Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 486

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There are those who are stronger in real life than in training.

What is the reason?

Why does it show a stronger side in real life?

It could be because of their outstanding senses, or it could be a difference in talent.

Or maybe it’s because we only show focus in moments of crisis.

In fact, Encred lacks all of these talents. He has none.

Because my senses were ordinary, I was clumsy at dealing with irregular attacks.

There was no flash of originality or ingenuity.

Concentration that only activates in moments of crisis? If there was something like that, then so many people wouldn’t have died by now.

There is no such thing. However, Encred had past experiences.

There were countless hours of training, practice, and practice.

‘What if I twist it like this? What if I throw it like that? What if I spill it and hit it right away?’

After thinking about it, I put it into practice and repeated it.

Jeongjunghwankwaeyu, this is after learning the techniques appropriate to each branch of swordsmanship.

I’ve been doing it like that without stopping or getting tired.

It is a method that goes beyond ignorance and can be said to be stupid.

There was also a process of applying what was obtained in that way to real-life situations one by one.

Because I had no talent, I had to repeat it over and over again.

The differences in small movements that you realize in the meantime.

What others could swing ten times would have been enough, but he had to swing it a hundred times. If a hundred times was not enough, he had to swing it a thousand times.

Then what happens?

We end up focusing on the essence rather than the utility of technology. That’s the only way. If you don’t understand it, you can’t get past it.

Why is it intended to involve clashing blades among the passing techniques?

Why do you twist your body to avoid the blade after the contact? Why do you twist it so that the middle of the blade touches your elbow?

Turning your body halfway gives you a chance to crush your opponent’s hand.

By placing the middle of the blade inside the elbow, you can use your arm strength to grab the point where you are applying force, making it impossible for the opponent to use force for a moment.

So do I really have to twist my body?

If you need to approach, you can do it with footsteps.

No, do we really have to hold hands?

How do I return a throw?

That’s the essence. That’s why action is necessary.

I repeated, pondered, reviewed, and practiced that countless times.

I did it even as I was dying.

I did it even though I wasn’t dead.

That’s why Encrid was much stronger in real combat than in training.

The attitude of constantly challenging made a difference when facing real situations.

The blue eyes shone with light.

The apostle was a master of necromancy.

If we look at only the magic of command, he was a skilled person who even Esther could defeat.

‘It won’t work with fluids.’

The fluid state makes it impossible for me to properly use my spell world. I block it with a curtain and use the prepared magic.

There were artificial relics that were imbued with magical powers from offerings obtained from the West and made from treasures obtained from the Demon Realm.

I was planning to use that.

Forget about fear. If you are consumed by fear, you will not be able to cast spells properly.

The math started to roll in my head, but it all went wrong from the start.

The apostle did not even see Encred’s sword strike.

Boom, boom, boom!

All I could see was the curtain I had created cracking and breaking in the time it took to take a breath.

‘Shall I hold on? I will hold on.’

Just before the curtain broke, the apostle chanted another spell.

“Eight brothers of the Gulag!”

The world of the spell opens. Eight ghouls burst out. On the ground, in the air at waist height, and in the space above their heads, pitch-black, lump-like holes appear, and monsters burst out from within.

To be exact, it was an artificial ghoul created by magic.

The one with long arms, the one with long legs, the one with a long tongue, the one with poison, etc.

There are eight monsters, each with their own unique characteristics.

This was the apostle’s bad luck.

Encred experienced a knight-level ghoul in the Gray Forest Demon Realm, which was the enemy of the city of Oara.

The experience I gained at that time also remained vivid.

The owner of the blue eyes swung the sword in his hand eight times.

Step your left foot out to the side and do a diagonal slash once, then pull your right foot out and do a sideways slash.

Pull the sword again and cut the water purifier.

Meanwhile, I thought of the arm of the guy who was digging his nails as a blade and gently pushed it against the blade before stabbing him.

The killing power was sufficient, as hitting gently did not turn the blade into a ball of cotton.

It is a type of sword called a snake sword.

Next, he wraps his blade around and swings it horizontally, cutting off the ghoul’s neck.

After that, he wrapped it around and stabbed the chest, then raised his sword upwards as if pulling it, splitting the remaining ghoul’s head vertically.

He made a cap on the head of the seventh ghoul, the one with three eyes, with a horizontal slash from above, and switched to holding the sword with his left hand to stab with one hand.

Of course, it was a speed that was invisible to the eyes of the spell caster.

Pok, bang, pok, slap, pop, thud, thud, pok.

The eight manifested ghouls were killed by having their throats cut, holes in their heads, or skull caps removed.

The eyes of the apostle holding the holy relic grew wide.

He saw two long lines, a blue line, and then a silver line that continued beyond it.

As the movement of the line increased infinitely, time slowed down.

‘Let’s stop it.’

There are still many orders ready.

It would be a gully curtain.

It has the power to absorb physical shock.

In addition, I have many protective relics that protect my body. I also modified my skin.

What happens after you block it?

Let’s use the holy relic. If we use the artificial holy relic, all the giants placed there will have the power of monsters.

So, all the westerners who were defeated before will turn into two giants who were called monsters.

Then I can kill everyone here.

If that’s not enough, you can unleash the power of the holy relic.

Then no one, including yourself, will be able to survive.

I will summon a golem made of blood from my world of orders and detonate it by attaching a holy object to it.

The blood of a thousand people is condensed. If that amount were to burst, no one would be able to survive.

It’s a secret technique called blood explosion.

That’s right. There is a way. The calculations are done. All you have to do is move.

The thoughts continued, but the tongue did not move to chant the spell.

