Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 839

839. Kill the spell

“What can a knight do?”

Christ did not give a single answer to this question.

‘They all have different special skills.’

How about assigning the infiltration mission to Audin?

‘Wouldn’t it be possible to break through halfway?’

He can walk silently if he needs to, but his size is definitely noticeable. He’s not called the Bear Man for nothing.

‘What if I entrust Ragna with the tracking mission?’

Killing the target is a problem, but whether they’ll be able to return is uncertain.
Pel specializes in one-on-one combat, while Lawford excels at leading troops.
Of course, even if their roles were reversed, they’d still manage to get by. That’s what knights are for.

“Is it just a matter of specialty? It’s also a matter of personality.”

For example, if you asked Encred to slay a thousand enemy soldiers overnight,
he wouldn’t. Being able to do something and having the will to do it are two different things.

‘I’ll always find the path that kills the fewest people.’

That doesn’t mean he avoids combat, nor will he turn a blind eye to the horrors of war.
Encred’s path has been too arduous for that.
He knows the sharp blade of reality. It pierces flesh in unexpected places, tears through muscle, and rips open the intestines.
If necessary, he will cut. If it’s justified, he will fight. Encred will do so.
He must consider both his specialties and his disposition. That’s what Kreis did.

‘Then what if we limit it to killing the opponent, regardless of whether they are a wizard or not?’

Saxon can’t guarantee victory in a head-on confrontation with anyone. But if you ask him to kill, it’s a different story.
He doesn’t show his true abilities. He’s been an assassin since childhood, and his habits are deeply ingrained. What happens when Saxon sets his sights on a target?
No one answers honestly, but no one truly ignores him.

“Information. I need everything I know about the other person.”

Christ asked Saxon what role he should play, and he answered as if it were a matter of course.

“I don’t know. Since I don’t know, Saxon has to do it.”

But Christ knew only a fraction of what there was to know about them.

“That’s all I know. There’s not a single member of that group who hasn’t experimented on humans at least once. I heard there was a trend among them at one point.”
“Trend?”
“They say it’s an experiment where they implant stars in people.”

It’s something that makes me sick just hearing it.

“It’s about implanting a tool that stores will or magical energy into a human body. To put it more simply, we’re using the human body as a tool to create something like a spell object.”

Why? Esther knew the reason. Christ told her.

“It’s the same principle as cooking. Using the human body as a cooking utensil.”

They did this indiscriminately, regardless of whether they were adults, elderly, or children. Was
this the only way they did it?
Astrail, this group with a grand name, doesn’t regard intelligent beings as fellow human beings. In some ways, they’re even more cruel than demons. Is it because humans are so capable of being cruel to their own species? Is it because humans are the most adaptable species?

“Sometimes in life, things we don’t understand shamelessly show up.”

Saxon nodded after hearing Kreis’s words. It was a nod of approval. When faced with things beyond his comprehension, Saxon had always been consistent in his approach.
Kreis wanted to see his consistency this time too.

* * *

“You knew we were coming. It couldn’t be magic detection, right? How did you do it?”

A white robe adorned with golden thread gleamed. The magic embedded in the thread itself was the wizard’s preparation.
Slaying a few knights with the spells embedded in his robes was no easy feat. At least, he believed so. He’d never tested it. He
simply felt it was natural, knowing the logic.
That’s why he felt it was more troublesome to kill the remaining chaff while leaving the star child standing before him. It was more troublesome to fight and keep the star child alive.
Their eyes crossed. Esther, the owner of the blue eyes, spoke.

“You’re right, you’re sensing magic.”
“You’ve expanded the detection range beyond the entire city to here?”

This was beyond my comprehension. The wizard frowned. At the same time, a burst of light erupted from his robes.
It was the sudden lunge of his apprentice and servant, who had been right behind him.
The wizard’s gaze shifted back. He saw a blade protruding from within his gray robes.

‘Where.’

