‘You don’t feel well?’

Me too, kid.
Rem opened her mouth, knowing there was no need to curse inwardly.

“See you when you wake up, you lazy bastard.”

Rem skillfully took out the sling hanging on his waist with one hand while muttering to himself, and with the hand holding the sling, he rummaged through his pocket again to grab the bullets he had imbued with magic.
There were more than ten bullets, but there was no need to use them all here.
The actions he showed after this were also a feat. It would be right to say that it was a feat only to others, and to Rem, it was an ordinary action.
He threw the bullets into the air while running and swung the sling to catch them. Bam! With a refreshing sound, the bullets settled into the leather bag. He sped up and turned the string as he caught them.
Rem held tightly to the handle, which was tightly interlocked with the leather bag and the string.
Then, the leather bag loaded with bullets drew a circle with Rem’s hand as the axis. Even before the centrifugal force was properly applied, the circle drawn by the sling was perfect without a single dent.

humming-

The sound of cutting through the air was smooth. As the leather strap was repeatedly turned, the sound of cutting through the air began to spread around.
It was a sound that changed from boong to hong.
The man in armor saw Rem’s trick.

‘Projectile?’

He must have been hit by the slingshot. But there was no need to panic. He trusted his shield and the armor he wore.
It was an invincible armor that had never been broken before he met Balrog.
Rem was still calm on the outside, but he was a little busy on the inside. He had to measure the distance from his opponent while running and turn the sling, and in the process, he transferred his magical power to the bullet.
The bullet, which was usually made with the secret methods of the West and Rem’s personal secret techniques, easily accepted the magic. Then, he cast a spell on the bullet as if he was casting a curse.

‘A scolding.’

It is the name of a spell.
It is said that when the god of the west is angry, he bursts out fire with his voice.
The transferred spell is directed to the bullet, and the sound of the accelerated leather strap changes from hoong hoong to wiiiiiing.
The smooth sound is accompanied by ominousness and anxiety. The circular motion that started in Rem’s hand could end at any time, and even if he controlled it perfectly, the threat was incomparable to a sword that just stopped still.
It was a disc that was so threatening that it could not be compared to looking at a bowstring that was full of tension.
Rem did not warn. He poured out the power of the disc that he was spinning, using the senses that he had become accustomed to handling for decades.
The bullet contained in the sling flew away as light. The man in armor did not recognize the beginning or the end. It was a speed that exceeded the knight’s body vision.
He relied solely on his senses, and just held his shield in front like a turtle hiding its body in its shell.
Rem fired the projectile and reflexively cast a spell to protect her eardrums.

Qua-

The sound cuts out.

… … Kwaaaaang!

The sound of the interruption continued until it turned into a loud noise. The projectile that Rem fired pierced the air in the middle, creating three shockwaves, and exploded upon hitting the target. The pressure generated by the explosion caused a storm to rage. Even the sound of the explosion was a threatening bullet.

Kwaaaaaaa.

The shockwave that burst the air behind the loud noise swept through the air, clawing at everything. A few residents lowered their heads and trembled from afar.
Of course, no one came near. Rem had lured him here in the first place to do this.
Dust rose up as the bullets exploded, then quickly settled. The dust in the Demonic Realm border felt strangely heavy.
Rem crossed her arms and crouched, blocking the bullets that flew in. She dropped the load on her shoulders behind her back.
A few pieces of shrapnel pierced Rem’s forearms. Even though she was protected by magic, it was like this. How would someone who was directly hit by the bullets feel?

“……This guy.”

It was the words of a shadow staggering through the settled dust.
The man, half of his armor destroyed, glared at Rem with his crumpled and torn shield.
His kite shield was now a broken shield. It was broken and tattered.

“you.”

The opponent opens his mouth, unable to hide his shock.

“what?”

Rem spoke, lowering the arm that was blocking her way, putting in the second bullet and starting to twirl the string. The opponent was not very fast, so he could not catch up with Rem, who was carrying a load. In that situation, he gained as much distance as he wanted, and long-range attacks were one of Rem’s strengths.

