Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 714

714. As planned

Eyes, hands covered in iron plates, muscles re-established in armor, subtle movements, rain, wind, and murderous intent floating through the humid air.
Alexandra collected all the information she needed and stored it in her head.
It was a special skill that her friend Encred often showed her, calculating the surrounding situation and using it in battle.

‘You’re not the only one who’s good at it.’

Alexandra focused on the enemy in front of her even in the raging wind and rain. She turned her attention away from everything around her and narrowed her cognition, leaving only the enemy and herself. This way, she could ignore Medusa’s petrification curse.
Of course, Medusa’s curse would have some effect outside her cognition.
Since she couldn’t cut off Medusa’s head and return right away, there was no other answer but to ignore it.
So she did. She ignored it and focused on it. She forgot about the rain and the raging wind.
She entered a world where only the enemy and herself remained.
She could see traces of her life from her friend who had returned from the dead. Behind her helmet, which was leaking black steam, she could see her braided hair.
Andante had long, flowing hair.
It was Alexandra who told her that it was a waste to cut it off because it was unnecessary.
After teaching her how to braid it, she kept her hair braided at the back for the rest of her life.

‘I grew my hair out for a long time after that.’

Later, he demonstrated the technique of hiding the blade between his braided hair, but it was only a prank for a while.

Swish.

The steam gathered and clumped together, seeping into the helmet.
It looked like a preparatory movement just before a fight. Alexandra also put a little more strength into her big toe than before.
Alexandra and Andante never had long fights. They always enjoyed short fights.
It was a fight where they risked their lives, so Andante had enjoyed it very much when he was alive.

“When you feel that you are close to death, the world doesn’t look so red.”

It was something she said with a smile, even though her thigh was bleeding profusely.
The red world, Andante said that sometimes the world looked that red.
After a time that was unpleasant for others and truly unfortunate for her, she developed an unbearable desire.
A desire that could only be put to rest by killing someone.
That murderous intent became a single blade and stabbed her. The pressure became a sharp, bright red blade and came right up to her nose.
But Alexandra did not move a single step.
There were two clowns walking on a tightrope.

‘Let’s go at once. Andante.’

What happens when you add death to the disaster of a knight?
The result was right before my eyes. Andante would react faster and more dynamically than when he was alive.
You could tell without having to directly cross swords.
Andante had several other advantageous advantages.
First of all, you couldn’t read his breathing. Of course, the dead don’t breathe.
On top of that, he could draw out all his strength in one breath without warming up his muscles or doing any preparatory movements.
The head, which only had the fighting instinct left, was one of the strengths of a death knight.
Fortunately, his absolute Will wouldn’t have changed.
In the first place, a knight’s Will doesn’t increase easily, and it never increases after death. He could only use the Will he had while alive.
On top of that, if he cut off his arms or legs, they would regenerate immediately.
In other words, he had a set target area.
He had to cut off the neck or head, and his opponent would know his plan.

‘I will instinctively throw down my sword to win.’

On the outside, the two were just standing there peacefully. Neither of them had drawn their swords, and they were just standing there awkwardly with
their hands hanging down. If someone who didn’t know saw them, they might think they were about to shake hands, but the Death Knights weren’t very sociable.

Kkwarung!

The white light of lightning splits between them. Even then, the two did not move.
After a long or short standoff, it was Alexandra who moved first.
She bent her knees and kicked the ground. Just before her body moved forward, her hand was already holding the sword.
Why was she nicknamed Blitzkling, Lightning Blade?
It was because the sword she swung was so fast that it resembled lightning.
It was a speed she had never shown in her duels with Encred.
With Rhinox, was there no secret technique that she couldn’t use in a duel? Of course there was.
She condensed and gathered the will swirling inside her body and exploded it. With that explosive power, she quickly surpassed her own limits.

Liar!

With a loud bang, the blade tore through the air, transcending the limits of time to reach the enemy.

Bam!

Andante, who had transformed into a death knight, responded to Alexandra’s speed. However, instead of blocking, he stabbed her in the face.
If he had stayed still, he would have a hole in his stomach and a scratch on his opponent’s helmet, but at the moment when it seemed like it might end, Alexandra accelerated once more.

