Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 912

912. Face it through the road

“We should also step forward.”

At Teresa’s words, Audin put his hand on her shoulder.

“Not yet, Sister.”
“I’ve recovered somewhat.”

Even now, they were guarding this area, emitting divine energy. If either Audin or Teresa were to be lost, all sorts of problems would arise.
The Southern Army would be in turmoil, and ghouls, demons, and monsters would swarm the area.
Was it time to brave all that and leave? Should those remaining here also risk their lives and rush out immediately?
Audin thought no.

“Brother Savage, Brother Gilchi, Sister Fairy, and Sister Shinnae are all still fine.”
“But.”

Before I knew it, Pell and Lawford were standing beside me. Ingis placed the dead Frock on one side and limped over.

“I will step forward if necessary.”

Luagarne shook her head internally. Not a single one of them was in good health.
Everyone was seriously injured. While Audin and Teresa appeared the most intact, they were actually the biggest problem.
Audin and Teresa had poured all their divine power into the relics, imbuing them with power. They had been doing so all along.
Do they have any divine power left? Do they have enough to wield it freely?

‘It’s not a fight where you can just get involved with your body and no divinity.’

She thought so, but didn’t say anything. She was fully prepared to barge in with a whip and a sword if necessary. So there was no way to stop them.
Audin looked around at everyone and opened his mouth.

“I’ll act when the time comes. Not now.”

Teresa quietly recited the lyrics. It was a hymn of blessing.
If they were pushed back, everyone, including Audin, would rush forward, risking their lives.
What could a mortal do against an immortal who lives endlessly?
Audin knew the answer to this question.
Anything, any way.
Was that Cypress’s nickname?

‘Our leader brother is like that too.’

In a battlefield of death and destruction, leaving the enemy behind, at that moment when only death awaited, he created a wall with his momentum, halting the fighting. He slew the demons who were trying to devour the fairy city, and even cut down forbidden magic.
He who had even slain the Balrog, the demon of strife, stood before me, sword in hand, ready to fight. Alongside him were those who could rightly be called madmen.

* * *

Rem hadn’t expected perfect harmony between these strangers. Instead, she watched the knight named Lien fight earlier.

‘Specialized in close combat, fighting against small groups.’

The fighting style was completely different from that of Seugi, who was to replace Audyn.

‘That bear guy.’

It wasn’t there when I really needed it. I wasn’t blaming anyone for that. If it wasn’t there, I’d just pretend it wasn’t there.
We’d discussed breaking through the 10,000-strong phantom, but the formation we had back then wasn’t necessary.

‘The enemy is a minority.’

Compared to the ten thousand ghosts, yes. Instead, they were the elite of the elite.
At the Emperor’s beckoning, even the knights who had died from Cypress rose. The number blocking their path was close to fifty.
Lightning struck overhead, and the Emperor wouldn’t just stand by and watch. To
Rem, the haze hovering over the shoulders of those who had died and come back to life looked like a conglomeration of insects. It must be the devil’s work.
Whatever it was, his task was clear. Open the path. That was all the Captain wanted.

“Gilchiya, you’re in the middle.”
“You don’t have to say anything, it’ll happen.”

Ragnar was in the center. Rem stood to his left, and Dunbakel to his right.

“I am?”

Lien asked. Rem answered without even looking at him.

“I’ll spill it moderately, and you’ll be given just enough time to strike a blow. You’ll have to pick it up cleanly and thoroughly, knowing that you’re a fairy whose life goal is to be engaged.”
“Is that the explanation?”

Lien grumbled, but nodded. Instead of understanding the entire strategy, he recognized only one certainty.

‘blow.’

The idea was that throughout the fight, there would only be room for a single punch or kick. This meant that concentration had to be maintained at all times.

“It’s not that difficult.”

The fairy spoke with sincerity. She sensed what Rem was trying to do. They had spent many years together, shoulder to shoulder, fighting each other.
Encred even occasionally encouraged Rem to form small tactical formations.

“Why are you ordering me to do this?”
“It’s fun.”

It’s not just simple sparring, but they work together to achieve something new. Encred is someone who finds the process itself fascinating. In short, he’s a madman who enjoys the process itself.
These are the brief thoughts that simultaneously pass through Rem and Shinar’s minds.

“If you miss, block it with your body. If you understand, nod your head.”

Rem finished speaking. Lien found it refreshing to see people treating her this way.

“You don’t know who I am, do you? I am Lien in the Red Cloak.”
“Nod.”

Even before the fight, Rem showed a knack for provoking her allies. She was truly a master of her craft.
Lien didn’t care about trivial matters. He was clearing a path for his Master. To achieve this, he would do whatever it took.
This was for the person who had nurtured him since childhood and brought him to where he is today. He was willing to risk his life if necessary.
Was the standoff prolonged? Not really, but with a crack, lightning streaked across the sky, drawing pure white streaks. It seemed to be a gesture inviting them to rush in and fight.

“let’s go.”

Rem’s words were quick, and they took action immediately, so the fight soon began again.

‘Soul of the Beast.’

Rem summoned the spirits, dividing them into his body and his axe. He absorbed the spirits of over ten beasts, including bears, leopards, and wolves, into his entire body. Rem’s axe trembled.

“Did you take your medicine?”

Ragna glanced back as he ran and said.

“Shut up and do what you have to do.”

Rem replied with a smile. Ragna, who was speaking, was also running, his whole body trembling. He, too, was tearing down the dam that had held back Will’s flow.
A soft crimson glow lingered in the sunrise. The heat on his sword seemed to transform into light.
Lien’s heart pounded just from seeing the momentum of the two men before her.

‘Did you hide your skills in the meantime?’

Although he didn’t pour out everything he had, it was a change that was admirable just to see.