“What the heck.”

Even within the labyrinth of Balrog, one of the strongest beings was collapsing after meeting his natural enemy. From Rem’s perspective, this wasn’t all that unusual.

* * *

Encred forgot the passage of time and even the situation. He simply fought, swinging his sword.

-good night.

Sometimes Balrog conveyed his will through Will. Encred felt the same way.
No matter what he did, he would block, strike back, and counterattack. What should I say about the irregular attacks he occasionally sees?
He easily bypasses the barrier called the wave barrier. If he had broken it with force, it would have been like that. However, Balrog used technique to bypass it, not force.

‘foot.’

Balrog’s feet are not proportional to his size. At the same time, his whip, which moves alive, catches the eye. Balrog’s attacks are complex in every way.

‘Coming together.’

It feels just like that. It’s so perfectly harmonized that I can’t help but nod no matter what technique comes out of that body.
Encred swung the Dawn Forge with a momentary movement to knock away the opponent’s sword, and then closed the distance and did a headbutt or trip.
He induced a dogfight with a momentary wit, but Balrog let go of his sword and responded to the melee. He
struck with his hand, hit, grabbed, and twisted. At that moment, his whip didn’t even intervene.
The fire snake stood on one side and watched. Of course, Encred didn’t have the energy to watch that. He
was busy blocking the rushing hands, feet, knees, and elbows, and trying to find an opening to insert his fist or fingers.
In that melee, Encred broke three fingers on his left hand.
His hand was caught for a moment and he quickly pulled it away, but Balrog twisted and broke Encred’s three fingers at that moment by twisting his fingers and wrist. Just before, he had been hit in the ribs and was having a hard time breathing.
The injuries were piling up. Nevertheless, Encred held on and fought until the end.
And now, he could summarize the whole process in one word.

‘It’s true.’

Balrog saw an opening to strike Encred’s neck, but he also gave him time to dodge, like passing a move in chess.
It was a situation that had come up several times already. He asked as if he was mentally reciting it.

-Can’t you fight a little more?

Balrog, who had finally found an opponent worth fighting for the first time in a long time, played with Encrid.

‘The difference in skill.’

From sword handling to the embodiment of oppression.
If I polish all my skills to the limit, can I become a Balrog? Intuition tells me. Nothing can be answered for sure.
Balrog approached me as a high and solid wall.
The game cannot last forever. Finally, the blade made of black flames named Urt ripped through Encred’s intestines.
Before that, three fingers and two ribs were already broken, his knee joints were out of alignment, and his hip joints were creaking. In a situation where he was being pushed back unilaterally, the sword finally entered his stomach.
At that moment, Encred’s Dawn Forge drew a line. Even Balrog could not have predicted this, as part of his horn was cut off.

“It was a shame.”

Balrog only spoke calmly.
The insides were burned and the fire spread to his entire body. The black fire was a fire from hell that would not go out until the opponent died.
This was also one of Balrog’s powers.
Encred had to bite his tongue to endure the pain. Blood should have flowed out as his tongue was cut off, but the fire had already burned his mouth. Instead of blood, only the smell of charcoal filled the air. It seemed as if the smell of charcoal had filled his head.

-You will be reborn in my labyrinth. Let us fight and play forever.

In that situation, Balrog listened to his mental will.
It would be better to say that he barely listened. He had experienced death several times, but he could not adapt to pain, so it would be okay to say that he listened to it purely with his mental power.
Balrog looked at Encred’s eyes that were burning. Even as he died, his blue eyes did not go out.
It seemed as if there was blue fire in those eyes. Balrog liked that very much.

-See you later.

Balrog expressed his joy, saying that this was not the end. Encred faced a moment that he had experienced so many times before. When the surroundings became dark, he passed through a dark cave with no light. It was death. He died again.
And.

-That’s funny.

Encred heard another being at the end of the cavern, speaking to him mentally. It was the boatman.
It was a response to Balrog’s words from the moment of his death. Of course, Balrog would not hear those words.
These were words that only the dead Encred could hear.