Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 720

720. We combined

Encred came to Zaun and learned several techniques, the most unique of which was the technique of handling Will.
Of course, I saw something similar within the Mad Knights. Didn’t Rem do the same?

‘Will’s transfer.’

That was Rem’s technique for handling Will. He cut off Will and used it as a projectile.
It was an area that you couldn’t even dare to learn unless you were a knight.
Only a semi-knight could use Will in some of his techniques for single shots.
So it was only natural that only knights could handle it, and it was also more difficult than simply moving the body, but ironically, it was easier for Encred to learn this than the technique for handling the body.
Since he had Will that never dried, it was also a good condition for repeated training.
Of course, it wasn’t something that could be learned by half-asleep and learning it intermittently, but Encred was a person who did his best
in whatever he learned. Even if he had a little something similar to talent, learning something was so much fun.
Controlling Will itself was difficult, but I was still completely absorbed in it because it was fun.
To be honest, I poured out Will without holding back when I was restraining and controlling.
I repeated that several times until I completely dried up the never-drying Will and felt a sense of powerlessness.
I received a lot of help in the process.

“It should not just be something you can use, but it should also be something you can change as you wish.”

Rhinox had said this about Will.
Alexandra had also shown something similar.
They were the two most skilled in the art of handling Will in Zaun.
Rhinox’s was like playing an instrument without a single mistake.
He had to do it perfectly, without the slightest error, both when applying and releasing force.
He did so by taking away only as much Will as needed. In other words, moderation.
Encred’s moderation was implemented by following Rhinox’s.
And moderation was relatively difficult. He had to concentrate his mind at all times to control Will.
It was like carrying a bowl full of water without spilling a single drop.
If you walk carefully, you can do it, but if you mess up even a little, the drops will flow to the floor.
But instead of walking, they fought like that.
As a result, Encred spilled a few drops of water. To be honest, it would be okay to say that he spilled enough to soak his clothes.
It was that difficult for him to control Will.
On the other hand, Alexandra’s was completely different.
In ‘Moderation is relatively difficult’, the relative thing was Alexandra’s way of using her will.
Hers is different.

‘Lighting the tail of a running wild horse.’

A wild horse with a fire on its tail would gallop terribly.
There was no time to manage its stamina or think about what would happen next. What could one possibly think of when the flames were following behind them?
It was like galloping downhill at full speed. It was faster on a downhill than on flat ground, but it was harder to control. However, Alexandra stuck to a form that gave up control. If
Rhinox tried to control the shape of Will, Alexandra touched the speed.
The speed of the sword in her hand also changed depending on the speed at which Will was emitted.
And the Will that did not dry out was much easier to express freely than to control. There was no choice because it was so big.
That was why it was difficult to control, but because of that, restraint was fun.
What should I say, the joy of endurance?
Encred knew how to endure current desires in order to gain greater pleasure.
And now it was her turn to take that great pleasure.
The fire burning inside my body was burning away the dregs and racing through my body.
It was hot. My hands, my feet, my head, everything was hot.

‘explosion.’

Encred recalled only one word. If Rhinox was moderation, Alexandra was explosion.

‘Blow out.’

Encred took off his feet in time with the boiling Will running all over his body. He then stepped on Ragna’s shoulder and ran. He raised his head and faced the front. The petrification curse that Medusa was spreading was meaningless in front of the exploding Will.
It really was. Medusa’s curse was useless. The Will of rejection became a shield twice as large as usual and bounced everything off.
The tip of his foot caught on the scale. He stepped on the scale that rose like a blade, bent his knees, and jumped up. The stairs were rough. But didn’t he usually enjoy walking on rough roads?
And it wasn’t that rough at this point.
There was no room for distracting thoughts. He couldn’t properly use the cognitive ability that he gained as a knight to slowly perceive his surroundings.
The air that usually felt stuffy as if he was stuck in a swamp was now the same as usual.
That’s how light his body felt. He could feel his omnipotence.
He stepped on the scales again and again, applying strength. His body soared upward as if it had forgotten its weight.
If someone with the qualities of a poet had seen it, he might have called it a march like a snake going against everything.

Kyaaaaah!

Medusa lowered her head and opened her mouth. Green venom spread in a circular shape, repelling raindrops and blocking the way.
Encred held his breath and tightened his grip on the trident.

