Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 794

794. Faith and Weapons

Encred blocked Balrog’s blade, just before the jagged teeth of the blade met his target.
Shinar swung his Leaf Sword at the sparks flying in front of him, deflecting them.

Boom, thud.

The black embers threatened to burn part of the Leaf Sword, but the remaining energy extinguished the flames.

‘If they overlap, the ages may increase.’

It couldn’t be helped, since my energy was lacking. Shinar’s gaze turned forward. He shouldn’t be hit by sparks like this, but there was a man standing before him, facing them head-on.
Fairies always face a time when their lives are on fire. But the man before him seemed to be the spark itself.

“Okay, okay.”

The fairy’s whispers rang low. She dodged the sparks and swung her leaf sword at the whip. She drew back her left foot and simultaneously swung her sword upward, slashing diagonally. The whip twisted like a snake, dodging the blade.
Shinar kicked the ground and leaped back, pulling back the blade. The swift steps of a fairy.

phut!

A whip flew through the air, ripping through the air, and slashed past her.
The green light on the leaf sword blade in Shinar’s hand flickered. The flickering light seemed precarious. It seemed as if it would go out at any moment.

‘This is not good.’

My body isn’t in good shape. Even fighting in the forest isn’t guaranteed victory, and I’ve exhausted all the energy I’ve stored in my sword.
If I give up here, I’ll never be worthy of standing beside that man, who lives like a spark.
Shinar glanced at the flaming whip and the occasional goosebump-inducing movements of the Balrog, searching for something he could do.

‘What’s the best I can do right now?’

Let’s cool our heads. Isn’t this the time for a cool head, not a beating heart?

‘Am I of any help now?’

No way. I can’t even think of interfering in my fiancé’s fight. I can’t even take the sword in his stead. With my current energy, it’ll be difficult to even buy time.

‘If it doesn’t help.’

“Don’t even bother me.” “Thump, thump,” Shinar’s feet were light. Despite her lack of vitality, her martial arts were surprisingly excellent. She kicked a rock on the ground, hurling it toward the flaming whip, and somersaulted. After several consecutive turns, the whip found the gap and flew like an arrow. ”
Pung, bang, bang!” A series of sounds were heard, and a circle of flame followed the whip’s trajectory. It felt like a knight’s deliberate stabbing. No, it felt like a javelin thrown with all his might.

bang!

Again, the tip of the whip was blocked by a shield overlapping with white light. He accurately read the trajectory and struck the center of the shield, embodied by divinity, precisely blocking it. This feat was possible because he excelled at both divine manipulation and physical control.

“It’s called the Holy Light Shield, Sister.”

It was Audin who stopped him. He smiled and opened his eyes wide. He, too, had seen Encrid’s fight and sensed that the momentum within it was extraordinary.

‘A solid stone wall.’

It’s as if I’ve built something like that inside my body, interlocking with the muscles I’ve trained so far.

‘Will’s change.’

Usuke and Indules.
These two ancient words refer to the degree of Will’s training. Usuke means “will that never dries up,” and it means to build up your will by forcing yourself to feel that way.

‘Indules speaks of Will’s change.’

Although different from Will, there’s a similar concept to divinity: declaring a sanctuary. It can’t be used right away. While individual skill is crucial, the conditions are quite stringent.
In any case, Audin saw Encred’s transformation. He seized the opportunity he’d created.
The flaming whip, which had struck his shield and retreated, flew back, but he swatted it away with the back of his hand. The divinity overlapping his hand didn’t melt or burn from the heat of the whip. Instead, a portion of his sleeve burned and ignited.
It wasn’t possible to protect his entire clothing, so his clothes, already in disarray from breaching the wall, became tattered.
Audin swatted the whip away with the back of his hand and tore his shirt away.
With a snap, the sound of ripping threads revealed his upper body. The scars on his body were proof that his path had not been easy.
Audin was trying to buy Shinar some time.
No one will be easily distracted or broken by being caught or injured by Sinar.

‘Still, it does have a psychological impact.’

It’s a preemptive strike. While Encred was blocking the Balrog, Audin found his role. It was his role to balance the battlefield.
Sometimes defending, sometimes attacking, he had to be the center of the battle.

“Father, please borrow the wisdom of the god next to me and give it to me.”

