Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 525

525
“Indeed.”

Abnayer was immediately informed of the enemy’s trick.

His current position is far behind, and to the outside he is a puppet commander.

If this had been a real all-out war, Barnas Hurier would have been the commander, but the outcome of this fight would have been decided from the side, not the front.

‘If you look at it this way, is it similar to the previous fight?’

Even then, the small battles that took place on the side pushed the front line into battle.

As the entire battle against Naurilia was in Abnair’s mind, he recalled memories of the past.

It’s a fight that started in a similar but different form.

Back then, the fight on the side was secondary, but this time, the battle on the detour will determine victory or defeat.

Abnayer took a sip of tea. He had just had a full meal. He needed to eat well to keep his head in order.

Even now, while you are eating well and resting well, your brain is working hard and you are able to see through the other person’s thoughts.

Well, even if you’re not yourself, you’ll notice this much.

For example, even a doll that acts as a commander in front of me would have been able to sense the other person’s intentions.

So Abnayer had to look beyond the other person’s apparent intentions.

Then what is the external intention that is clearly visible because it is neither vague nor obscured?

It’s about looking at the liver.

He asked me to show him what was left in the main camp. He asked if I was being deceived and prepared for an all-out war.

‘compulsion.’

Abnayer felt compelled by the trick his opponent was using.

He was the kind of person who would go beyond just knocking on the stone bridge and only then step onto the bridge after thoroughly examining when the bridge was built, who built it, and how sturdy it was.

‘And check if there is any knight-level power left on this side.’

While you’re at it, you want to lower your morale and gain the upper hand in case an all-out war breaks out?

The intention was obvious. But being obvious didn’t mean it was easy to stop.

“Tell them to send out someone who is confident that he can take down his opponent. He doesn’t necessarily have to win, but he shouldn’t be easily defeated. Oh, and add that he won’t be an easy opponent.”

Abnayer quickly gathered his thoughts and spoke.

Let’s assume the worst, what card does the opponent have?

‘A knight?’

That would be the case. Then, all that had to do was show a card of that kind.

Abnayer didn’t know exactly who his opponent was.

To be honest, I didn’t think he would show off that great of a card.

Because I thought the real showdown would take place in the Pen-Hanil Mountains.

Abnayer still saw this fight as ending in Azpen’s victory.

I wasn’t sure, but my faith was full.

The knights hid their power that determined the outcome of the war. Even though three out of four were beginners, they were still knights.

How can you stop that kind of power?

Naurilia may also have hidden powers.

‘If I do well, I’ll be able to become a knight.’

One of them came all the way to the Azpen border and killed two cadets.

There’s one more unexpected number there.

There are two of them.

‘Yeah, let’s say it’s three, more than expected.’

But even so, nothing changed.

The Wolf-Man General is a symbol of power on par with Cypress of the Red Cloak Knights.

Moreover, if we look at the duel alone, there are knights who are guaranteed to win.

It’s said that Will has become a little weaker because he sold his own vows a while ago.

‘That won’t be a problem.’

Besides those two, there are two more.

Even without General Prock, that’s true.

But General Prock was determined and was leading his troops in action.

If you fight, you win. If you just stick, you win. In that fight, he was the first to advance.

Assuming that the other side also has knights, it is to gain a slight psychological advantage.

That slight advantage could be the difference between victory and defeat.

Don’t all those who become knights say the same thing?

“If the skills are similar, the one who wavers even a little is at a disadvantage.”

It was the answer to the question, ‘What is the biggest factor that determines victory or defeat in a fight with a knight?’

General Suin, who had answered that question, stabbed me in the heart and said:

I remembered General Prock, who was standing next to me, puffing out his cheeks in displeasure at the sight of that behavior.

Abnayer finished his calculations.

Meanwhile, a second messenger from the commander who had been standing up like a doll arrived.

I was having a pie topped with fruit as an after-lunch snack.

A pie with sugar in it would make my brain work harder.

Of course, your tongue will also enjoy it.

It was a messenger who came when I picked up my fork in anticipation.

Abnayer waited for him to speak without having eaten a single bite. The messenger sat on the chair with the table in front of him, panting.

“Four were defeated in a full-scale duel.”