Liar-

That sound rings in my ears. It wasn’t really me. It was an auditory hallucination that I heard because I gathered the remaining Will and detonated it once more.
Alexandra’s body, which was moving forward, twisted to the side. The blade drew a zigzag trajectory and passed through the death knight’s helmet.

Zzz!

The helmet split apart, and black steam rose from within. Alexandra’s world turned red. Something hot poured into her nose. Her legs trembled.
When she looked back with her reddened vision, she saw a rotten head inside the split helmet.

Whirlwind, whirlwind.

In her wake, a whirlwind of air parallel to the ground appeared. It was as if a long cavern had been created by wind and rain.
Only after the first syllable had the traces of her movement through the air been revealed.

“That’s it.”

The sword that Will possessed, and it was a engraved weapon, split his head. Even though he was a death knight, he was not invincible. If his head was cut off, he would die.
Andante’s last words were ‘that’.
If it was a real last words, Hescal must have heard it.

“Coolook!”

Alexandra closed her bloodshot eyes and let the rain wash them away, then got down on one knee and struck the floor with the tip of her sword. And she said.

“Andante, if you are satisfied, then go.”

She once said that she wanted to see a sword faster than this one. That’s what she showed me now.
Two explosions, blowing up Will itself is half-crazy.
I did it twice. The second time was more violent than the first.
My lower abdomen felt like it was ripped open and my head was throbbing.
The pain was so intense that I thought I was going to die. My insides were twisted and I couldn’t raise my body, but it was okay.
I practiced this technique when I was young and ended up not being able to have children, but I have no regrets then or now .
Even though I couldn’t give birth to a child with my stomach, I did give birth to a child with my heart, and in the end, didn’t I help protect my home with the technique I trained so hard for?

‘Still, this is a bit too much.’

Even within the Zawn, Alexandra’s symptoms were not that severe. All she had was a mild cough. However, as her body became like this, the disease raised its head. Suddenly, she had chills.
In a way, it was just a single swing of the sword, but with that single swing, the Death Knight died.
So she did her job, but the problem was that the battle was not over yet.

‘My body isn’t moving.’

There was a flying monster fluttering. Medusa’s eyes were still there.
The petrification curse that she had been able to ignore before was now a pressure that she could not ignore.
Alexandra lowered her head to avoid the monster’s gaze.
The serpent above her head was still there, and Medusa was looking down at the battlefield. There was a monster fluttering its wings, aiming for her.

‘I don’t like it.’

In the meantime, one of the lizard demons bravely rushed forward, perhaps because its brain was noticeably smaller than the others. Alexandra seemed to be barely holding on ,
leaning on her sword. The lizard demon, who had lost its rider, opened its mouth to bite her head.
Alexandra pulled out her sword, swung it, and then stuck it back into the ground. The speed of her hands was so fast that even an ordinary person would not have been able to see it.

Phew!

However, a single demon’s head was blown off and lay on the floor with its jaw wide open in front of her, revealing what she had done.

‘I told you it’s really not good.’

I didn’t have the strength to speak, but the number of demons and beasts around me increased. It wasn’t hard to guess the reason.

‘Tempe.’

He’s tied up, even with Rhinox by his side.

‘You son of Hescal, you deserve to be called a fox.’

It must have been a plan that came from his head. Making Andante a death knight, or sending him to himself.
Well, I don’t know who he predicted would win in the fight between Andante and himself.
If he died in this state, the scale would tip a little towards Zaun’s defeat.
My senses were dulled and I began to feel the weight of my wet clothes. Of course, it was a bad sign.

‘Someone, please take care of that snake’s head.’

The curse of petrification and the serpent made her even more deadly.
A scaler with psychic powers grabbed her sword. An invisible hand gripped the blade.
And then she felt a presence behind her. Due to her confused mind and dulled senses, she didn’t notice until someone stood behind her.

‘It’s a mess.’

She shook off her psychic powers and swung her sword backwards. She only had enough energy to swing her sword once.
If this was the last time, she would swing it and shout her husband’s name.
If she was going to die, she would somehow resolve it.
Otherwise, she would die here and become a vengeful spirit that would prevent her husband from remarrying.
Definitely.

