Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 842

842. Natural enemy

Rem watched as a short wizard coming from the left gained distance and circled to the side.
He moved as if to surround them. Rem followed suit, stepping aside as if to block their path. The wizard then widened the distance, intending to distance himself from the group. Rem, knowing this, complied.
The wizard, clad in silver armor, specialized in unleashing invisible spells.
His nickname was “Invisible Death.”
The wizard positioned himself, measured the distance, and targeted Rem’s ankle with a spell called the Invisible Hand. A swordsman’s strength is halved when his feet are tied. It was a common tactic.
No matter how inexperienced or arrogant they were, they knew how to fight.
The problem was that their opponents were masters of combat, far beyond the level of experts.
Rem lifted her left foot. An invisible hand swept across the spot where her foot had been.
The ground cracked open, sending up a spurt of dirt. Rem chuckled.
This kid’s acting like a jerk, is
n’t he? It could be said that this was a smile.
Even the wizard’s eyes saw the face of a savage.

‘Are you laughing?’

He’s smiling now, but soon he’ll be crying tears and snot.
The distance was perfect. About fifteen paces. Silence, the wizard, who had reached the level of Tacitus, silently cast a spell. He did so. He
made a hand sign with both hands and snapped his fingers. This time, it was an invisible arrow.

Sigh.

With a slicing sound, something sharp flew towards them.
Interestingly, Rem had been practicing sorcery since childhood, making her quite adept at dealing with “invisible things.”
Her combat experience, perhaps even more so than Saxon’s, was immense. Rem raised her axe and swung it.

pop-

The air bursts, and the invisible arrow shatters. Fragments of the shattered spell disappear. The wizard adds another trick to the mix.
The shattered fragments fly back towards Rem.

‘A spell made with the expectation of being blocked.’

The wizard is sinister. He enjoys attacking with two or three twists. He learned this from Esther.
Rem’s arms moved busily.

Hoooooow, thud thud.

The rapid swing of his axe seemed to create a protective shield in front of his body. The arrow fragments shattered and scattered upon impact.
The wizard quirked an eyebrow inside his helmet. ”
He’s blocking this? Quick hands,
that’s what he thought.
” Rem thought, thinking that this kid was really good at something out of the ordinary.

“If you need help, please let me know.”

Saxon spoke from behind Rem. Saxon’s specialty was grasping things with his senses. That’s why he said it. Of course, if you look closely, it was more of a mockery.
Saying something like that to Rem was, well, mockery.

“If you join in, I’ll split your head nicely too.”
“I think I’m better at splitting it nicely. If you need help with that, just let me know.”

Rem said with her usual smile.

“I am the man who can split a person’s head most beautifully.”

It was a tone of voice that brought to mind what Esther had said earlier.
After this fight, Esther might seriously curse Rem.

“as you please.”

Saxon spoke and retreated. He had no intention of helping in the first place. He became a bystander. He had started it, but after that, he had nowhere to interfere.

“These?”

The wizard, trapped in silver armor, chanted a spell in a fit of rage. His strategy was simple: I would keep as close as I could, then attack with invisible hands, arrows, and blades. In other words, I would stall for time without giving them any distance.
The armor I wore was also there to protect me. He then began to chant a new spell.

‘Buying time.’

Rem watched his opponent quietly, admiring his tricks.

‘Are you preparing a big room?’

It’s not hard to understand. Are you saying that wizards always attack with twisted attacks? No, there’s nothing tactically wrong with this.

‘It’s better than that annoying traditional swordsmanship.’

Isn’t this much more straightforward?
It was a tangled web of annoying tactics, exploiting Encred’s deceptive black psychology and reactions.
So, after sparring with Encred, encountering someone like him felt incredibly relieved.
Rem narrowed her eyes. Looking closely at the armor, she could vaguely see something covering its exterior.

‘It must be something like a protective spell.’

Just as Ragna learned from observing the spell killing, Rem also learned from observing.
He spun the sling. With a whirlwind of breath, a rapidly spinning disc appeared above his head.
He casted a strength-boosting spell called the Heart of the Beast. Then, drawing on that power, he spun his arm around the axis with all his might, and in an instant, he was ready. Rem unleashed the projectile. Using his arm as a whip, he stretched out his arm, feeling the sling’s rotation with his senses. A round projectile, contained in a leather bag, flew.