A white light burst from the wizard’s robes, activating a protective spell. This spell had three effects.
First, it increased gravity within a three-step radius. Second, it was a reflection spell. If the victim was stabbed by a sword, it would create a sword of light and stab him in the back. If it was an arrow, it would be returned as an arrow.
Finally, the third was a light restoration spell. It would revive the caster unless they were fatally injured.
It was a world of spells modeled after divinity. He believed this protective spell would save his life at least three times.
And then, a two-handed dagger slashed through his carotid artery, connecting his face and torso, and past his cervical spine.

Squeak.

Even though the bone was cut, the sound was quiet. The dagger that sliced ​​through his neck wasn’t particularly fast, nor did it pierce through with a single sound.
Blood spurted out as his neck was severed, and his half-severed head dangled to the side.
No one would call a decapitated head a fatal wound. This was simply death. A moment of near-death. It was a single blow, a kiss from the god of death.
Saxen, disguised as a servant, clad in gray robes, had decapitated one of the Astrail mages with a single
blow. Kreis’s request was to decapitate a mage the moment they met. Taking advantage of his carelessness, Saxen struck first.
The skin dangling from his neck was thin. The severed head was heavy. The skin barely supporting it snapped, and the head fell to the floor. The body, spewing blood, tilted and collapsed.

Jing-jing-jing.

A light flickered from the fallen wizard’s robes, then went out. Spells exist only when caster casts them. Just now, a world of spells had ended.
Some of the servants blinked in disbelief. Something unimaginable had happened.
What was this? Suddenly, their master was dead. Their reality was shattered.

“They are the same.”

Esther waved her hand as she spoke. Following her gesture, a blade of slashing wind appeared. It was a creation spell imbuing Demueller’s scythe with the power of the frozen earth.

“The cold wind of the frozen land.”

At her call, magic flowed, connecting with the world of spells. The mysterious spell struck the remaining servants’ necks.
A few raised their staffs in protest, but they were useless. A shield of light, imbued with blazing heat, emerged, but it could not stop the blade of the frozen earth.

Stone, stone, stone.

Similar sounds rang out one after another, and the remaining servants all fell down with their necks or heads cut off.

“Well, I don’t think we’ve ever exchanged a word.”

Encred spoke, and Rem heard what he said.

“I guess I can talk to the guy who comes now.”

The Astrails were a group. They didn’t move alone. But for a group, they were also a pack without any binding force.
Esther knew there would definitely be someone who acted greedily first. Complacency? Actually, it wasn’t complacency at all.
Saxon was simply amazing. Saxon shook off his sword and stood beside Encred. The skill he had displayed just now was quite astonishing.
He adjusted the speed of his sword swing after seeing the enemy’s protective spell activate, dodged the reflected sword aimed at him, and adjusted his timing. He took advantage of the spell’s activation, the moment when the reflection didn’t repeat, and slashed, decapitating the opponent.
At first glance, it looked like a single slash, but upon closer inspection, it was three attacks in total. Naturally, only Encred, Rem, and Yongin noticed the attack.

‘Identify the shape of the order with your left hand.’

His right hand held the sword. Sachsen swung his left, figuring out how the protective barrier worked. He then swung his sword, controlling his reaction speed.
It was a simple task, but the results were shocking. Of course, that was from the opponent’s perspective.
Sachsen, breathless, stood beside Encred, his arms hanging limply. The dead wizard’s blood stained the floor crimson.
Behind him, a second wizard approached. He approached as if riding a black platter, hovering two spans above the ground.
From Encred’s perspective, he was directly in front of them. And to his right, a new wizard appeared.
This one was a woman. She wore a wide-brimmed hat, and thin snakes coiled around both arms.
Another wizard emerged from the left. He was less than half Encred’s height and wore a gleaming silver suit of armor.
All three were familiar with Esther.

“I guess all the men who were dumped by me have come.”

Esther made a joke, obviously meant for Encred to hear.

“There are women too?”

Encred took the word.

“It seems like all the people who were dumped by me have gathered here. The devilish witch, that’s me.”
“……Is it Rem, or Shinar, or did I misread something?”

Encred asked. None of the three.

“Why do you always trip me up? Are you arguing? Huh?”

