Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 520

Encred, standing in the 520th martial arts field, grabbed Aker’s grip.

From the side, he looked like he was standing awkwardly in a corner of the training ground, gripping his sword and muttering to himself.

So, it was difficult for the behavior to appear normal.

It didn’t matter since it was a training ground where no one but the madmen came.

And even if anyone had been watching, Encrid would have acted the same way.

His eyes burned like flames as before.

“Tell me. You’re not here just to chat, are you? Show me what you’ve got. I’ll leave you a review of the content left by the previous knights.”

Encred’s words were a little fast. A moderate amount of excitement was building momentum.

The moment I thought that I had something to gain from the Akeran Demon Sword, I couldn’t help it.

Even if I have to break it, I will learn what this sword contains.

It was the kind of momentum that made everyone on one side of the barracks look at Encred.

So, Encred was there, with the same longing and enthusiasm as when I first saw him, to the point that my worries were insignificant.

“Who was I worried about?”

This is what Rem said as he sat on the stump chair, sharpening the axe blade, and let out a hollow laugh.

“Did the guide get lucky?”

Ragnar was lying in the shade opposite Rem, dozing off, then raised his head and spoke.

The momentum was enough to wake him up, but Ragna blinked briefly and went back to sleep without even removing the boogers from his eyes.

Saxon just leaned his back against the pillar of the building and watched.

Although he would never say it out loud, Saxon secretly agreed with the barbarian.

Are you worried about your longing disappearing? Who?

That man was still the same. He hadn’t changed.

When I was first assigned to a squad, and when I was learning the art of sensing.

‘It’s the same.’

A human being created with passion and longing.

“You’re back, brother.”

Audín said with a smile. He was studying the Word with Teresa.

The Bible says that opportunity comes to those who wait for it.

Teresa chewed on those words several times.

‘The wind that never gives up.’

She’s seen and learned that from Encred. Before and now.

But is simply having the tenacity to not give up all that’s needed?

In her eyes, Encrid seemed more excited now than when he became a knight.

It is about enjoying the process of achieving something more than achieving it. It is about wanting to learn more than to perfect something.

So where does longing come from?

Anticipation. Anticipation of joy, anticipation of ecstasy.

That was the current Encred. Teresa had a small epiphany and began to pray quietly.

I offer all my longing, my joy, my delight, all my joy to You.

Then a faint light flowed from her shoulder. It was a tiny speck of light that you wouldn’t notice unless you looked right in front of your nose, and it quickly disappeared.

So no one saw it. Even Audin couldn’t see it because his gaze was turned towards Encrid, but Audin felt Teresa’s change because he possessed divinity.

Audin’s gaze turned back to Teresa. She was focused on prayer. He saw a miracle right before his eyes.

The Holy Spirit left its mark on her, a half-giant and a cultist.

“The Lord has shown great mercy to us today.”

Audyn said. Teresa nodded. She couldn’t tell exactly, but Teresa knew she had gained something.

Now, since this is something you can slowly figure out from now on, there is no need to rush and ask what it is.

She was originally very patient, but after she found true faith, her patience deepened even more.

“Have you seen the light? Then run towards the light.”

“I’m more passionate about training than ever before,” said Luagarne.

The whip she was holding fell to the floor.

I was swinging the whip around in a frenzy when I stopped because too much oil was coming out of my body.

Then he looked at Encred and said:

It was also something she said to herself.

He was on the older side among the Proks. In human terms, he would be middle-aged.

Of course, since humans and frogs are different species, counting their age in the same way would be meaningless.

However, one thing was similar.

Training at that age?

Aging comes to everyone equally.

Luagarne was a member of the Frock species, and was at the point where aging was upon him.

It’s not the right age to train.

It would have been appropriate to add something like this to that.

The end is obvious, so what kind of training is Prock doing?

The Proks are a natural combat race. They have excellent physical strength and their skin makes even the most powerful weapons useless. Incompetent swordsmen can’t even think of fighting the Proks.

Most of the time, Prok simply repeated what he had learned through practice.

That alone was enough, and he knew his own limitations all too well because he had an eye for talent.

Limits are something that cannot be overcome. Prock knows this all too well. He has the same sense of talent reading.

But what if there is an author who overcomes that wall of limitations right in front of his eyes countless times, really countless times?

It was the first time in her life that Luagarne had felt this way. She felt not a desire to teach, but a desire to grow.

She also enjoyed the present.

Even if I can’t move forward like this, I will be satisfied.

She learned that from Encred.

