[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses":3,"chapter-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-846":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","A Knight Who Eternally Regresses",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},428603,689,"Chapter 842","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-846",846,"\u003Cp>A Knight Who Eternally Regresses\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem watched as the short magician from the left widened the distance and circled to the side, moving as if to surround him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem matched his steps, moving to block his path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician then widened the distance even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His intention was to separate Rem from the rest of the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem knew this and played along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The specialty of the magician, clad in silver armor, was to pour out invisible spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His moniker was 'Invisible Death.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician stood at his desired position, judged the distance, and aimed for Rem's ankle with a magic called Invisible Hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A swordsman's power is halved if his feet are tied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a common tactic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they lacked experience and were arrogant, they knew how to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only problem was that their opponents were not just experts, but masters of combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem lifted his left foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The invisible hand swept through the space where his foot had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground burst as if it had exploded, and dirt flew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This bastard, pulling such a pathetic trick?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician also saw the savage's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'He's smiling?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He's smiling now, but I'll make him cry and snot soon enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The distance was perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About fifteen paces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A magician who had reached the stage of Tacitus, the silent rite, casts spells without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so he did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He formed a hand seal and flicked his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, an invisible arrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the sound of cutting air, something sharp flew in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The funny thing was, Rem had handled shamanism since he was a child, so he was extremely adept at dealing with 'unseen things.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His experience in such fights was perhaps even greater than Jaxen's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem lifted his axe and swung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PANG—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air burst, and the invisible arrow shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fragments of the broken spell were invisible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician had mixed in one more trick here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broken fragments flew back at Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'A spell designed with the expectation that it would be blocked.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magicians are sinister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They enjoy attacking with two, three twists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something he had learned from Esther.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem's arms moved busily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hwoooosh, th-th-thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he swung his axe at high speed, it was as if a defensive barrier had formed in front of his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrow fragments hit it, broke, and scattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician, from within his helmet, twitched his eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blocked that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands are fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thought came to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem thought that this bastard was really good at pulling pathetic tricks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's fine to say if you need help.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxen said from behind Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grasping something with his senses was Jaxen's specialty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's why he said it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, if you looked closely, his words were close to a taunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What else could it be but a taunt to say such a thing to Rem?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you interfere, I'll split your head open just as prettily.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think I'm better at splitting heads prettily. I'll help with that too if you need it, so just say the word.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem showed the same smile and said, \"The man who can split a human head the prettiest, that's me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a tone he had picked up from hearing what Esther had said earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this fight was over, Esther might seriously curse Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As you wish.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxen spoke and retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no intention of helping in the first place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He became a spectator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had started it, but after that, there was no room for him to intervene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These bastards?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician trapped in the silver armor burst with anger and chanted a spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tactics were supremely simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would widen the distance as much as he wanted and attack with things like an invisible hand, arrow, and blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, it was all about buying time without giving up the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The armor he wore was also for protecting his own body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, he began to chant a new spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Buying time.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem just stared at his opponent and appreciated the tricks he was pulling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Is he preparing a big one?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It's not difficult to figure out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do magicians always attack with a twist?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, at this level, there was no tactical twist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Compared to that annoying orthodox swordsmanship.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn't this much more straightforward?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid's deceptive sword was the totality of an annoying tactic that used psychology and reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, after sparring with Enkrid, meeting a guy like this was a relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he looked closely at the armor, he could faintly see something coated on its surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Must be a protective spell.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Ragna had learned by watching Spell Slaying, Rem had also learned by watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He twirled his sling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoooosh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't even take a breath, and a disc rotating at high speed formed above his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He casts the shamanic spell for strength enhancement called Heart of the Beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he receives that power and rotates it with his arm as the axis, and in an instant, the preparation is complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem unleashed the projectile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using his arm as a whip, he feels the rotation of the sling with his senses and extends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The round projectile contained in the leather pouch flew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of the air exploding followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KWANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The projectile Rem had thrown crushed the air and also broke the magic prepared by the magician in the silver armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silver liquid trickled down his armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't know what effect it had, but it was certain that something had broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, the spell he was preparing was also disrupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Wha, what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What? You thought you had the advantage if I couldn't reach you? You're a fool.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, having fun, taunted his opponent with the words that had stuck to his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician in the silver armor continuously shot invisible arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shower of arrows that poured down like a squall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem dodged by throwing his body to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't a difficult task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except for the fact that they were invisible, the number of projectiles did not exceed a hundred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a real battlefield, hundreds of arrows fly. It's easier to dodge than that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if he didn't break them, they wouldn't scatter into fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician continuously threw an invisible barrier, bars, and in the middle, a mass made of fire, but Rem dodged what he could and intercepted the rest in mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PANG, BOOM, PANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loud noises erupted one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The projectile imbued with shamanic power suppresses the spell itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant it was imbued with a shamanic spell that scatters magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The projectile he was throwing now contained the power to stop and suppress whatever was hidden in the spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician was in a crisis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to kill his opponent by chanting a forbidden spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All this work required time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What? I can't hear you. What are you saying?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His opponent didn't give him an opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician in the silver armor was too busy just blocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, at some point, his opponent disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, you thought you were far away with just this much distance?