Eternally Regressing Knight Novel - Chapter 861
Chapter 861: Chapter 859 – Somehow, It’ll Work Out
Chapter 859 – Somehow, It’ll Work Out
It was a day when the rain drizzled down.
The cold rain chilled the body, and a foul stench pierced the nose.
And there were dozens of people trembling violently with anxiety.
A land where the granaries were built of stone and the people’s homes were built of mere planks.
This was the reality of the farming villages that fed the city.
Fertile land, the land of okto.
What words would best describe the place?
Bloody Meal, grain soaked in blood.
Inside the city, the sun did not shine well because of the big walls.
Farmland could not be placed in the city.
Therefore, farming villages were built a short distance from the city, with stone granaries to protect against attacks from monsters and magical beasts.
Farmers risked their lives to go outside and farm.
The grain was protected by stone walls, while the people died protecting their homes.
This was how the city functioned.
Was this something to be accepted, given that there was a limit to the population a city could support?
The Enkrid of the past could not.
He had been on his way to escort a noblewoman when he was held up.
“This is all we have.”
He was an old man whose fingertips were black from a lifetime of tilling the soil.
His stooped back showed no sign of straightening.
His bowed head did not lift.
The wooden fence around the village, the rain falling upon it, and the people who lived there.
The keys to the stone granary were held by soldiers, and the lord who was supposed to protect the city protected ‘only’ the city.
The farmers, driven outside, could not abandon their land, knowing they would become paupers if they gave up this year’s harvest.
They pooled their assets and hired mercenaries.
It was a common story one could hear anywhere.
Insufficient wealth and blood-soaked grain.
People struggling to survive.
A ruler who turned a blind eye.
The heirlooms the stooped old man brought were nothing more than a copper ring and a crude glass craft.
Enkrid had a good eye for things and considerable experience as a noble’s escort, so he knew the value of the items.
‘Not even worth a single gold coin.’
It was a pathetic sum for hiring a mercenary band.
That was one of the reasons they had stopped him.
“Please, help us,” the old man said.
Enkrid took only the copper ring.
“I am alone, so this is enough.”
One of the young men watching glared with hostile eyes.
His rain-soaked hair was plastered to his cheek.
The rain fell ceaselessly.
“We can defend it ourselves.”
“Don’t be stupid, we can’t do it without a swordsman.”
It was an argument between the old man and a younger man, at least twenty years his junior.
This land had been lucky.
There had been a few beast invasions, but they had repelled them without issue.
It wasn’t that no one had died, but they had never tasted true despair.
“You bastard Tom, I’ll get revenge,” a man muttered, spitting on the ground.
His eyes were quite murderous.
Enkrid looked around at the gathered people and kept his mouth shut.
This was a group that wouldn’t change even with a good commander.
To be honest, he had his own hands full.
The option to ignore the village existed, but he didn’t take it.
Through the rain falling at the end of summer, a pack of magical beasts poked their heads out.
It was mainly wolves and foxes.
The pack did not aim for the stone granary.
They were aiming for the humans.
Poorly armed humans made for easy prey.
“…There are too many.”
One of the young men muttered, and Enkrid inwardly nodded.
There were over twenty starved magical beasts.
But were they supposed to just die?
All the men who could fight, excluding the women and children, had gathered.
He shouted for them to fight back-to-back, and even as his leg was bitten, he smashed a fox’s skull with a mace.
Even then, he had never neglected his daily training, so his physical strength was exceptional.
But this was not a crisis that could be overcome just by being a little stronger than others.
He was on the verge of becoming beast excrement along with the rest of the village.
He was holding on, limping with bitten limbs, thrusting his sword and swinging his mace.
“This one’s a crazy bastard.”
It was a mercenary band.
The man at their head had spoken.
“This rain is fucking biblical,” said the mercenary captain.
He spoke again and swung his sword.
To the Enkrid of that time, he was a man of considerable skill.
With a single swing, the pouncing fox beast yelped and retreated.
Others followed behind him.
They were fifteen armed warriors, all far more skilled than Enkrid.