“four?”

“Even after the first time, Naurilia kept demanding a duel.”

Abnayer knew that there were unexpected forces among the friendly forces.

There are swords stationed by hiring mercenaries, and there are also semi-knights belonging to the Knights of the Duke of Gong left behind.

So all four of them got hurt like that?

“Did you send out the subordinate?”

“yes.”

“And yet you were hit?”

Unexpected. But that’s okay. Just don’t let it get you down. The real fight is over there in the Pen-Hanil Mountains…

“The fraud is at its lowest. It was all a one-sided defeat, and the second assault unit leader said they were crazy.”

Abnayer’s thoughts were interrupted. The messenger’s words had preceded him and stimulated his brain.

The actions of the opponent and what they were aiming for were naturally linked together.

“… … That son of a bitch.”

The opponent has stolen some of the power.

Didn’t we decide not to fight an all-out war? But you’re diverting your forces? If you lose, you’re going to win a fake fight right in front of us instead of a real fight next to us? Do you have anything left to gain from that?

‘To buy time for the Red Cloak Knights to join the fight later?’

No it wasn’t.

The Border Guard had more men than Encrid and the knights. It was Chrys’s old man’s concern that left them on the battlefield.

“How many people?”

The messenger was quick-witted.

“The four of us came forward.”

“Net? What is madness?”

“They’re all crazy… … .”

The soldier who had become Abnayer’s messenger because he was usually very articulate had his words trailing off.

It was clear that something strange was happening at the front.

Abnayer put away the fruit pie.

“Tell them not to fight from now on.”

He decided that there was no need to fight, whether the fraud was a mess or not.

I judged that the madness and all were just a ploy to reduce morale.

It was a misunderstanding.

There were things that even Christ and Abney could not have predicted.

* * *

“Are you trying to pick a fight because of your size? I’ll come back and finish you off.”

Just when Audyn was about to start a fight, an outstanding figure from Azpen also stepped forward.

The commander had just heard the messenger’s message from Abnayer.

The one who stepped forward was also a man of outstanding martial arts skills.

“Defeat is not forgiven.”

The spiral was a member of the Knights of the Azpen Royal Family.

He wasn’t one of the top players, but he was still a junior knight.

“Hey! I’ll make you pay for your insolence!”

The knight rode off on horseback. Audyn dismounted and seemed to be quietly enjoying the sun.

Isn’t he humming a song with his head raised toward the sunlight and his eyes closed?

The sight of that scoundrel made the knight so angry that he swung his hammer without even getting off his horse.

He accelerated further on his horse and struck diagonally with his will, and a heavy black line stretched out from above his horse, seemingly falling like the scythe of the god of death.

Audin stood with both feet apart, listening to the sound of the horse charging and the angry cries of his opponent.

Then I raised my head and saw clearly the black line flying towards me.

Audin, who had calculated everything in an instant, including the speed at which the horse was charging and the timing of its arrival, extended his hand. The rough steel gauntlet on his left hand reflected light.

Two loud noises, “Tuk-kang! Tjeng!” struck the soldiers’ eardrums.

It was a sound that erupted at the point where the mounted Azpen knights and the friendly warriors intersected.

The will contained in the hammer was the will to destroy.

Audin did not necessarily use his strength to fight his opponent. Although he looked like a corpse if he lost his strength, Audin’s specialty was technique.

He stretched out his hand and used the sharp side of his gauntlet to catch the iron hammer, then turned it around to change direction, and in the meantime, he used his free right hand to make a fist and hit his opponent’s waist.

That ended the duel.

Even though he was wearing chainmail over his thick gammon, he was unable to stop Audyn’s right blade.

The flesh was torn off, the vertebrae were missing, and some of the internal organs that had been residing inside were scattered on the floor.

The opponent did not let his guard down. He simply struck with the hammer and trusted in the strength of his armor to endure.

After holding on, he planned to use his advantage on horseback to accumulate damage and crush his opponent.

It was a tactic he often used called flesh-cutting.

The first opponent on the battlefield was also large.

Azpen’s knights had established this tactic because they did not think their opponents would be easy, but Audin destroyed it in one blow.

The difference in level was extreme from the beginning.