The silver line was faster than that. The silver line that Aker had transformed into reached the Apostle’s neck.

It was a series of coincidences.

Encred recently came to a realization.

That what he was holding in his hand was a magic sword.

Learned how to pressure a wizard through Esther.

The apostle had no idea that the fight would start like this.

The apostle usually enjoyed preaching and revealing his intentions.

That’s what I was trying to say first.

Encred answered with his sword, silently ignoring all the proceedings.

Ddddddddd!

Aker, who had become a silver thread, was briefly blocked in front of the Apostle’s neck.

Of course, it was a moment. It was a gap in time that the apostle could not perceive.

It was because the defensive relic he had was activated.

Among them, there was one that made the skin slippery like an oily toad.

There was also a steel-like curtain that was one foot thick placed right in front of the struck area.

He is an apostle of the Magical Church and is prepared for battle.

Naturally, he carried many different relics with him.

His body was also grafted with monster skin, making it incomparably tougher than a human’s.

Of course, all of that would mean nothing if the neck fell off the body.

It is a sword that is perfectly controlled with the correct posture, with the left foot as the axis.

A sword that swipes through the essence of technology. A sword strike that includes a knight’s strike.

Aker tore through the opponent’s defenses and preparations. The relic had finished its work and crumbled in the apostle’s arms.

Are you lacking in sharpness? Then you can make up for it with strength.

He was able to capture the exact target with a single point of concentration, and his powerful heart gave him strength.

Phew!

The apostle’s head floated in the air.

The head, which had been sticking out, fell to the floor.

The apostle’s body fell over the corpses of the half-blood giant and fairy.

“father!”

He was one of the clans of soothsayers that had emerged from the canyon. He was a young man, too young to be young, with teardrop and dagger markings on his body.

Along with his shouts.

Shut up!

Suddenly, all the giants let out a roar that was almost like a scream. They raised their heads and shouted, causing purple veins to rise up on their muscles.

Pitter-patter!

His muscles bulged and his eyes lit up as if someone had shone a torch into them.

Her hair began to wilt and her skin began to take on a deep copper hue.

The transformed giant’s appearance seemed to push away the surrounding sunlight and wind.

Most of the Apostle’s will was burned and could not be realized, but the one will that was placed in the artificial relic was activated as a spell.

It was the awakening of all the giants present.

“Inom!”

As soon as Encred killed the apostle, he felt the momentum coming from behind him and turned around to swing Aker.

It was a light sword strike, but it wasn’t a sword strike that anyone could dodge or block.

Because it’s a combination of power and speed at an angle that’s tricky to avoid.

earth!

But it got blocked.

Is this blocked? Surprisingly, Encrid didn’t.

He retrieved the sword he had swung sharply and struck it down again at the same angle.

This time, it was a heavy, sword-style clavicle-splitting strike. It was a thrusting, not a cutting, strike.

The opponent was half floating.

As he swung his sword, Encred’s eyes scanned his opponent’s clothing and posture.

A short fur vest, trousers, a toshi, a face print, and a black stick stuck diagonally on the back? A blade made of obsidian.

What stopped Aker was a dagger called a karambit.

The dagger was so strong that it neither broke nor cut Aker.

The teeth on the blade are just slightly worn out.

There was resentment and curses in his eyes.

He eventually blocked the second stab as well.

He twisted the dagger and released the sword’s power.

This was truly amazing.

If we are to judge by the talent he possesses, I would say he is no less than Rem.

You may be behind right now, but if you leave it alone, you will grow quickly.

He blocked Encred’s attack by simply changing the direction of the blade with his dagger, and rolled backwards as soon as he hit the ground. Encred stopped chasing him. He was following his sixth sense’s warning.

As he rolled backwards, an obsidian spear floated into the air.

A feat? No, it was sorcery.

Without even touching it, the javelin floated into the air and flew towards me.

The sensory skills stopped because they sounded a warning.

Encred thought there was something holding the spear, even though he couldn’t see it.

I didn’t know if it was an ancestral god or something like that in the West.

Tidding!

It wasn’t even a problem to stop it.

I checked the speed at which the blade was flying and swung it against the blade.

After that, he took a big step forward, and as he did so, he turned Aker half a turn behind his head and brought his sword down so that it was perpendicular to the ground.

All movements are done in one breath.

Phew!

This time too, Aker failed to cut down his enemy. He drew a line in the air.

It was because the guy who acted like he was going to attack without thinking twice backed away.

The man who had stepped back stretched out his left hand. With a clang, he was wearing some kind of jewelry, and there were gold bells on each finger of his left hand.

The bastard opened his mouth, raising his left hand and shaking it.

“I will take away your eyes.”

Encred blinked. Nothing happened.

The man who stretched out his left hand stopped there.

Suddenly.

He ground his teeth and shouted again.

“Take three steps and fall down!”

The first was the curse of the blind, the second was the curse of the lame.

Of course it didn’t work.

Encrid felt no ominousness.

I just had a random thought that maybe the boatman was somewhere bending over and trimming the boat.

“It’s delicious!”

Or maybe he would have been shouting something like this:

“It’s you. You swallowed the curse.”

A young voice was heard. The man glared at Encred as if he was going to kill him, then ran away. He stamped his feet on the ground a few times, and his body blurred and disappeared into the distance.

Encred threw a dagger as he watched them run away.

The dagger flew away and was stuck in the sorcerer’s back.

His body staggered for a moment, but then ran away.

It was too fast to chase. It’s not like I couldn’t chase, but there were more pressing issues.

The giant and the black warrior were still fighting behind them.