“What, did someone offer up their daughter for you to go this far or something?” one of the mercenaries said cheerfully.
He was asking why they were putting up such a desperate fight.
The crisis had passed, and their lives were not over.
“No, really, you’re not even that skilled. What were you thinking?” the mercenary captain asked again.
“I just couldn’t leave them.”
“…You’re a new kind of crazy bastard.”
After this incident, Enkrid joined the mercenary band and learned a great deal.
He wasn’t someone Enkrid would call his first master, but he was the man who had taken him in and looked after him.
“You should put down the sword. That’s the right call. If you absolutely can’t, then hang around noblewomen.”
Had he given that advice, too?
The memory of that rainy day overlapped with the present.
Enkrid looked at the man from his memory.
“…Tim?”
“Shit, who the hell is that? My name is Bunion.”
“Ah, right.”
Enkrid nodded.
Bunion.
That was his name.
“If you don’t remember, just don’t say anything. Why try a different name?” Ropord muttered.
“He was always like that. What are you asking for when you already know?”
Fel retorted.
Ropord had been more on edge than usual since arriving here.
His words were a result of that influence.
Perhaps this front was where he was originally meant to be.
Life is a series of coincidences; you never know what will change and how.
The choices between birth and death had a way of changing many things.
“Weren’t they close enough?”
Enkrid tilted his head, having heard Ropord’s mumbling.
Bunion stared straight ahead and smiled, ignoring the strange remarks.
He, too, had a knack for such nonsense.
“I never would have thought. You, the commander of The Madmen Knights? Then again, you were always destined for great things.”
Bunion said, wrinkling his nose.
It was a habit of his when he smiled.
The dark circles under his eyes and the heavy fatigue in his body were plain to see, but he smiled.
“Didn’t you once tell me to quit being a swordsman?”
“I did? When?” Bunion shrugged his shoulders as if wronged.
Enkrid smirked and held out his hand.
This shamelessness was Bunion’s signature.
The two clasped hands.
“I’m so glad to see you I could cry.”
“Your face says otherwise.”
“Yeah, well, my pride won’t allow me to cry over a man.”
It was an informal attitude.
Bunion was a squad leader in charge of ten soldiers.
The units on the Southern Front rotated, but some units remained here permanently.
Bunion belonged to one such unit.
Naturally, Bunion took on the role of guide.
He told them about the locations of the tents and the current situation.
After listening, Enkrid asked,
“How did you end up staying here?”
“Because someone has to do it. I’m just the one doing it.”
It was a veneer.
There were more words hidden beneath, but he didn’t seem inclined to say them now.
Just as when they first met, this man was soft for someone who made a living by the sword on the continent.
Which is why he had taken in and cared for the past Enkrid.
“You came to help us, right? Enkrid. Then please, help us. Lend a hand in defending this land.”
Kindness, grace.
It wouldn’t be wrong to say they were connected by such things.
Mercenary Captain Bunion had saved Enkrid’s life and taught him many things.
Even his way of making shameless jokes was learned from Bunion.
“Don’t worry.”
Kindness goes around.
Those who give will one day receive.
Bunion had been surprised to hear the name of the commander of The Madmen Knights, and today he saw him.
‘Will the situation change just because one knightly order has joined?’
What if they charge past the Southern Front?
Should they engage in a full-scale battle?
It was difficult.
Truly difficult.
One of Lihin-Stetten’s trump cards was an anti-personnel ballista.
It was a modified weapon, and each bolt it fired at people was thicker than a wooden spear.
‘It’s hard for even a knight to break through.’
Its weakness was that it could only be used from a fixed position, but the terrain from here to the southern army’s position was full of narrow passages and hills.
To break through head-on, they would have to climb hills and pass through narrow terrain while enduring attacks from ballistae that were thicker than throwing spears and faster than arrows.
In other words, it wasn’t easy.
‘What if we go around?’
A small number of knights could probably break through and return, but would the southern knights be idle in the meantime? It was bleak.
Bunion knew this.