Tdddddd- cheeeeeeeeeing.

It was like hearing a sound while submerged in water. The sound felt distant, as if it was blocked by an invisible curtain.

Damn it.

The scabbard split. The trident, with excessive force, was pulled out, breaking the scabbard.
Encred’s sword extended toward Medusa’s neck. The blade was on the edge of the ingot. Even with the terrifyingly accelerated cognition, the blade was fast.

* * *

“You crazy bastard.”

Anahera, who had lost her balance and was getting up, could see what Encred had done.
She had somehow managed to get through the group of monsters and advance forward. She could clearly see what Encred had done. She was the only one who could see it.
There was no one here who was so dull that they didn’t notice Medusa, who had been casting the curse of petrification in front of them.
How could they not see the sword dance on top of it?
It was also because Medusa had focused on Encred instead of casting the curse of petrification widely, which gave her some breathing room.
Everyone saw it that way.
The author, who had stepped on Medusa’s tail and jumped up, burst open his scabbard and swung his sword like lightning.
When he went up, it seemed like lightning was rising up against the ground, and the sword he was swinging looked even more so.
The lightning revealed itself through the tool called the sword and struck the monster’s neck.

Pfft!

There was a loud noise like a rock thrown from a slinger hitting a castle wall. The
scales on Medusa’s neck stood up like a shield, but Encred used his strength to break them and eventually tore her neck apart. Black blood poured out from her torn neck. A black
shower mixed with the light rain. But Medusa held on. Was it because her neck wasn’t completely cut off? Even
with her half-severed neck, she was spewing venom from her mouth, and as if the snakes on her head weren’t just decorations, they surged down.
Anajera almost shouted that it was dangerous without realizing it.
Before she could, Encred’s sword moved like crazy, drawing a line in the air. The sword burst out of its scabbard and moved without stopping, cutting off all the snake heads that had been targeting her, and then cutting off Medusa’s half-severed neck.

Phew!

Another eerie noise rings out and Medusa’s head falls from the air. A scream bursts from the dying creature’s mouth.

Kkaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Boom!

As my head hit the ground.

Saa-

Immediately, the image of the serpent crying in the sky blurred.

Swaaaaaaaaaah!

Medusa’s large body fell with a thud through the pouring rain.
And above it, a man appeared with a sword stuck in Medusa’s neck.

“What the heck.”

Anajera screamed, unable to bear the shivers.

Woooooooo!

At the roar of the giant’s vocal cords.

“Wow!”

The human shouts mixed in.
It was the cry of all those watching.
It was a natural reaction, since it was an act that turned the scales that had been tilted for a moment.
And then, behind Encred, who was standing tall, a large black mass flew in and exploded.

pop!

Then his body was engulfed in black flames.
It happened at a moment that no one expected, so everyone opened their mouths and couldn’t react.
What is that? Why doesn’t that fire go out even in the rain?
Questions filled Anajera’s head.
Alexandra, who was watching from one side, was in a similar situation.

“Odinkar.”
“Yes, I am watching.”

It was Odinkar who appeared behind her at the last moment. He fought in her stead. The head of the household told her to hide and wait for the next time.

“It’s because I got influenced by Ragnar while hanging out with him.”

He came to the battlefield saying that.

“If you listen to me, then you’re not Jawoon’s child.”

Alexandra nodded and answered.
After slicing and cutting for a long time, he saved Alexandra.
While ensuring Alexandra’s safety and keeping watch over the surroundings, Encred cut down Medusa. Ragnar’s presence that he had shown earlier was also not small.
The disappearance of the serpent gave everyone some hope.
The person who had done all that was engulfed in black flames.
Alexandra’s body was not normal. Bursting the will put a strain on the body. It was an act that cut off the nerves and burst the muscles.
Of course, it could be used by adjusting it appropriately, but there was no time for that.

“Guard this place, Odin.”

In the meantime, the head of the household who approached spoke.
Tempest Zawn, he finally killed the four monsters that approached.
If we were to judge by their abilities alone, each of them would have been enough to kill a knight, but the head of the household held on.
Instead, Rhinox was badly injured, and he also had a haggard face, but he was able to walk on his own two feet.

“I’ll go too.”