Frock’s arm muscles trembled with exertion. Luagarne puffed out her cheeks, enjoying the trembling.

Encred was usually the type to listen to anyone who spoke, but when he fell in love with a sword, he would close his ears like a madman. He was just obsessed and yearning.

The sight of him swinging his sword while drooling overlapped with the present.

That’s why Encrid just stood there, not listening to anyone.

He was listening to Aker, whether everyone was watching him or not.

yes.

The sword trembled and conveyed its intention based on will.

-You have fulfilled the fourth condition.

I like that there are no excuses.

-Then shall we talk face to face now?

Before he could open his mouth to say anything, the sword conveyed its will.

The second word followed as soon as the first was spoken. Encred didn’t blink once and watched the green and white light flowing out from Aker’s blade.

The light filled the vast surroundings, erasing everything around it.

Then the wind blew.

Passsssssss.

The wind blew, shaking the grass that had grown up to my ankles.

It was a field of grass. And it went on endlessly.

It was about noon. A shadow was slightly protruding from under my feet, rounded to the right.

It didn’t last long, so the sun was directly overhead.

It was moderately bright and neither too hot nor too cold.

The sun was a little warm, but the breeze provided an appropriate amount of coolness.

“Is this the first time we’ve met like this?”

And there was a man standing in front of Encred, just five steps away.

He had an Aker-like sword on his shoulder, raised diagonally without a scabbard, and his appearance was ordinary.

Brown eyes with light brown hair.

Just because it looked common doesn’t mean it looked common.

The sword draped over his shoulder seemed ready to be thrown at any moment, and both legs were planted straight on the ground.

There was no sign of any weakness in the posture.

“who?”

“Aker.”

Aker narrowed his eyes.

Why are you asking my name here, Kimpa? You already know everything.

It was a look that seemed to be saying this.

Encred dropped his hand. A sword that looked exactly like his opponent’s was in his hand.

There was no other equipment. No armor, no throwing daggers.

The same was true of the phantom that revealed itself as Aker.

Two swords and two people, no, one person and one ghost, that was all.

“It’s a look of unpleasant thoughts.”

“at all.”

“That’s right, I’m in your conscious world and I share this to some extent.”

Aker, a ghost with light brown hair, raised his left hand and tapped my temple as he spoke.

“Isn’t that fatal?”

“Don’t worry. I’m just recognizing some emotions.”

The ghost Aker spoke, closing one eye and holding his index finger and thumb close in front of my eyes.

“What are you worried about?”

“I’m saying this because I’m ready to fight right away.”

Aker grinned. He smiled. The wind blew. The grass rustled. The ghost sneezed and sneezed. Still, his posture remained intact. There was no gap.

What will happen if I stab him like this? He will react. Encrid is short, but he has seen what will happen next.

The opponent will avoid the stab by wiping his nose and immediately raise his sword to strike.

It will try to predict your own movements by hitting vertically and then bending.

Should I calculate that and close the distance by stabbing?

Encrid couldn’t do that.

If you stab, your opponent will not dodge, but will swing their sword to strike your weapon.

Two futures seemed to appear at the same time.

That wasn’t the end.

Instead of striking the stabbing sword, if you meet its tip, it will instantly seal the weapon and strike the blade with your fist.

It wouldn’t be able to break the sword, but it would be able to shake the hand that was holding it momentarily.

If you shake like that, you’ll start out breathless.

‘Hmm?’

Encred saw his opponent make three responses at the same time.

And the fourth and fifth responses too.

The numbers kept increasing.

His posture remained unchanged, but his response changed at every moment.

“Even if we talk face to face, it doesn’t seem like he’ll start talking. What do you think? Isn’t it fun? Some people ignore him and call him a scapegoat, but he used him well when he was alive. If you know how to use Will, you can do things like this. It’s a way to seal the future.”

Will is will. The intangible power created by will can also create momentum.

For example, if you have the will to hit the head of the guy standing in front of you right now, you will unconsciously get into a posture to hit him.

A comfortable position to raise your hands with your shoulders relaxed.

Then, the opponent will unconsciously prepare to block his head.

The future was an insight that read movements and momentum.

What Aker’s ideology did now was to mix the willpower called Will in various ways, twist the momentum in a complex way, and show it to the opponent, thereby destroying their insight and their eyes to see the future.

What if Rem unconsciously swings an axe and renders the future pointless?

This one divided the branches of consciousness into dozens and showed them to the other person, influencing their senses.

“It’s not easy.”