He knew that even with a knightly order joining, not much would change.
And how were they supposed to deal with the monsters known as griffon riders?
“Somehow, it’ll work out.”
Enkrid said.
He had heard the situation.
There was no immediate answer.
Still, he said it.
The interesting thing was that at those words, Bunion’s cheeks, eyes, and fingers trembled.
“…Have you met Sir Cypress?” Bunion asked.
“No, not yet.”
Enkrid gave a slight shake of his head.
What was the commander of the Southern Front thinking?
He didn’t know.
Nor did he care why he hadn’t shown his face.
He had met Krang and determined what needed to be done.
For Enkrid, that was enough.
“Really? That’s strange,” Bunion said.
Enkrid didn’t know it, but “Somehow, it’ll work out,” was Cypress’s catchphrase.
‘He doesn’t know how to give up.’
One who shines even in despair.
Such was the knight who protected this land.
Most of the soldiers defending the South were like Bunion.
This was a land where it was difficult to remain without an extraordinary sense of duty.
If it rained, Drowned Ones emerged in droves, monsters frequently swarmed, and Lihin-Stetten’s army attacked amidst the chaos.
Recently, the griffon riders and the weakening of the holy relics had overlapped, making for the worst days yet.
And yet, there were no deserters.
Those who remained on the battlefield did not turn away from their duties even in this situation.
They went on guard duty while limping, and fought while wrapped in bandages.
The holy relics aren’t working?
Then they just had to grit their teeth and fight harder.
The enemy throws things from out of reach?
Then they just had to hunker down and endure until an opportunity came.
While doing so, they also protected those who had joined them to fight for the South.
This was a group that didn’t know how to give up on anything.
***
“May we take a look inside?”
Audin and Theresa found the tent where the priests were staying.
The smell of death emanated from around the tent.
Amidst the fishy smell of the Demon Realm’s rain, the unique scent of dying people wafted.
As a monk, Audin had met many such people.
The musty, urinous smell; the scent that comes from the dying.
This tent was now filled with it.
In response to the giant man’s question, a soldier tensed his stomach and answered.
“Who did you say you were?”
The soldier’s mind was slow.
The headaches and the Demon Realm’s rain had clouded his head.
His cognitive and thinking abilities were less than half of what they normally were.
He simply focused on his duty.
In reality, if he didn’t, he was liable to be easily possessed by a spirit.
“A servant of the God of War.”
The soldier hesitated.
The people in the tent were dying anyway.
It wouldn’t be a problem to let anyone in.
Moreover, the person was a priest.
But his mission was to protect them.
Audin could have forced his way in, but he didn’t.
He respected these men.
“This is the middle of the camp. Pointing your spear will be sufficient if I do something wrong.”
In the first place, if he wasn’t an ally, he couldn’t have come this far.
And the priests in the tent behind him were beyond hope.
So the soldier could just step aside, but he wouldn’t readily give way.
“Let them pass.”
A voice came from behind Audin.
It was Rapild.
He was senior to the guard on duty.
He had been on his way to get some sleep.
He had been looking for the followers of the War God.
It wasn’t hard to find them.
Their builds were enormous, after all.
Besides, the two of them were in front of his benefactor’s tent.
“Senior Private Rapild.”
“I said, step aside.”
He spoke and pushed the soldier to the side.
The soldier guarding the tent blinked his clouded eyes and stepped away.
“Are you going in? If you enter carelessly, you could catch the sickness,” Rapild said.
His wish had been the same from the beginning.
The people suffering in that tent were too righteous to die here.
Even without the rain, this land wore people down.
So he simply wished they could be taken to the city, to a safe place.
“Yes, it is alright, brother with the sad face.”
As Audin spoke, Rapild’s brow furrowed and then relaxed.
“A strange title.”
The soldier moved aside, and Rapild pulled back the tent flap.
Audin bowed his head in thanks and stepped inside.
He saw people lying amidst the stench of urine and rot.
There were ten of them; the order of priests was gathered in the small tent.
Beside them were bowls of water and dry cloths.