These are the ones who won’t listen even if you tell them to rest. Odinkar wanted to tell them both to rest, but he knew that it wasn’t a situation where that was possible.

“I think it would be right for me to go.”

Instead, I will say this.

“This is an order. Stay here. I’m going to see the face of the man who has tormented my family for twenty years. There will be no compromise.”

Gaju spoke firmly and turned around. Even then, Encrid was still engulfed in black flames.

* * *

Even though it is relatively easy to learn the skills of handling Will, it is not something that can be mastered in an instant.
It is the same with restraint, and it is the same with explosions.
It is something that needs to be studied and practiced in the future to gain a deeper understanding, but I wrote it down.

‘sick.’

From the moment Medusa’s head, which was supposed to be cut off in one blow, was cut off halfway, pain spread throughout her body.

‘yet.’

I could hold on. The galloping Will was still running wild inside my body. It was like a wild horse yearning for freedom.
Encred gave them freedom.
He consumed Will one after another and swung his sword. He balanced himself in the air and cut off the flying snake head, and then he cut off Medusa’s head with Jin’s blade.
And for a short moment, he fainted.
The gap was extremely short, but it was enough for the boatman to put his face in for a moment.
Before he could feel the rippling river, the boatman standing on the boat said.

“If I did it one more time, would I be able to do better? Do you think luck would come that way?”

What I felt from his short and thick words was neither malice nor goodwill. It was a tone that calmly discussed reality.
It was a warning that I would not be able to spend today the same way even if I repeated today.
Without a moment to respond, my mind returned to reality.
The figure of the boatman on the deck quickly disappeared.
It would be okay to say that it was just a moment to blink.
He stood over the dead body of Medusa, his blade stuck into its neck. Even if he had been beaten to death, he could not move right now.
He needed at least a few breaths to recharge his body, but at that very moment, a thick sweet smell entered his nose.

‘order.’

I realized it, but my body was too slow to react. A black mass flew in from behind and exploded.

Hururuk.

The flames spread to his entire body. Normally, it would have been hot and painful, but it wasn’t.
Encrid saw a soft green light enveloping his body. The light smelled like Shinar. It was
the scent of grass that you would smell in a thick forest, and the freshness you would feel when drinking the morning dew.

Basasasak.

Encred felt the underwear given to him by the fairy tribe crumble.
Like dried leaves, his clothes dried and crumbled. The rough texture remained on his skin.
Instead, Encred was able to escape the black flames.
He fell backwards and rolled on the floor, regaining his balance.
It seemed as if screams were bursting out from every part of his body that had rolled due to the fall. Blood flowed out from the hand holding the Samcheol.
Even if you make a small mistake with restraint, it will just drip, but if you use the explosion and fail to stop it properly, it is like cutting through your muscles with a blade.
At this point, you should be thankful that your bones did not break.
This hurts so much?
He also felt a sense of powerlessness.
If you use this without control, it could be called a suicide technique.
If you use Will recklessly while intoxicated by omnipotence, you will die while bleeding from every hole in your body.
It is a future that you can know even without insight.

“Is it a fairy thing?”

It was an old man with an eye on his forehead.
Next to him was a young woman with a horn on her forehead, and behind him was a grotesque-looking monster with flesh roughly attached to a skeleton wearing a robe.
Yes, a monster. To call that a person would be an insult to the intellect.

“Yes, you managed to take down Medusa. That bastard Hescal was so confident, but what is this?”

The horse was as old as an old man. The monster behind him was just looking between Encred and Ragnar with its bulging eyeballs barely hanging on.
It seemed like he knew his identity without anyone saying anything.

“Nice to meet you, Demuil.”

Encred opened his mouth. Ignoring the old man, he spoke to the monster standing behind him.
The sick soul that resided in the rotten body opened its mouth.

“okay.”

Even that voice seemed to reek of rot.

“I think I should introduce myself.”

Encred coughed and vomited along with the words. His intestines were rumbling. His body was in shambles. But he had to say this.

“I am a swordsman.”

Then, a man who had been inspired by Encred started to dance beside him.

“I have two swords.”

Encred held back a cough as he finished mocking his opponent.

“Together, we’re just two swordsmen.”

How could you not wag your tongue when you had the chance to tease your opponent?

“……They’re crazy.”

There was a hint of absurdity in Demuil’s voice, and he seemed human at first glance.