Rem took out her sling and hung it on her shoulder. Esther simply spoke with a mixture of regret and gratitude.
She might be a cold-hearted witch, but she was human. Everyone makes mistakes. The moment
she spoke, she wished she could turn back time.
Encred saw no reason for Esther to feel sorry. From what he’d heard, everyone in this group called Astrail deserved to die.
They were star chasers.
Some of the wizards who had previously summoned demons from the Tower of Wisdom were part of this group.
They burned the continent for their experiments. They even started wars for their own ends.
Encred spoke with all his heart, each word utterly deserving.

“You wanted to emphasize that you’ve had many suitors, right? If you were jealous of my charm, I’d say it’s not a very flattering nickname.”

A blush appeared on the witch’s face, who used her coolness as her weapon.

“The devilish witch, that’s me.”

Rem followed her lead.

“She’s a devilish witch. Should I mobilize the Information Guild to spread the rumor?”

Saxony showed favor.

“That witch feels ashamed now.”

Yong-in read Esther’s mind.
These crazy kids seemed to connect so well only in moments like this.
One would babble and tease, another would repeat his own words and snicker. Another would feign favor by spreading rumors, and another would casually discuss shame.
Esther, her cheeks slightly flushed, addressed the three wizards who approached her.

“I am here.”

That meant the witch they’d been hoping for was here. They were just trying to get past the teasing, but were they just crazy for no reason?

“The devilish witch, that’s her.”
“Here she is.”
“It’s not a pleasant nickname, but if you want, I guess it’s right for me to call you that.”
“It’s embarrassing. It’s utterly embarrassing. I think you’re muttering those words to yourself.”

The order is Rem, Saxon, Encred, and Yongin.
Ah, should I just kill them all?
Esther was simply considering including them within her spell’s scope. There’s no sense of crisis. Why, you ask?

“If any of you three are busy saving people, please tell me.”

It must be because of this man.
Encred spoke, making eye contact with the three of them.
Only Esther knew this: Encred kills spells. Most spells don’t work on him.
Saxon took a few more steps back.
Dirt splattered from the ground where he had been, and four snakes the size of fingers poked their heads out.

“Are you avoiding it?”

The witch on the right smiled broadly as she spoke. She was so adept at conjuring snakes that she had used them to create a magical world.
Furthermore, she had even transplanted the blood of Medusa, said to live in a demonic realm, into her own body. Her smile was tinged with madness.

“Do you care about them? Then I will spare their lives, so follow me.”

The wizard riding the disc in front spoke. His specialty was black magic. He shaped black iron dust and combined it with spells. He
wasn’t an easy opponent.
Finally, the short wizard born with the Heavenly Penalty was also exceptionally skilled.
Encred leaped forward. Esther gestured to the right, and Rem turned to the side.
Every movement was simultaneous.
How could a wizard possibly visualize a knight’s movements?
That’s why they were fully prepared. However, their preparations were simply a little inadequate. Or, to be precise, they underestimated the mad knights of the Border Guard.
A black iron wall formed in front of Encred, enveloping him.

“Sleep in the black coffin!”

The wizard shouted. Silence. The wizard, having reached the level of Tacitus, resolved and uttered the opening words. Encred’s charge had overwhelmed and surprised him.
Even though he had prepared for this, it was still the case.
Encred saw the wall enveloping him and accelerated once more. The spell couldn’t keep up with him. Yong-in’s eyes filled with interest.

‘A waterway that has never been shown before.’

A technique never seen before in previous sparring sessions emerged. More than the technique itself, the spark of human intent was what drew my interest. Yong-in stopped watching and started stamping his feet.

thud.

With that, the snake that had been stalking my feet died completely underground. It was a technique that manipulated and radiated Will. It had been over two weeks since I woke up.
Yong-in was slowly reawakening forgotten skills and abilities.
Encred’s Dawn, which had escaped the realm of spells with double acceleration, cut through the spell.
The prepared spell, a series of pitch-black masses flying in, was cut like tangled wool. The spell, which was supposed to explode and spray lethal dust into the respiratory system, failed to activate.
The phrase “killing spells” was a fitting description.