Traces of care, even in this situation.
“They will die if left alone,” Rapild said from behind.
To be more honest, they could die at any moment.
Still, if it was possible, if even one could be saved.
Contrary to his hopes, the words that came out of his mouth were realistic.
“If you cannot save them, at least recite a prayer for their rest.”
Rapild’s voice was choked with tears.
The self-loathing of being unable to do anything for his benefactor weighed down his entire body, and he could only search for God inwardly.
‘O, Lord. If you would grant my wish, please.’
Save them.
‘If you save them, I will worship and serve you for the rest of my life.’
It was a prayer that wagered his faith, his life, his tomorrow, his everything.
The prayer was desperate.
“We are a little late,” Audin said.
At those words, Rapild felt an even deeper despair.
Even if he already knew, the confirmation still hurt.
“They will need to recuperate for at least a month.”
The words that followed left him speechless.
“Sister. Please sing.”
“Yes.”
And at the song that followed and the scene that unfolded before his eyes, he fell to his knees.
Aaaah—.
Theresa imbued her song with divinity.
It was not a dirge.
Her chant took the place of a holy relic.
The ten priests were afflicted with a plague spread by the Demon Realm.
Of course, they were not the only ones.
The plague had spread throughout the battlefield.
Rapild witnessed a miracle.
Light flowed from the lyrics, and that light saved the ten priests.
As the light brushed over the skin of one covered in black spots, who had been wheezing with shallow breaths, the priest who had saved his sister opened his eyes.
“…What happened?”
He hadn’t opened his eyes for three days, and they had been turning his body to prevent bedsores.
That man opened his eyes, turned his head, and spoke.
“Rapild?”
As the priest turned his head, his eyes fell first on Rapild, who was praying over and over with thanks, before he saw Audin and Theresa.
“You’re alive, Father.”
Rapild approached on his knees and wept, his shoulders shaking.
Humans cry from sadness, but also from overwhelming joy.
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Chapter 860 – Purification and Cleanup
“Everyone dies anyway. Accept me before that. That’s all. Turn from your suffering. Become the one who eats, not the one who is eaten.”
The soldier knew this was the whisper of an evil spirit, but it was too sweet.
It was a whisper that tickled his ear, like a lover’s.
It was hard to ignore.
No matter how much they prioritized their sense of duty, there were those whose hearts were breaking.
Even if the knights stepped up to cut down the Drowned Ones and to find and kill the monsters rampaging outside, a gap was bound to form.
From that gap, the hand of an evil spirit wrapped around the soldier’s neck.
He was on the verge of being possessed.
“Vile thing.”
Bang!
The black soot that had been at the head of the exhausted, collapsed soldier exploded and tore apart.
It was because the fist of a man resembling a bear had brushed past it.
The soldier’s eyes flew open in shock.
“Wh-what?”
The startled soldier could not continue his words.
“Rest assured. If you are eaten by the spirit, I will personally smash your head and send you to the Lord.”
What is he saying? Is he saving me? Or killing me?
The soldier blinked.
His mind was muddled.
His spirit, which had been floating, was in the process of finding its place.
It was the effect of the light of divinity brushing his head.
“Hahahaha!”
The man who had swung a fist filled with white light laughed and straightened his body.
He stood in front of the tent’s torch, and his shadow covered the soldier’s entire body.
“If you’re fine now, get up.”
Behind him, a familiar face came into view.
A head popped out from behind the large man.
“Rapild?”
It was a face he knew.
Rapild spoke with an uncharacteristically clear gaze.
“We are going to restore the holy relics. No, we are going to erect a new one.”
The reason Audin had said they were “a little late” was because it would take months of recuperation for the sick priests’ divinity to return.
“Restoring the holy relics will be difficult,” he had said after saving them.
“Instead, it would be good to erect a new symbol.”
“Anything.”
Rapild had bowed his head in respect and followed the two.
Audin and Theresa crossed the camp.
They stopped at every place that looked or felt impure, and if they saw a soldier in a dire situation, they lent a hand before heading to the holy relic.
