Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 457 – 458

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I learned something from dealing with the Azpen Knights. If you just take the defensive to hold out, you’ll die without being able to do anything.

Now it was a fact I knew from experience.

Encred swung his sword and stepped forward, his black, blood-stained boots pressing against the ground as he advanced.

The sword and feet move together.

There was something I learned from watching Oara’s attack. This is a swordsmanship that incorporates that learning.

Combining the steps and the swordsmanship. It’s just a matter of striking down with the pace of your advance, but of course it wasn’t easy.

It took me over sixty todays to get used to this.

Two blue eyes stretched out, piercing the darkness.

I added my will to the great strength flowing through my body and swung my sword down.

Crackling.

A sword strike containing white lightning swung down from the ghoul’s head to his shoulder.

It felt like part of Ghoul’s body was cut off.

Bam, bam.

However, the ghoul blocked the knight’s attack by pushing away the sword face with his palm.

Our speeds are different. That’s why it was possible.

Encrid was not embarrassed.

All it did was pull out the spark and ignite it again.

The stab, as if it was intended to be blocked, flashed like lightning and aimed for the ghoul’s eye.

Pick.

This attack missed as well. The ghoul turned his head to the side to dodge. Encred slashed the spark to the side. The ghoul moved his feet and took a step, completely out of the sword’s path.

As a result, the ghoul ended up flanking Encred, and the one who dodged it extended his claws.

Encred pulled his chin up and lifted his left shoulder. The bastard’s claws caught in his shoulder blade.

Break!

A piece of armor broke and a piece flew out, hitting my eyebrow.

If the angle had been just a little off, he would have lost an eye, but Encred didn’t blink once, extended his left leg back, secured space to swing his sword, and struck Aker down.

Just because he can fight knights doesn’t mean he’s a knight.

Even though he could imitate Oara’s smile, he could never completely imitate her swordsmanship.

Encred’s next blow extended beyond his opponent’s expectations.

The sword swing, still imbued with monstrous force, aimed for the ghoul’s head.

No matter how hard the bastard’s shell is, the blow just now will hurt. Blood will spurt out and one place will be cut.

Boom! With a noise. The ghoul bent and straightened his knees, kicked the ground, and jumped backwards.

The bastard easily slipped out of the range of the sword strike. I could see a hollow where his foot had been.

How can you avoid that?

The first attack that blew off the shoulder blade was a light, restraining attack, so I was able to avoid it.

It was avoided because their innate physical abilities were different.

And in that attack, Encrid lost his left shoulder blade.

“after.”

Encred retrieved the spark and grabbed Aker with both hands. The tips of the swords pierced the sky at an angle.

I looked at the ghoul while maintaining my posture. I could see its black eyes without pupils.

How many attacks from that bastard can you withstand?

I don’t know. Of course, Encred intended to do it until he won. The fire of his competitive spirit was burning.

But that doesn’t mean I forgot my purpose.

Even if we barely hold on here, it will only be for a little while.

It wasn’t just for a moment because I couldn’t hold out.

Oara’s watch will only last for a moment.

The moment she stepped out, Encred’s day was a failure.

‘therefore.’

Come quickly.

Encred painted pictures based on the senses, and in those pictures there were people who had to hurry back after finishing their work.

If you can’t overpower the ghoul, Oara will step in. Then you just have to kill the ghoul pups before that.

If I failed, it would be no different from today. I didn’t like that.

I won’t see Oara who has lost her smile.

I’ll show you what a proper article is.

So I’m going to twist today.

“Do you believe that you can twist cause and effect?”

At the end of one of the many todays that have passed, the boatman asked.

Encrid answered because he thought it was not a question of faith.

“I just do it.”

He’ll do it until he gets it. That’s the only thing that’s kept him going so far.

The boatman looked at him and laughed.

Is it too optimistic to say that that smile doesn’t look like a mockery to Encred’s eyes?

It was something I didn’t know.

* * *

It was just a hunch.

A premonition that something might happen.

“That’s why I sharpened the axe blade so well. This is the power of foresight in this body.”

Rem took out a sharp, bright blue axe blade and spoke. As he spoke, his steps were very fast.