Liar!

A popping sound follows.

bang!

The projectile Rem fired shattered the air, shattering the magic prepared by the silver-armored wizard.
Silvery water flowed over his armor. Whatever the effect, something was definitely broken. At the same time, the spell he was preparing was disrupted.

“…What?”
“What? You thought being out of reach gave you the advantage? Idiot, that’s exactly what you are.”

Rem taunted her opponent with a tongue-in-cheek joke, finding amusement in the words. The silver-armored wizard fired a
barrage of invisible arrows. They rained down like a downpour. Rem dodged them by dodging them sideways.
It wasn’t difficult. Aside from the invisibility, the projectiles weren’t more than a hundred. In a real battlefield, arrows flew in the hundreds. Dodging them was easier.
If they weren’t destroyed, they wouldn’t scatter into fragments.
The wizard kept throwing invisible barriers, bars, and even a fireball, but Rem dodged what she could and intercepted most of them mid-air.

Boom, boom, boom!

A series of loud noises erupted. The projectiles imbued with magic suppressed the spell itself. They contained a spell that dispersed magical energy.
The projectiles now being launched contained the power to stop and suppress whatever was hidden within the spell.
The wizard was in danger. He attempted to chant the incantation of the Golden Word to kill his opponent.
All of this required time.

“What? Can’t you hear? What are you saying?”

The opponent didn’t give him a chance. The silver-armored wizard was focused on blocking. And then, before he knew it, the opponent disappeared.

“Hey, did you think we were only this far apart?”

A voice came from right behind him. The wizard’s hair stood on end.
It was perfect timing. The projectile he’d just thrown had completely drained the spells he’d cast on his armor.
Even so, he could have cast new defensive spells in the space of a couple of breaths.
Several spells had been inspired by the turtle’s ability to hide in its shell. He was confident he could hold on, even if he couldn’t do anything about it right away. The creature had taken advantage of that gap and swung its axe.
All the wizard could see was a gray line.
Rem swung the axe and decapitated the wizard. He pulled his left foot out and turned his waist. The axe, now imbued with sorcery, was now swung with power.

Kwajik!

The axe blade, slamming through the armor, fulfilled its purpose. It struck the enemy’s neck.
With a thud, the head, helmet and all, fell from the air.
For Rem, this was a natural outcome. He had been skilled at hunting since childhood, and even now, when competing with Encred, he had been using tactics that exploited the momentary gaps in his battles.
Slicing the mage’s neck during a defensive spell’s pause was a breeze.
Sachsen was inwardly impressed by Rem’s maneuver.

‘He is the natural enemy of those who cast spells.’

Of course, there were men worse than that savage.

“Why isn’t it working!”

The Black Magician shouted, coughing up blood. He flung his black tray, swung his blade, and created a coffin to bury his opponent. And Encred cut through all of those spells. The moment they touched his dawn, the spells ceased to have any effect.
Spell killing.
Even Ragna, with his innate talent, couldn’t immediately replicate it, and even Rem, with his mastery of sorcery, couldn’t apply it.
Encred sensed the flow of magical energy and cut and slashed. Even
Saxon, who taught the art of sensing, couldn’t, but Encred performed it effortlessly.
It was only natural, since virtually no one could experience the countless slashes and deaths of the Walking Fire spell, a savagery of incantation.
To the uninitiated, it felt like a glimpse into Encred’s hidden talent.
If Encred was delighted that he couldn’t measure the dragon Temares’s abilities, his opponent felt the opposite. The Black Magician was terrified.

‘It doesn’t work.’

He cuts off all the spells he uses. He then closes the distance with a very calm step.
Encred didn’t intend to frighten his opponent. He just…

‘That’s fun.’

The act of casting spells was simply fascinating.
Furthermore, the opponent tirelessly recited the Black Monster spell, endlessly. Black iron dust clumped together, transforming into a humanoid form. The size, sword in hand, and posture were similar to his own.

“It’s your clone.”