The faint divinity remaining in the relic, the symbol of the scales, was barely managing to protect this camp.
If not for the symbol that now stood before Audin’s eyes, hundreds of Drowned Ones would have burst from the middle of the camp.
Instead, the creatures that had smelled the humans had all flocked to the camp’s perimeter.
Thanks to this, weren’t Sir Cypress and part of the Crimson Cloak Knights outside the camp right now, cutting, slicing, and crushing the Drowned One hordes?
Snap.
Audin broke the pole.
He carefully laid the symbol down on the rain-soaked, muddy ground.
The holy relic that had stood tall between the tents was now gone.
The ominous rain seemed to grow stronger.
Some of the soldiers hurriedly clasped their hands and prayed, muttering for forgiveness for their blasphemy.
“…What do you think you’re doing?”
Among them, one young soldier glared.
His attitude was cautious, but this was something that should not be done.
Especially when the holy relic’s existence had been protecting a part of this camp.
“Be still.”
Rapild stopped the soldier.
His eyes were clearer than ever.
The pattering rain still fell, carrying its malevolence, and the camp was filled with an ash-gray atmosphere.
The people’s eyes were clouded with gray.
No matter how strong-willed they were or how much they used their sense of duty as a shield, they had reached their limit.
Dozens of eyes were filled with distrust and anxiety.
Audin saw this as the perfect place to spread his god’s teachings.
His voice rang out amidst the spreading plague and those who had abandoned hope.
“Will you listen to the Lord’s words, which rebuke this battlefield?”
With those words, Theresa began to sing.
The hymn spread, and divinity radiated from the center of the camp.
Audin also spread his divinity without restraint.
A Drowned One that was just peeking its head out to be born had its head crushed by the blessing of the God of War and retreated.
The screams of evil spirits that had been hiding in the tent shadows, awaiting their chance, rang out.
The words of Theresa’s song pierced everyone’s ears.
“When you walk through the wind and storm, when you try to walk a dark path with no light, I will never let you walk alone.”
It was a hymn titled, ‘I Will Not Let You Walk Alone.’
As the lyrics echoed, a sense of peace settled in the soldiers’ hearts.
Of course, it wasn’t just peace.
The teachings of the God of War were not so soft.
“I erect this holy relic, so all servants of the Lord, convert and serve the Lord’s power.”
“O, God of War!”
Rapild shouted with a fervor that made the veins in his neck stand out.
The soldiers he had saved on the way, those who had experienced the miracle, shouted after him.
Soon, a group of soldiers was embracing the power of fanaticism.
“Now, are you ready to smash the heads of those who attack us and send them to the Lord’s side?”
“WAR!”
“Our duty is?”
“To send them to the Lord’s side!”
“Judgment is done by?”
“The Lord!”
Enkrid, watching from the side, briefly suspected Audin.
‘Are his Lord’s followers dwindling lately?’ Is that why he’s seizing this chance to go wild?
Theresa continued to sing on one side.
It only took a moment for their divinity to spread throughout the entire camp.
‘Well.’
Whatever the case, the Demon Realm’s air that had stagnated in the camp was retreating.
For a short time, this land became a place cared for by the God of War.
The damp, humid rain suddenly felt like a refreshing autumn shower.
***
“Hey, if you fall behind, I’m leaving you.”
“Do I look like a cripple who can’t find his way? If you leave me, I’ll find my own way back.”
“Sure.”
Rem and Dunbakel exchanged trivial-sounding conversation, as if they were on an outing.
It was a leisure that did not fit the situation.
Outside the fence was hell.
At least, that’s how it looked to ordinary soldiers.
Monsters were everywhere.
There were also many magical beasts that had drunk monster blood.
An eagle with an eyeball dangling from its beak circled the air.
A harpy then skewed the eagle’s head, caught it, and began to eat it.
That harpy was flying with pieces of rotted intestines hanging from it.
“Reminds me of the old days.”
Once, when the Western Demon Realm ‘Silence’ had stirred, he had seen a similar sight.