“Shinnaeya. If you push me, I’ll leave you behind.”

Rem spoke and ran out. Ragna, standing in the center, matched his pace.

“As long as I don’t get pushed around, it’ll be fine.”

Dunbakel answered.

Kkwarung!

As if waiting, lightning struck the galloping Ragnar. Ragnar’s sunrise met the lightning. At the same time, Will exploded within him. It was a point explosion.
Not once, but in succession. The moment the lightning ripped through, his body vanished forward.
Red and black streaks connected. Ragnar ran like a single line, slashing, tearing, and bursting everything he encountered.
Running beside him, Rem couldn’t even hope to be pushed.
He had been imbued with the spirit of a beast, doubling his natural strength and agility. He ran at a similar pace to Ragnar’s left flank.
His axe did the same thing as the sunrise. No, it did even worse. When he interrupted the fight, he would throw it, blasting one of the Faceless Knight’s skulls before returning to his hand. It was a feat of sorcery.
Dunbakel found it difficult to match the two. Instead, she used the two legs they lacked.

‘He hits and comes back.’

She leaped forward, kicking the ground, striking and returning. While Rem hurled her axe, Dunbakel threw herself. She
did so with brutal muscle-straining. She wielded a broken scimitar in her right hand, her left with her claws raised. Her swings and caresses were heavy, swift, and concise.
Like a heavy cannonball, she advanced, ripped, shattered, and returned. It was a living, moving cannonball, capable of cutting.

Bang, bang! Thud! Boom!

Their movements were matched by a series of loud roars and explosions, rumbling through the air. These three resembled high-speed siege weapons. Their power shattered the walls, constructed of black iron plates.
Flesh splattered in their wake, and blood, turning from crimson to black, gushed out.
But that didn’t mean they missed. Their weapons were deliberately swung with great force. As a result, many were scattered left and right, spilling blood.
Lien and Shinar were in charge. Shinar’s sword had transformed into a needle, an awl.
She simply seized an opening, stabbing and withdrawing. With that, she killed the spills of those ahead. Every time she extended her sword, the scent of grass wafted through her. She wasted no time in expending her vital energy.
Lien was no different. He tore apart her will and scattered it across her body.

‘condensation.’

The fragments are condensed Will. Each time he detonates and consumes the fragments, he becomes faster and stronger than usual. Among the Will’s transformations, “Iron Fragmentation” is Lien’s unique skill, a clearly high-level one.
The fragments of the shattered Will swirl around his entire body. Lien struck the Minotaur in the stomach with the axe handle that fell downwards.

Liar!

Will exploded, and so did the creature’s body.
Lien’s unique technique, while a masterful one, had clear limitations. When he killed the bull-headed monster, his internal organs trembled, gurgling, and blood surged up his throat. Lien gulped.
The master had said that to perfect this technique, his body must first become several times stronger than it was now. Not just on the outside, but inside as well.

‘I know, but it’s not easy.’

I know it won’t happen overnight, so I’m just blowing everything up in the moment.

“ha ha ha!”

Lien burst into laughter, her mouth bright red.
She could see the path the five had blasted through. They’d killed everyone, leaving only three of the Faceless Knights alive. Encred and Cypress dashed forward through the breach.
An iron whip flew overhead, leaving a hazy afterimage. The attack was a blur even in the knight’s body vision.
Encred and Cypress each swung their weapons overhead. Their stances were mirror-like, but their directions were reversed.
Encred’s sword was pointed upward to the left, while Cypress’s was pointed upward to the right.

Liar!

The sound was late. A shard of iron clanged where the two had been. The Emperor’s weapon was a medium- to long-range weapon, and its speed and power were undeniable, but there was a gap.

‘Blocking it gives you time until the next attack.’

Perhaps Cypress saw what Encred saw.
He must have placed those who would continue to live even after death in the middle to fill that gap.
Just as the iron shards were rippling, and he was about to cling to the Emperor’s side, the three remaining men rushed forward as escorts.

‘I.’

Encred turned toward the three. He stabbed with the Dawn in his right hand, and with his left, he drew and swung Penna. With a split-second decision, he turned to the left for a split second before continuing his attack.

Bubbeok!

As the three were being sliced, stabbed, and slashed, Cypress’s resolve struck the Emperor’s head.

Thud!

No, it was blocked by his forearm.

“Stop, enemy knight.”

The Great Emperor spoke and moved his foot. Cypress drew back his resolve and swung it downward, blocking his kick.

Liar!

The condensed air burst, sending a shockwave through the surroundings. Encred took advantage of the exchange of fire and defense to stab Dawn.
The slash, seizing the momentary opening, failed to achieve its intended purpose. More precisely, Encred, halfway through his charge, reversed his body and swung his sword.

bang!

The Emperor’s weapon, the iron shard, flew at him as if it were alive, aiming for the back of his head.
He blocked it, parried it, and leaped to the side, while Cypress dodged in the opposite direction.
Blood dripped from Encred’s grip, which held the Dawn. His jaw was slightly torn as he parried and deflected the iron shard. Even
with the knight’s palm, and even Will’s protection, it was still this bad. A direct hit from the iron shard would have crushed his skull, of course.

“There was a corner of me that believed in it.”

Cypress said.

“You too, don’t understand the words of domination. You’re a pain in the ass. You’re truly a pain in the ass.”

The Great Emperor muttered and took a step back, leaving the knights flanking him. The ground beneath his feet rose with each step.

“Do it.”

At those words, the dead rise again. It’s time for everyone, including Rem, to persevere.
Meanwhile, they must kill the Great Emperor.

-I guess I should give those fools a present.

Behind the Emperor, the devil, shaped like a hawk, also moved his mouth.