Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 479

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Two giants are visible.

Encrid walked forward.

Ziva, Geomnaray, the woman who tells jokes, Hira, Rem, Ayul, the things the Westerner showed us, the jokes they told.

Those things came to mind while I was walking.

Is it worth keeping? I think so.

“I’ll chew it all up!”

A thunderous roar burst from the giant’s mouth.

Encred didn’t stop walking, nor did he take his eyes off the two giants.

Can you perfectly gauge someone’s skills just by looking at them? No.

Does that seem like it would be a loss? No, it definitely wasn’t.

Encrid didn’t seem like he would lose. He didn’t feel that way at all.

The tribesmen called the two best fighters among the giants monsters.

Among the Westerners who spoke of giants, some showed fear, while others forced themselves to muster up courage.

Encred felt eyes on him.

Their eyes, their gaze, their concern were on my back. I felt it.

The giants were still visible. They filled my vision. They obscured my view of the rest of the West.

“It’s dangerous to go alone!”

The Westerner who had been showing hostility from behind, or to be precise, who had a crush on Chiba’s mother, shouted.

Is that so? Is it dangerous?

I don’t know about that.

However, I felt like I could do it and wanted to do it.

“One is not enough!”

The giant looked at Encred and said, “You are just food. You are walking towards me with a sword, so do you think I am food? You don’t even have eyes to see.”

Encred raised his head and looked into the bastard’s eyes.

Nothing was visible except appetite and greed. It was no different from an animal.

I thought it might be okay to call it a monster.

Ting.

I release the scabbard clasp with my thumb and draw the Aker. The blade reveals itself in the warm sunlight.

“Don’t interfere.”

Encred opened his mouth. He spoke to Rem, who was following him.

Then Rem frowned and asked back.

“Why?”

Why are you going out alone? This is it.

“I think it’s right for the person who fights harder and better to step forward.”

Instead of answering the question with the word ‘necessarily’, Encred gave a different answer. It was a firm statement of intent.

“… … This is fu*king crazy. Seriously.”

Rem muttered.

It’s true that Encred is ahead of Rem now.

Two giants, their skin was reddish.

Encrid was curious about the color of their blood.

As he continued to advance forward, he suddenly stopped. It was the perfect position for the giant to swing his club and hit him to death.

Even after the fight in Oara, Encred did not neglect his training.

Next to him was Rem as his sparring partner, and Luagarne also helped.

Sometimes, Dunbakel would also come forward as a sparring partner.

Encred was as usual. He repeated the same things. It was training and discipline.

All of this was mixed in time, and a small flower bud formed inside Encrid.

It combines what I learned from Knight Oara, what she left behind, and the results of the repetitions over the years.

The petals of the bud began to open one by one.

“Just the two of you?”

Encred asked, taking up his sword.

There were those who found joy in peace.

And there were things that broke that peace.

They were the ones right in front of Encred.

Those who destroy the peace, those who threaten the West, the people, and life.

* * *

Luagarne unconsciously grabbed the handle of the Loop Sword.

‘What is it?’

Encrid was the same as before. No, it wasn’t the same.

He swung his sword. He swung it long. He aimed it at the air. No. The giant’s instep appeared where the sword landed.

It was because the giant suddenly moved his foot and tried to kick Encred.

That is, he swung the sword in advance toward the place where his feet would move.

It was a feat that was possible because he observed and understood the movements of the muscles and movements.

Hoong, sizzle!

Aker’s blade gently brushed the giant’s instep. It passed by, cutting and slicing.

The giant swung his fist at Encrid, who dodged.

Encrid moved sideways with a frog-like gait.

It seemed like he was shifting his weight to the left, then he flew to the right.

bang!

The fist struck the ground, causing the ground to shake, dust to rise, and dirt and rocks to fly in all directions.

“This guy.”

The difference in level was clear.

Giants do not know training, discipline, or effort. They are born with different qualities.

It seemed like the giant who survived until now and kept talking big was that strong.