It wasn’t running, but it was a pace as fast as running.

Dunbakel followed behind without a hitch and answered Rem’s words.

“Don’t you usually go every day?”

The saying goes that foresight is like dog feces.

Sharpening an axe blade every day is nothing special.

Dunbakel was sometimes, if not often, oblivious.

Moreover, he was now a little excited by Encred’s shower of praise.

“Are you saying that because you’re excited about finding a good whetstone?”

At such times, Dunbakel’s tongue was not influenced by the brain. The seed of the sound that came from his chest bore fruit as a voice.

At those words, Rem’s lips twisted upward.

“It’s predictable from there.”

It’s forced.

Admor, who was following behind, thought.

But I didn’t say it out loud. No, I didn’t have time to say it out loud.

Even though I myself had trained without resting, it was difficult to keep up.

It was no different from running at full speed.

It was definitely wiser to keep my mouth shut than to open it and bite my tongue in vain.

Of course, even if he wasn’t running like he is now, Admor would have kept his mouth shut.

He was perceptive. There was a murderous light in the savage’s eyes. If he said one more wrong word, it seemed like the head of the person who started the conversation would be split open, whether he was a monster or not.

But Dunbakel overcame the threat of the axe and spoke provocatively.

“That’s forced.”

The savage made a promise after the fight with a smile that pretended to be kind.

“I’ll see you when you’re done.”

Dunbakel paused for a moment at those words, but his steps did not slow down. Instead, he stuck out his chest and spoke.

“Or so.”

I was determined to prove myself.

So I won’t back down before I even start. The axe blade isn’t flying right in front of me, and that crazy axe-cutter was pushing me as if he was going to kill me, and he almost killed me a few times, but he didn’t have any intention of killing me.

The days I’ve spent so far have been quite sad, to the point where I can’t just dismiss them as training, but the truth is the truth.

So I won’t back down. If I back down to this extent, the proof will be a very distant story.

“Good. Okay, let’s wait and see.”

Rem said, increasing the speed of his feet. Admor followed behind, panting.

And I corrected my prejudice that I had always thought that the words “let’s just wait and see” were almost like empty boasting or bluffing.

What Rem was saying just now was sincere.

You can feel it too.

It was clear that he was a very long man with a bad aftertaste.

“smell.”

Dunbakel, who was running, stopped for a moment and said. Her nose kept twitching.

To the left was a swamp that spread poison, and to the front was a gray forest.

Admor raised his right fist with the back of his hand facing outward to show the following troops.

It was a signal to stop. Everyone shrugged their shoulders and stopped walking.

A cold tension enveloped my whole body.

Why not?

This was a devil’s paradise.

Even soldiers who stayed in the border area and guarded the Thousand Bricks rarely delved deep into the Demon Realm.

No, there was hardly any.

Usually, scouts only scan the surrounding area and do not enter the Demon Realm.

But now there was no choice. As Admor looked at Rem and Dunbakel, a forgotten sense of anxiety surged up.

It felt like someone was cutting into my heart with a thin knife.

‘Rowena.’

Admor’s eyes scanned the surroundings, trying his best to find traces, but he was not a ranger.

It wasn’t easy to see anything.

Usually, reconnaissance involves just scanning the area around the Demon Realm.

Thanks to that reconnaissance, there were instances where a monster was killed just before it became the colony leader, and there were many instances where it predicted the timing of a wave.

But what was supposed to be a routine reconnaissance mission ended in disappearance.

‘please.’

My pounding heart, the damp air, the tension, everything combined to make me feel more tense than usual.

Admor couldn’t take his eyes off her even though he knew his vision was narrowing.

He also looked at the place where Dunbakel said there was a smell.

Beyond the narrowing field of vision, a crouching monster was seen in the forest.

Long legs swayed like a mirage in the darkness.

I saw a bizarre monster moving along the ground. It was a large spider.

A monster called the Giant Spider.

A monster that captures people, wraps them in string, and eats them alive.

‘Why is it so big?’

It was larger than any spider creature Admor had ever seen.

“There are a lot.”

Dunbakel simply ignored the monster’s size and such. Instead, she said a number. She had roughly guessed the number by smell.