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice is heard from right behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hairs on the magician's entire body stood on end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The timing was fantastic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the gap when the spell placed on his armor had been completely consumed after being hit by the projectile the man had thrown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, he could have put a new defensive spell on the armor in the time it took to take a couple of breaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were several spells inspired by watching a turtle hide in its shell and endure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was confident in his endurance, even if he couldn't do anything right away, but the man who had squeezed into that gap swung his axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last thing the magician's eyes saw was a gray line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem swung his axe and cut off the magician's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulls his left foot out and rotates his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe, laden with that power, was also imbued with a shamanic spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>K-CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe blade that had smashed through the armor had done its job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had struck the enemy's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head, helmet and all, spun in the air and fell to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Rem, this was a very natural result.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been skilled in hunting since he was a child, and even now, he had been fighting with the tactic of aiming for a momentary gap while sparring with Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Striking the magician's neck in the gap when his defensive spell had worn off was no trouble at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxen, seeing the trick Rem had pulled, was inwardly impressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'He is a natural enemy to those who use spells.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, there was a man even more so than that savage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why isn't it working!\" the magician of black ore shouted, vomiting blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had flown his black tray, swung his blade, and created a coffin to bury his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Enkrid had cut all of those spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment they touched his Dawnforged, the spell's effect ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spell Slaying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A technique that Ragna, with his innate genius, could not immediately imitate, and a technique that even Rem, who had mastered shamanism, could not apply as it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid felt the flow of magic, cut it, and sliced it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a skill that even Jaxen, who had taught him sensory techniques, could not do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, no one could have the experience of being burned to death by the forbidden spell of the walking fire and cutting it again and again, so it was a natural thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To an uninformed person, it was a glimpse of the unseen talent of the man named Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Enkrid had been happy to be unable to gauge the capabilities of the Dragonkin Themares, his opponent was the opposite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician of black ore was terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'It's not working.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cuts all the spells he uses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he closes the distance with a very calm step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had no intention of scaring his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'This is fun.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…he was simply intrigued by the act of cutting a spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, his opponent was endlessly chanting the black ore spell without tiring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black iron powder gathered and transformed into the shape of a person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The build, the sword in its hand, and the stance were similar to his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is your double,\" the magician of black ore said, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid cut that too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever it imitated, it could not imitate the Will within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword, bent by the acceleration of a point, was not even visible to the magician's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>JJEONG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black ore knight was split in two and scattered into powder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not a fight to be dragged out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid's sword literally slays spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore, he is a true natural enemy of magicians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There can't be a bastard like this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician of black ore died after those last words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had collapsed, his entire body grotesquely twisted, from overusing spells even before Enkrid had swung his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something that had happened as a part of his world of spells was destroyed due to a magical overload.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His forearms were bent outwards, his calf muscles had burst, and his ankles were turned so that his toes pointed backwards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark red blood flowed from every hole in his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To use and release magic until death?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This too was something that had happened due to a lack of experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had too little experience fighting at full strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he had pulled out more than his limit and had ended up like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an experience he could not have had when fighting someone relatively weaker than him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, since there was no way to know this process…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He just died on his own?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid could only tilt his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther, hearing the sound of the fight ending on one side, said, \"Let's finish ours too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the first time Esther had seen a witch who handled snakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So was it a problem?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She changed a part of her body into a snake and sent out beasts she had raised with magic as food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther took out Bonehead for the first time in a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally a Flesh Golem, it was now correct to see it as a Guardian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wore black armor, and in both hands, it held short, blunt-tipped iron maces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bonehead smashed and crushed the snakes' heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the witch twisted her arms and summoned a giant snake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snake tried to swallow Bonehead, but Esther split the snake vertically with D'Mulle's Scythe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the surface, it seemed like a bad matchup, but the witch facing Esther felt the difference in their skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'The quality of her magic is different.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this the Child of the Stars?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thought also came to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Esther's skill was the price of her own effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Child of the Stars only referred to the talent of being born with abundant magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The witch hastily retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not want to die here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hid behind the man who had drawn her into Astrail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician named Penadex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having appeared at some point, he looked around at the three dead magicians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a cornered situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to choose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he die like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or run away?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he run away?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He probably couldn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther, the child who held a star, her skill had improved beyond recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Penadex's eyes, he could see the spiritual energy that lingered on Esther's body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Separate from the rumor that she was engulfed in a curse, she was on a level incomparable to when he had seen her before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her world of spells had become dizzyingly vast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'We've lost.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was a magician.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cheater of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around and said, \"Do you know what lies beyond the south?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who had thrown the question offered up all of his magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he survived here, his own ego would be different from before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was better than dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'After eating the Child of the Stars.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just had to explore a new truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chose, and he summoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's there?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the approaching Rem asked back, the magician's eyes turned pitch black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guuuhhhh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a grotesque groan, the man bent his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With ap-d-duksound, his muscles tore, and the sound of bones colliding was heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is he going to die on his own like the guy from before?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as Enkrid was briefly thinking that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's mad,\" Esther said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had seen the flow of magic and had figured out what that man had done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Greed, desire, to swallow. Such a heart is full,\" said the Dragonkin, who had read the will he had let out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, who had been watching, suddenly swung his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He takes a step and draws his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The connecting sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sword that had closed the distance in an instant and struck down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black palm blocked the blade of Dawnforged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hand was larger than a giant's, large enough to lightly grasp a person's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that black arm had sprung out from near the magician's shoulder blade, and the speed at which it burst through the flesh was as fast as a knight's sword strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Hmm?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, seeing the black veins bulging on the forearm that had blocked his sword, put more strength into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He put in the rest of his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>P-d-duk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enduring black skin is cut and sliced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am the one from the demon realm, wait-kuaaaak!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magician had risked his life to summon a demon, but that demon screamed in pain the moment it appeared, its arm being cut.\u003C\u002Fp>",2660,"2026-05-30T08:28:35.159Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","3c68e68cd243c82854f71919a397feaa2c57537ae16caa8233d1926a53cbfef0","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-847","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-845",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]