It was the day all eight Divine Generals had come forth to protect the West.
“We just have to cut down whatever we see, right? Right?”
Dunbakel was also used to this kind of environment.
The depths of the East were just like this.
A place where monsters and magical beasts, killing and being killed by each other, held a party every day.
Screeeeeech!
Four screaming evil spirits suddenly attacked Rem from behind.
Dunbakel jumped off the ground and dodged to the side, while Rem swung his axe as if annoyed.
He swung it in a half-turn, and the axe blade caught all four spirits.
Swiiiiiish.
The sound of it cutting the air was gruesome.
With the light axe swing, some of the rain was caught on the blade, swirled to one side, then splattered.
The screaming spirits, banshees, dispersed and vanished.
Normally, their screams would shake a human’s mind, and some of the older ones could even summon draugr, but the four spirits that appeared here missed their chance.
The axe-swing from the warrior of the West killed all four, annihilating their existence from this land.
“A good ‘feel’ to that cut.”
Rem muttered, one corner of his mouth lifting.
He wielded sorcery.
That’s why he could feel the sensation of cutting even when cutting formless monsters.
“Yeah, yeah, it was ‘tasty,’ right? Let’s cut to our heart’s content.”
Rem stroked the back of his axe with his free hand, then turned.
Dunbakel wasn’t playing around, either.
She moved her feet, neatly pop, pop, pop, splitting the heads of the Drowned Ones that appeared.
Was this the main battle?
No.
Just a process of warming up.
“Hey, you find it?”
Rem asked, while fighting about ten steps away from her.
Beastkin have a highly developed sense of smell.
And Dunbakel was born with a sense of smell rare even among beastkin.
“Yeah.”
The white-haired beastkin nodded.
“Then why aren’t you leading? Want me to kick your ass to get you moving?”
“Going now.”
The two understood the principle by which monsters moved.
Enkrid had said he needed Rem the hunter.
Not Rem the vice-commander, but Rem the hunter.
For a moment, he set aside his usual role of controlling the knights.
‘Monsters not in a pack scatter easily.’
A group that attacks together is called a ‘colony’.
This was a borderland to the Demon Realm, and even here in the South, this basic rule was not broken.
The reason all the monsters were flocking here?
There was a reason for it.
That knight, Cypress, had probably charged in with a general idea of it.
‘The commander probably figured it out too and gave us the order.’
That’s why he told him to step up.
To find the ‘subject’ of the colony and destroy it.
If he were alone, he might have had some trouble finding the monster that was the lynchpin, but with him was a beastkin who could smell every other scent in the world, just not her own.
“That way.”
The two kicked away the rotting Drowned One heads that burst from the ground to grab their ankles, and threw aside the ‘plague ghouls’—the kind that explode to spread disease—as they advanced.
The types of monsters appearing seemed varied, but every one of them was rotting somewhere.
The two discovered a small puddle.
A mud puddle, big enough for three or four people to fill.
In the middle, they saw a monster that boasted a pale skull.
The monster hide it wore hung like a robe, and in its hand, it held a bent rod with sharp, jutting thorns.
“A lich.”
Rem said.
“A magic-using monster? First time I’ve seen one.”
“Me too. Only heard stories.”
It was a monster born from ghouls and Drowned Ones, one that raised the dead.
It was one of the so-called ‘named’ beings.
The wizard born of rain who never dies, nicknamed “the bastard who dreams of eternal life.”
A human-given nickname, of course.
This monster was one of the South’s headaches.
To be precise, one of the Crimson Cloak Knights’ headaches.
It could be called an unsolved problem, right up there with the Thornbriar Walls.
But this time, its opponent was not good.
For the monster, that is.
The skeleton monster, born of rainwater, waved its hand.
Its bones clacked and clacked, making noise.
At the same time, the rainwater bunched together, turned into spears, and flew at the two of them.
Rem, with his axe resting on his shoulder, simply swung his arm and split the spear head-on.
Dunbakel swung her scimitar from right to left, cutting the water spear in the middle.