As Admor listened to Dunbakel’s words, he also saw a monster covered in feathers moving beyond the spider.

It’s a spider web.

In this area, the Owlbear, known as the Night Reaper, was seen standing still.

No, not just standing there.

‘It looks like they’re waiting just before the assault. Is that right?’

I guess I’m mistaken?

Although they were not in a large formation, the horde of monsters looked ready to charge forward at any moment.

It didn’t feel like an illusion.

What’s more, there’s an owlbear in between?

It was to the point where I could just scream “fu*k!”

When you experience a monster as big as a bear silently attacking you, it’s only natural to feel the urge to pee just by looking at a dark place.

Of course, feeling the need is also a privilege of the survivors.

Usually, coming out and meeting Owlbear was synonymous with having one’s name engraved on a tombstone.

But Rowena wouldn’t have died so easily.

The scouts would have been on the move, ready to watch for the approach of dangerous creatures.

So where are you now?

Damn, why are there so many monsters over there?

Shit, shit, this is fu*king bullshit.

“Hey, relax. I don’t know why I sent you guys here, but I told you, this body’s foresight shined.”

These are the words spoken by a gray-headed savage, only the back of his head visible.

Admor realized he was holding his breath and took a deep breath.

Then, looking ahead, I saw the savage with his hand on the axe handle hanging from his waist. He unsheathed the leather axe case he had made himself and took out the axe.

Admor asked, trying to forget the terrible tension, the unpleasant thought of losing his life and his lover.

“Why do you do whatever you are told without asking any questions?”

Is he that loyal? It didn’t seem like it on the outside.

Admor had a rough idea of ​​what Rem was going to say. He was asking what he already knew.

It was just a question to ease the tension, I wasn’t really curious about it.

In my mind, I assumed that the man named Rem either owed me his life or at least swore loyalty to me.

But the answer that came out of Rem’s mouth was so absurd that Admor momentarily forgot his tension.

“I’m helping you because you asked for help.”

“… … Um, what? Yes?”

Admor asked back without realizing it. No, he was just saying something out of surprise.

Dunbakel, who was listening from the side, wrinkled his nose and added a word.

“I asked you for help earlier.”

No, when?

Admor thought back to their conversation earlier for a moment.

Are my ears malfunctioning? Are they damaged from worrying about my lover?

Admor turned his head back and looked at his subordinate’s face.

He saw his expression on his subordinate’s face. The subordinate spoke with an expression on his face.

What the hell are you talking about?

“I asked for help, so I helped. I’m not the type of person to say something like that.”

Rem spoke and Admor asked questions, achieving the desired effect. For a moment, he forgot his anxiety and tension.

Also, he gave up daring to judge his opponent.

So I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t say anything else. He wasn’t someone I could communicate with.

The conversation was brief. When Admor looked down, he saw bootprints and other things on the floor. There was also evidence of something being dragged.

I’m not particularly good at finding traces, but it caught my eye so clearly.

Broken trees and tough trunks lay scattered around, indicating what they were trying to do.

What on earth are you doing here?

It’s around this time that questions like this arise.

Woohoo.

The gray forest trembled.

I felt a vibration. My body started shaking.

At that moment, Rem turned his head back. A smile appeared on his face.

It wasn’t a smile that brought to mind a smiling Aura.

It was like a mischievous child discovering a really fun toy.

It was the smile of a mischievous child who always causes accidents.

Just then, clouds covered the moon and Rem’s face darkened. For a moment, Admor felt that Rem had disappeared.

Just when I thought I couldn’t see his crooked smile.

Rem really is gone.

He lightly kicked the ground and ran forward, but his speed was too fast for Admor’s eyes to keep up with.

I was able to do that because I took advantage of the darkness and ran while ducking.

Admor didn’t see Rem run, but he knew he was moving forward.

puck!

I couldn’t help but notice that the head of the monster that had been standing in front of me was split open.

So what is your job?

He sent a signal.

All forces are advancing at a rapid pace. We are walking through the path they are opening and closing the gaps in our forces.

The soldiers were skilled in this kind of thing, having been matched with the assistance of the Knights.