The terrain changed as a heavy fist struck the ground. Beyond the crater, a thin line was drawn between the rising dust.

Luagarne narrowed her eyes.

The line is bent?

A curved line is drawn like a thread.

Frock’s eyes guessed the identity of the line.

It’s Aker. It’s Encrid. It’s the sword he wields. It’s also something that contains Oara’s swordsmanship.

The long, uninterrupted slash of the sword cut across the giant’s forearm, shin, and waist.

Phew!

A deep cut was made near the giant’s waist, and blood gushed out.

It was covered in fur on the outside, but it was useless.

The Aker was sharp, and whoever held it could handle Will.

Although the dust was still there, it was easy to find Encrid’s presence within it.

Two blue lights appeared.

The owner with the purple eyes stepped on the giant’s instep and kicked his knee, jumping upwards.

“Kwaa!”

The giant waved his hands in front of me with a scream-like shout.

He even put down the club he was holding.

“I will help you!”

Another giant ran towards him and swung his open palm.

The giant with his waist cut off clapped his hands together, aiming for Encred, who was climbing up in front of my chest.

Zzz!

Of course, it was a waste of time. The palms of both hands that were swinging as if catching a fly made a clapping sound, and the palm of another giant that ran to help hit my comrade’s chest with a bang.

“evil!”

The giant screamed.

Encrid had already stepped on the giant’s shoulder and fallen behind him.

He didn’t just pass by. He rode over the giant, drew his gladius, and slashed the giant’s back as if he were drawing a line against the wall.

Ddddddddddd.

“Ahhhhh!”

The giant’s screams erupted one after another. Purple blood flowed out from his waist, legs, arms, and back.

The giant, with one knee still on the ground, waved his hands back and forth.

The man who wanted to help grabbed the club with both hands and struck his comrade’s back diagonally.

Phew!

The wind pressure is such that the dust disappears.

Encrid had already disappeared from his seat.

The club swung through the air again, and the giant fell to his knees with a loud thud, a new nose sprouting out of the center of his nasal bone.

The name of that nose was Aker.

Encred pulled out his sword, starting from his chin and piercing through his face.

Blood flowed along the sword that came out, shattering the bone.

Purple blood gushed from his face and the giant’s body leaned forward.

thud.

One fell headfirst into the ground. A giant fell from the forehead.

It was the same posture as Chiba’s mother, but one side was expressing gratitude, and the other side was just a corpse.

“What are you!”

The remaining giant shouted.

Is this someone you need to talk to?

no.

Encred swung his sword again.

Luagarne didn’t sweat because he was a frog.

Instead, he kept moving his tongue and rolling his eyes.

‘article?’

No, it wasn’t. But even after going through everything I’d seen and heard so far, it was something I’d never seen before.

‘He is not a knight.’

If we have to be exact, it’s somewhere between a knight and a cadet.

In other words, should we say that he is the strongest knight on the continent?

Not a knight, but not a knight either.

Although he cannot use his will as he pleases, when the moment calls for it, the swordsmanship he has forged with his willpower will inevitably burst forth.

It was like that a little while ago.

The step speed when avoiding the giant’s club was different.

The speed of the subsequent extended stabs was different.

It was a stab similar to the one that killed the ghoul the other day, so the giant did not dare to dodge and died.

The remaining giant was frightened. He rolled his eyes and said,

“I actually don’t like humans!”

The three giants I saw before knew how to use their heads, but this guy wasn’t one of them.

He just kept talking nonsense.

“I’m not eating. I’m going! I’m going like this!”

Sometimes it is said on the continent that giants are stupid, but if they were really that stupid, they would not have survived until now.

It’s not that the giants are stupid, it’s just that they have a remarkably low IQ.

Encred dropped his arm as he looked at the man whose wrist was half severed.

To Luagarne’s eyes it looked like he was preparing for the final blow, but to the giant it simply looked like he was letting his guard down.

“Do you believe me? Thank you. I have many treasures. I will give you treasures.”

As he spoke, he slowly took two steps closer.