It was time for the God of the Scales.
With a strange prayer, the holy light flowing from his entire body shone even brighter than before. The light gathered, replacing his clothes. It was a holy armor. It was a demonstration that he could dispense with armor or clothing.
Thus, Audin stood in the center of the formation. Encred, on his right, blocked the Balrog, while in front, the flaming whip was waiting
for an opening. Encred blocked the Balrog’s sword, fists, and kicks, all
the while keeping the whip’s attacks in mind. He was literally blocking everything that passed by. This was evident in the way he moved his feet and the angle of his waist.
While Audin regained his balance, Rem, quicker than him, had already retreated.
He measured the distance between them. His positioning was based on a simple thought.
He had long since forgotten about Shinar’s safety. If he died like this, he wouldn’t be able to discuss the captain’s fiancée. As expected, she found her work.
Instead of foolishly rushing to offer a helping hand, she backed away.

‘Backing down is also a tactic.’

Fighting to the death isn’t the only way to survive.
If necessary, you must survive, even if it means scattering the sand hidden in your hand.
Of course, that’s not possible until you fight with honor on the line. But battles bring cheers of victory to the survivors, and the goddess of fortune smiles only on the living.
There’s even a mercenary joke that says seeing the goddess smile after death means nothing.
The god of battle welcomes the dead, but the goddess of fortune always watches over the living.

‘So don’t be upset if I hit you from far away.’

There was no need for this, but it was a self-justification that even the god of the continent had to be dragged into.
Rem unleashed her sorcery along with her thoughts. She would be in for a rough time after this fight, but now was not the time to worry about that.
As a shaman, she received the divine power throughout her body. Shamanism is the foundation, the vessel. If you empty it, the divine power will fill it.
To be precise, it’s not about emptying it, but rather about pouring all your energy into strengthening the vessel. However, no matter how much you teach this technique, it’s impossible for someone who’s not good at it.
The shaman of the West was something only a very select few, even among the clans that practiced sorcery, could do—in other words, only geniuses. It was as difficult to master as Indules.

‘Here comes the descent.’

Spirits are received through the body, while descent is received through space and tools. A spell implement crafted from elaborate sacrifices would suffice as a tool for descent.
At some point, strange patterns began to appear in Rem’s eyes, and his shadow transformed into a figure with long arms and a small build.
In the West, there are eight gods, including Grime. That is the pinnacle of Western sorcery. The one now called the master of the spirits was one of them. He was the ancestor of the stone slinger, the one who brought down the flying god, the small giant ‘Sky Flying’.
He took out a spear made of carved ink, put it in a sling, and spun it. Every movement was natural.

Boom boom- Weeeeeeeing!

Two discs appeared in Rem’s hands. However, he couldn’t immediately dismiss them.

‘Okay, let me show you something fun.’

He waited. If he fired now, he might strike the back of their heads. No, there was a high probability they would break their skulls.
Even just watching from afar, he knew. Balrog was a skilled fighter. He would know how to turn the pincer attack of his allies into a battlefield to his advantage.
Rem gathered all the information, including his vision, to find an opening, but he couldn’t find one.
It was impossible to advance in pitch darkness without a single moonlight. It was like falling into a deep lake, unable to tell
up from down. Only then would someone grab his hand and pull him up to the surface.
Audin took his position in the center, Ragnar behind him, Shinar retreated, and Saxon vanished without a trace.
The flaming whip swung left and right as if alive, sticking its tongue out once at Audin, once at Encred. The tongue was so hot that even a brush with it burned skin and scorched the air.
The surrounding air grew thick. The pungent aroma grew thicker. The scent of Shinar’s scent was pushed away. Instead of spreading widely, the light of the Holy Light enveloped Audin’s entire body.
Because of this, Balrog’s shadow seemed to encompass and dominate the room. Of course, all of this was merely a perception, but for a knight, even that tangible sensation couldn’t be ignored. In an instant, the creature’s movements changed. More precisely, Rem’s senses rang with a warning that Balrog’s swordsmanship was different than before.
Rem’s thoughts accelerated, and his pupils dilated. He was deciphering the information coming in through his eyes. Balrog’s movements, fighting before him, seemed to break. For a moment, a different pace began to take shape. Balrog’s footsteps shifted. He extended his left foot diagonally backward, planted his right foot on the ground, and brought his sword down.

‘Cutting the crown.’

Strength, speed, and even the sophistication of his technique.
He used his long arms and legs to his fullest reach, swinging his sword. While a typical slash would have involved extending his right foot diagonally, he instead stepped back. The balance of his weight alone was enough to tell. It was a masterful stroke.