Encred muttered.

“You were trying to eat it all up in one go? You have no conscience.”

Even though he muttered softly, the ghost managed to understand and responded.

“Do you know how to explain it easily?”

“If you ask me to tell you right away, do I have to tell you?”

“Aren’t you going to tell me?”

Why is this kid so shameless? What’s more, the look in his eyes is pure longing.

Was that the kind of look he had when he threw himself off a cliff? I don’t know.

It might be awkward for Aker, but Encrid was capable of more than this when it came to learning.

“Three conditions are annoying enough, but has anyone passed the hidden fourth condition? Of course not. So since you’re the first one and I have a lot to say, you want me to give you the technique without even listening to my explanation? Wow, I don’t like that.”

Aker said with a forced smile.

Encred was ready to listen to Aker. The first step in his preparation was to check if the blindfold that blocked his opponent’s vision of the future was effective.

I couldn’t help it. I came back after seeing not one, but four pairs of burning eyes.

The eyes of the giant merchant, the eyes of the craftsman Eitri, the eyes of the jeweler Prok, and the eyes of the boy who wanted to be a healer.

The spark in Encred’s heart had not gone away to begin with, but this was like pouring oil on the remaining spark.

Encrid was burning brightly.

I wanted to learn something and do something.

Whether it’s sparring or training.

Test my skills now.

Look at my sword.

I can learn anything. So teach me.

Encred’s momentum was more clear and vivid than ever before, pressuring his opponents.

It was a refreshing pressure.

It doesn’t make you feel like you’re going to die if you move, nor does it threaten to cut you down wherever you go.

I want to learn everything. That kind of momentum came across as intimidating.

So, rather than saying it was coercion, it should be said that it was encouragement to boost the spirit of victory.

It was a momentum that made the opponent want to fight.

The moment he got the feeling that there was something hidden from Aker, it was only natural that Encred would pick up Aker and start roasting him.

“really.”

earth!

“I don’t like it.”

Encred held his breath and raised both arms in an instant. After pointing the tip of his sword toward the sky, he then brought his left foot forward as the pivot and his right foot forward, and swung his sword down. It was an honest and solid diagonal slash.

Aker chose one of the actions shown in the future poem.

He raised his sword and struck diagonally, moving sideways.

That was how the two swords met and the friction sound of “thud!” was made, and Aker had said everything he wanted to say.

The round shadow of the sword-wielding spectre, Aker, lengthened sideways.

Encred’s gaze followed Aker’s feet and sword. Encred lifted his feet along with his gaze and stabbed the sword.

Blue eyes drew long lines, leaving an afterimage.

It was a speed that could be seen because it was a knight.

A normal person would have been stabbed and killed before even seeing the afterimage.

Of course, even in the imaginary world, Aker was not affected.

Even though it was only an ideological form, it was like a knight within the conscious world.

Because Aker was originally a weapon imbued with such a spell.

The future city shows dozens of futures. Encrid expected his opponent to choose one of them this time, but Aker shattered his expectations.

He grabbed the grip of his sword with his right hand and the area around his ricasso with his left, and blocked Encred’s sword with all his might.

Zzz!

A shock wave occurred as two identical swords met.

The grass blades lay down and rose in a circle around the two.

Pasasasasasasasasasa.

The sound of the grass moving was really loud.

It was stopped by the defensive stance made by the black Aker, who changed his center of gravity and struck down with all his might.

“You’re going to fight on the spur of the moment instead of relying on the future? Not bad, but who are you imitating?”

Encred saw the skill displayed by his opponent and immediately tried to copy Rem and fight, but was blocked. Aker continued.

“This is a world of consciousness created by the sword, and if you want to leave, there is only one way.”

Aker predicted that Encrid would ask what would happen if he couldn’t get out. After all, the instinct to preserve one’s life is fair to everyone.

If I can’t get out, will I die? Then what happens?

I was full of thoughts of teasing him by asking him what would happen if he asked that, but if Aker had destroyed Encred’s vision of the future, Encred’s reaction would also have destroyed Aker’s prediction.

“Oh, okay.”

He answered roughly without even pretending to listen. His eyes were already filled with madness.

“Hey, open your eyes.”

“Oh, okay.”

Are you crazy?

Aker had to think about everyone who had ever experienced Encrid.

It was also my first time experiencing Encred’s madness, as I perceived my surroundings as if I was looking at them with sleepy eyes in the desert.

If Rem had seen it, she would have giggled and said.

“Yeah, the next victim, come quickly.”