The giant’s two steps should have been called strides, but since he walked with his soles on the ground, looking around, it looked funny, so he seemed to be walking slowly.

The bastard noticed something and then swung the club he was holding.

At the same time, Encred also swung his sword.

The sword continues, mixing in the middle sword style. Encred’s body slid forward as his feet dropped.

Of course, only Rem noticed all those movements.

It was a sword fight of that level.

The advancing body becomes a line, and the curve drawn by the sword becomes a blade that cuts anything.

Wood crunch.

It is a sword that cuts through muscles, bones, nerves, etc.

The club struck the empty space with a thud again.

“Krrrrr.”

If the placenta was cut deep enough to span from chest to stomach, it would be more normal to foam at the mouth than to speak.

However, the giant’s vitality was so great that it stretched its legs backwards until the very end.

Encred took it with his sword-wielding fist.

Bam!

Woodduck.

The bone burst through the skin on the top of his foot. Blood spurted out. And the giant died.

Silence, stillness descended.

Encred wiped his blade on the dead giant’s fur coat without a care. The entire area was covered in purple blood.

It was a day with clouds blocking the sun, but that didn’t mean it blocked all the sunlight.

As if on cue, the clouds cleared and light poured down.

Sunlight brighter than ever.

The chieftain, who was watching, half cried.

In fact, the largest tribe in the West was on the verge of destruction.

Despair came in many names.

Foreign wizards, curses, giants.

I was able to remove the curse, but I couldn’t feel relieved.

Because the giant remains.

But then the giant died.

It is the stone that killed, ate, and crushed my tribe.

The stonemason who had broken the stone turned around, caught in the light. No, he turned around and then turned around again, showing his back.

His gaze turned to the lands of the West.

“I can see it now.”

He said, looking at the horizon.

Across the beautiful plain, the connected lines were extremely beautiful.

The chieftain wept.

Because holding back tears is not Western-like.

“Welcome the great warrior.”

The chief said.

It was a word that burst out in a state of overwhelming emotion.

It was the highest praise for someone who had saved a tribe.

“Welcome the warrior!”

Someone echoed the chieftain’s shout.

Hira, who had been watching after waking up, opened his mouth wide.

I was surprised to see twins fighting, but this is something.

He crossed the line. He’s a monster. His skills and abilities were like that.

The man Rem brought had threatened my tribe. The simple fact sent shivers down Hira’s spine.

“Ahhh.”

Hira let out a groan of excitement. He felt a thrill similar to when he was possessed by a god.

Some of the sorcerers feel a thrill.

The warriors guarding the West clenched their fists.

Since Geomnaray knew Rem’s skills, she also knew that Rem would never be able to handle two giants on her own.

That was the reason why he came out wearing armor on his ill body and collecting totems one by one.

But instead of having two giants like Rem, there was someone in front of him who was slicing and chopping alone.

“You’re not fighting a little better than that guy Rem.”

Geomna-rae muttered.

The gap was clear, not just a little.

Of course, that was what Geomna-rae said because she didn’t know the current Rem.

But Rem also had similar feelings.

‘I’m starting to feel a little impatient.’

It doesn’t matter if I lose to Encred.

But this is not it.

A spell was needed.

Encred was setting foot on an unknown land, using his sword as his staff as he advanced.

Rem had no intention of just watching.

The warrior who had just finished off the threat of the tribe with a sword turned around and looked at the horizon, asking a favor.

“Some water to wash with.”

It was because the giant’s blood was so disgusting.

“Savior!”

Someone shouted.

Enthusiasm, enthusiasm, and such engulfed the entire tribe.

It was hot.

“This is it. This is what the dawn bird should cry about.”

Geomna-rae added as she watched it.

The morning glory does not cry, for it is the bird that moves and guides the sun.

The fact that the bird was crying meant that it was a great surprise, but in a good way.

Geomna-rae sat down. To be honest, she didn’t even have the strength to stand. Then she started to get a little worried.

‘I said let’s spar.’

It felt like I had done it for nothing.