‘Even if you block it, it will be pushed back.’

Something as special as his own spirit now materialized within Balrog’s sword. Will had coalesced into a blade. The creature’s eyes flickered in long lines. And as the tip of Balrog’s sword struck Encred’s head, Rem was faced with a choice.

Action or belief?

Encred said he would block it, and told him to throw it from afar.
The disc was already prepared, so if he extended it, it would prevent him from collapsing under the blow and killing him instantly.
The disc remained intact. For a split second, Rem endured the scene as his thoughts sped up.
At the same time, Encred became a solid wall of stone. To be precise, the intangible power within him, Will, had transformed into that very thing.
Encred raised his sword diagonally to block the Balrog’s sword.

Ki-gi-gi-gi-gi.

There were no sparks, no explosions. Instead of a deafening roar, there was only the sound of a harp string snapping between two swords.
Two intangible forces clashed and stopped the attack. A gap appeared between them. The moment Encred blocked the sword, Audin grabbed the tip of the flaming whip.
Swish! A bizarre sight unfolded, the flames consuming the Holy Light. White smoke rose from Audin’s hand, which held the whip.

‘aperture.’

I recognized it the moment I saw it, and the moment I recognized it, my hands moved on their own.

‘No command.’

A bullet, imbued with the energy of the Skyfly, flew towards Balrog’s forehead, but he raised his hand to block it. Will, though born a demon, could be called a demon, but he had channeled his intangible power into a shield and blocked it.

‘You’re quite talented, kid.’

Then Rem spat out nonsense, and no one listened.
Ragnar pulled out Sunrise and held it in both hands. Sunrise’s blade was silent, as if asleep. It didn’t radiate heat or sparkle.
That was because its master still desired nothing. Ragnar steadied his breathing through the thick, stuffy air. He waited behind Audin.
The moment Encred blocked the Balrog’s attack and Rem’s bullet exploded, Ragnar made his move.

‘One point of focus.’

Encred said he would stop him, so he would. Ragnar had no doubts from the beginning.
Believing so, he didn’t allow anything around him to enter his mind. He watched only for an opportunity to strike.
Donapa, the knight and teacher he’d met in the labyrinth, had spent decades honing his special skill, but Ragnar had been able to do it naturally since birth. He
ignored sounds and limited his field of vision. All he could focus on was his opponent.
Ragnar swung his sword at Balrog’s side. Encred had just summoned his will, binding the Black Flame Sword. He swung the sword, slicing through
Encred, from right to left, then to right. Before he knew it, a red glow shimmered on the blade of the sunrise. Through Ragnar’s will, it transformed into a blade imbued with the intense heat of the sun.

Crunch!

The blade’s onslaught, seemingly capable of slicing anything, was blocked. Balrog thrust his left arm in as the sword gripped him. A thick bracelet protruded from his skin. It was a relic hidden beneath his skin.
The bracelet shattered, releasing a squeal of a vengeful spirit. Just as he thought it was a failure, Ragna’s sword moved once more. He
swung the sword from right to left, then diagonally around Balrog’s forearm, bringing it parallel to the ground. It was a series
of strikes. Balrog wasn’t the only one possessing such exquisite technique.
The superheated blade, emanating from the sunrise, moved to the other side, scraping Balrog’s forearm. It only scratched his skin, leaving no cuts or burns.
Instead, the superheated ray of heat, following the blade’s swing, aimed straight at Balrog’s chest.

Liar!

At that moment, the Balrog wrapped its wings around itself, balancing on one foot while extending the other. Ragnar ignored it and continued to swing. Encred had decided to block, so it was only natural. His faith remained.
Encred did not betray that faith. He shook off Urt and immediately kicked the Balrog’s ankle.
The popping sound was the sound of Encred’s and the Balrog’s feet meeting. Ragnar’s sunrise also failed to produce the desired result.

Pibibibig.

His blade shattered one of Balrog’s crystals, but failed to cut through all of them. Black blood flowed from a long line that cut through his chest.
He had originally intended to cut through three crystals simultaneously, but he failed.

-I see blood a lot these days.

Balrog spoke calmly and took a stance.
Blood flowed from Encred’s nose. Well, it was a moment where he couldn’t care less whether blood flowed or not. Encred had just felt Balrog’s prowess in the workshop.

‘Are swords and whips the only weapons?’

To that question, Balrog replied that his entire body was a weapon. A demon of struggle, even his fingernails were a weapon.