The water spears scattered in mid-air, mixed with the rain, then turned into snakes and flew at their necks.
Simultaneously, hands of the dead shot up from the ground and grabbed at their ankles.
“Annoying.”
Dunbakel muttered, kicking the pale hands and swinging her scimitar, cutting the water snakes into six pieces.
Rem, meanwhile, quietly called the name of the god within him.
‘Descend. Sapsal.’
The name of a divine beast, who proved its worth by tracking and biting vile things.
It was the moment the water snake was wrapping around his thick neck.
The moment his ankle was seized by a pale, blue-glowing hand.
Rem swung his axe, imbued with Sapsal.
Against the snake on his neck, he just touched and pulled back.
Towards the things gripping his ankles, he stirred lightly, like a ladle in stew.
The motion was light, but the result was not.
Kiiiieeeee!
With a strange sound, the water snake dried up and vanished.
The same happened to the draugr.
“What?”
Dunbakel asked, her eyes wide.
“Don’t talk to me. I have to concentrate.”
If Sapsal gets testy, it bites everything in the vicinity.
It is vicious, rough, and ferocious.
It bares its fangs at anything unfamiliar, foe or not.
“And don’t look at me. My axe doesn’t like you right now. Whoa, whoa, I said no, no. Not that one. You know it’ll give you a stomach ache just by the smell.”
Dunbakel was dense, but she could tell he was teasing her.
“You’re messing with me, aren’t you?”
Rem cackled, approached the lich, and swung his axe.
Did the dying monster feel a last-second dread?
Who knows.
Who cares.
The West has eight Divine Generals.
And the axe, imbued with the power of the general Sapsal, split the monster who dreamed of eternal life.
The creature crossed its hands and attempted a few acts of resistance, but to block an axe bearing Sapsal, something with a distinct physical form was needed.
The axe flew without hesitation and, with no regard for decency, split the head of the creature who had its skull exposed.
Rustle.
Bone fragments mixed with rainwater and scattered on the ground.
The vanguard of the Demon Realm, born in a mud puddle, was dead.
Grhaaaaaa!
With a scream, black smoke billowed into the air.
The soot, which had been flowing against the rain, was quickly torn and ripped apart, then scattered.
The cleanup was finished.
Immediately after, the ones who called themselves the original cleaners of this land appeared.
While Dunbakel had found the enemy’s location in an instant with her nose, the ones who had been fighting in this land found the location through experience.
“A curious talent.”
The man at their center spoke.
He was in light ceremonial armor.
The sword in his hand was held outstretched, making it look a bit longer than a normal longsword.
“A step too late,” Rem replied, looking at them.
They wore crimson cloaks.
Their identity was obvious, even without being told.
Well, it was to Rem, but not to Dunbakel.
She showed hostility, raising her scimitar.
She let out a Grrrr, baring her fangs.
A strong enemy.
That is, in her eyes.
“What? Who are you?”
Her attitude was that of facing a strange enemy.
She didn’t know why she was here and had no interest in the knights defending the South.
“They’re allies, you idiot.”
Rem said, kicking Dunbakel’s calf.
He was used to the picture of him starting things and Enkrid stopping them.
It felt like their roles were reversed.
“The Madmen Knights?” the man from the other side asked.
“That’s right.”
“Are you Enkrid? Your face is a bit worse than I heard.”
The opponent, a middle-aged knight in a crimson cloak, said.
“Well, you’ve got a fresh mouth, starting right off the bat,” Rem said, as usual.
“Do you know who stands before you, that you speak so recklessly?”
At that, the man next to him also stepped forward.
He was in a perfect stance to be ‘lopped’ by a single axe-swing.
The following threat was laced with killing intent.
In other words, it was a provocation.
“Yeah, stick your neck out a little further. I need to cut it off and put it in my display case.”
A fierce aura flowed between the two groups.
Three or four surviving ghouls looked on, hesitant.
If they attacked, their instincts bound their hands and feet.
The murderous aura oppressed the air and even the monsters’ instincts.
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