‘So save me. Tempe.’

She finished estimating the distance to the one approaching from behind, then pulled out the sword that was holding her by psychic power and swung it.

Thud, whoosh, thud!

Her attack was blocked. The opponent simply stopped the sword’s movement by holding it upright. Then, the opponent quickly closed the distance. His pace was so fast that she didn’t even have time to call her husband’s name.

* * *

Encred counted the number of arrows floating around him and realized that most of the monsters with supernatural abilities, especially those with exceptional abilities, were gathered here. There
must have been many monsters that used psychic powers left, but they were probably a mixed bag.
Wasn’t there something right before his eyes that he could tell without his intuition saying it?
There were at least five that had fired more than a dozen arrows without even raising a hand.
Fifty arrows were floating around, aiming for him.
It would be quite difficult if they started flying.
And the arrowheads were black.
Encred could bet Rem’s left hand that they were poisoned.

“I am Panito, the right-hand man of Lord Hescal.”

The owner of the net spoke. Encrid turned his head and looked at him. The iron plate armor that gave off a soft glow looked like a treasure in itself.
It was something that Chrys would covet.
The opponent seemed to be confident that he had cornered him. That was his attitude.
As I watched him, a thought suddenly occurred to me.

‘Is it over just because you’re caught in the net?’

No, that’s not true. An idea just came to me in an instant. You could say it was an inspiration.

‘Mixing the Sword of Chance and the Tactical Sword.’

Based on the tactical sword, he calculates with flashes of light and incorporates even chance and luck into his intentions.
Everything is for the purpose of gaining an advantageous advantage. That’s
what tactics are for.
His head, which is turned so tightly that it’s hot, gives the answer. That’s the result. Encred’s mouth opens like a flowing instrument and lets out a voice.

“As planned.”

No. In fact, it was caught. But if even all these coincidences are included in the intention, then the current situation could also be said to be part of the plan.

“……You expected that?”

Panito asked in surprise.

“Of course.”

Encred was confident. Compared to Ragnar, who had the audacity to point to the west and say it was the north, this was nothing more than a show of affection.

“Wow, Encred of the Border Guard.”

Panito had never even met him as a sparring partner.
Some of those who followed Hescal actually said that they were busy with external affairs and that it was difficult to meet him, and Panito was one of them.
He was genuinely surprised, and Encred thought about something else for a moment. Since they
had decided to incorporate coincidence into their intentions, making it seem like it was really the realm of the tactical sword.
Tactics are about deceiving the opponent, that is, the Luagarne-style tactical sword is an illusion sword.
Here, small thoughts rang in his head one after another.
The Valencian mercenary sword did not say how to handle the sword in the first place. It was because it was an illusion sword. In other words, tactics are based on deception. If he continued to train and study the tactical sword, it seemed like he would see the path he should take next.
Should he call it the training method of the deceiving sword, or swordsmanship?
It was difficult to organize everything right now, so he should just think about it and remember it.
For now, shouldn’t he start with the task in front of him?

“You were planning to gather the best monsters with supernatural abilities here, kill one of the knights, and then advance into Zaun?”

This is something you can say because you’ve read your opponent’s intentions. If your opponent has shown you his cards up to this point, you should be able to figure out the purpose of those cards.

“Yes. I expected that too.”

Panito kept looking surprised that he wasn’t that smart. In one sense, he was completely fooled, and in another sense, Encred’s acting skills were at their peak.
Encred spoke again as if he was walking along the path shown by the tactical sword.

“Yeah, everything is going according to plan.”

If Christ had seen it, he would have called it the continent’s biggest liar.
If Luagarne had seen it, she would have clapped her hands repeatedly with her slippery hands.

“None of you can go behind me.”

And this was true. Whatever the plan, Encrid knew what to do as soon as he encountered them. And by now, Ragnar the little bastard would know what to do.

“Even if we knew, it would be difficult to stop it.”

Panito said, gritting his teeth. He felt jealous of someone who had seen through his master’s strategy.
That jealousy soon turned into anger, and he ended up with a murderous intent to kill that guy.