The black magician spoke, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Encred even cut him off.
No matter what he tried to imitate, he couldn’t replicate the Will within him. The black magician’s eyes, warped by the acceleration of the point, couldn’t even see it.

Zzeng!

The Black Knight split in two and scattered into dust.
This wasn’t a fight to be fought long.
Encred’s swordsmanship literally slays spells. Therefore, he is the true nemesis of magicians.

“There can’t be a kid like this.”

The Black Mage died with those words. Before Encred could even swing his sword, he unleashed a barrage of spells, his entire body twisting grotesquely as he collapsed.
This was the result of a surge of magical energy destroying a portion of the magical realm.
His forearms were twisted outward, his calf muscles torn, his ankles twisted, and his toes pointed backward. Dark red blood flowed profusely from every orifice on his face.
Using and releasing magical energy until he died? This, too, was a consequence of inexperience. He had little experience in full-scale combat. Therefore, he had pushed himself beyond his limits, and ended up like this.
This was an experience he wouldn’t have had when fighting someone relatively weaker.
Of course, he couldn’t have known how this process would work.

“You’re suddenly dying alone?”

Encred simply tilted his head.
Esther spoke as she heard the sound of the fight ending on one side.

“Let’s finish it too.”

Even Esther had never seen a witch who could manipulate snakes before. Was that a problem? It wasn’t. She
transformed parts of her body into snakes and fed them magical power, dispersing the beasts.
Esther took out her Bonehead after a long time. It was originally a flash golem, but now it was more accurate to call it a guardian.
She wore pitch-black armor over it, and in each hand she wielded a short, blunt-tipped mace.

“Fight.”

Bonehead crushed and crushed the snake’s head. The witch then twisted her arms to summon a large serpent.
The serpent attempted to devour Bonehead, but Esther sliced ​​it lengthwise with Demueller’s Scythe.
While it might seem like a mismatch, the witch felt the difference in skill when facing Esther.

‘The quality of magic is different.’

Is this the child of the stars?
I even wondered. Of course, Esther’s skills are the result of her hard work. Being a child of the stars simply means being born with a talent brimming with magical powers.

“shit.”

The witch retreated quickly. She didn’t want to die here. She hid behind the one who had dragged her into Astrail.
A wizard named Penadex. He appeared before her, looking around at the three dead wizards. He was cornered. He had a choice to make.
Should he die like this? Or run? Could he escape? It wouldn’t work. Esther, the child who embraced the stars, had grown beyond recognition.
Penadex could see the aura within Esther. Rumors of a curse aside, it was incomparable to anything he’d seen before. The world of spells had expanded to a dizzying degree.

‘I lost.’

But he was a wizard. He was a deceiver of the world. He looked around the room and said.

“Do you know what lies beyond the South?”

He asked the question, pouring all his magic into it. Even if he survived, his ego would be different from before. Still, it was better than death.

‘Eat the star child.’

He must seek new truths.
He chose them, he summoned them.

“What is there?”

As Rem approached and asked again, the wizard’s eyes turned pitch black.

“Ugh.”

With a groan, the creature arched its back. A crunching sound accompanied the sound of muscles tearing and bones clinking against each other.
Was it going to die on its own like before? Encred pondered that for a moment.

“You’re crazy.”

Esther saw the flow of magic and realized what the author had done.

“Greed, desire, swallowing. My heart is full of such things.”

These were the words of Yong-in, who read the other person’s feelings.
Encred stopped watching and immediately swung his sword. He stepped away and swung his sword. It was Oara’s sword. He closed the distance in an instant and struck down.

earth!

A black palm blocked the blade of dawn. The hand was larger than a giant’s, large enough to easily grasp a human face.
The black arm sprouted from the wizard’s shoulder blade, piercing flesh with the speed of a knight’s sword.

‘hmm?’

Encred saw dark veins rising up the arm that blocked my sword, and he applied more force. So he applied more force.

Splash.

The black leather that was holding up is cut and slashed.

“I am the one in the Demon Realm, Kkaaaak!”

The wizard risked his life to summon a demonic servant, but as soon as the servant emerged, his arm was cut off and he screamed.