Audyn said, waving his hands in the air.

“Are there any more brothers who know how to fight?”

“Wow, wow.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Azpen knight who had been holding on to his horse fell to the ground, spitting out blood.

As the horse’s foot got caught in the stirrup and its body leaned forward, the excited horse raised its front paw and neighed.

Above him, the body of the man who was now standing beside God, asking when he died and if he was really dead, shook.

“What the heck, what is that?”

One of the soldiers at the very front of Azpen’s unit muttered without realizing it.

Most of the soldiers who were actually watching didn’t know why the foal suddenly fell over and died on horseback. It just jumped out and died. That was all they could see.

The scattered entrails were not clearly visible. Instead, only the monster standing still and roaring, calling for its next opponent, was visible.

The soldiers’ vision was filled with monsters that looked like bears or giants that had killed their comrades who had been charging from under their horses.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on him due to the overwhelming show of force, but Audin remained calm.

That gave me something more like fear.

Are we going to fight something like that from now on?

Azpen’s sub-knights may be feeling wronged, but even if the opponent was bad, it was still too bad.

Now that Encred has reached the level of a knight, Audin, who can fight against a knight without being divine, can be said to be the strongest at the level of a semi-knight.

With Rem’s recent return, Audin may have been feeling a little dissatisfied without even realizing it.

That’s why I overdid it a bit.

Audin did not turn away because that heart was also his own.

Instead of ignoring it, I wanted to do something a little more while I was at it. It wasn’t about venting my anger.

It wasn’t because I saw Brother Savage jokingly saying, “Hey, youngest,” and Brother Mia nodding in agreement.

When those two came to mind, I automatically clenched my fists a little too hard, but it wasn’t really to vent my anger.

I just stepped forward because my brother Wangnuni said this fight was necessary.

“I will not discriminate against my brothers and sisters. Please come forward.”

He said that even if a woman came out, he would turn her into a lump of meat covered in blood.

He spoke as if shouting, but his tone was calm. He had silenced the enemy with one punch, so his voice must have definitely reached them, but he was still quiet.

The answer came from the friendly side.

“You have to do it in moderation. Even I wouldn’t want to fight with you.”

This is what Fel said as he approached. He had dark circles under his eyes and a face full of worries, but Fel, who was standing next to Audin, spoke as if he had something on his mind.

“Get in. If you stay here, no one will dare attack you. My big-eyed friend said that it would be more effective to take turns fighting and win everyone than to kill them all alone.”

Audin felt regretful, but pulled himself together.

“okay.”

I should have taken a closer look and used my hands.

But the moment the enemy said ‘hey’, my body moved first on its own. It was instinct. That ‘hey’ sounded strangely similar to the way the savage brothers spoke.

Of course, it wasn’t a venting of anger.

“then.”

Audin stepped back and Pel took his place.

“Come out next.”

Then Pell said.

Even if Audyn remained, there were still a few more Dumbil warriors left in Azpen. The commander was just holding them back so they wouldn’t come forward.

Abnayer told me to hold out as long as I could, but what if I die in one blow?

Are our allies weak? Are the enemies strong?

You said there were no knights among the enemy? Then isn’t that a knight? A giant? Even if they were real giants, wouldn’t it be rare for them to fight that well?

“Let me out.”

The author, with his sinister eyes open, approached the commander and spoke.

He was the leader of the assault team. He wasn’t a member of the Knights, but he knew how to fight a winning battle.

“If we charge like this, our forces will be torn apart. So we have to take down at least one of them.”

The leader of the assault team is the one who runs at the very front. If we fight like this, we will be pushed back without being able to land a hit. That was what my instincts told me. The commander thought the same thing, but he knew one more thing.

There is no charge without Abnayer’s approval. There is no all-out war.

Still, I couldn’t leave it like that. He had his own thoughts.

What if we fight? What if an all-out war breaks out?

“Come out.”

“great.”

The leader of the assault team rushed forward.

Pel waited patiently for whatever Azpen did.

He was not used to fighting on horseback, so he did not ride a Peldo horse.

He looked up at the sky as he waited for Azpen, felt the wind brushing his cheeks, and smelled the stench of blood in his nostrils.

In fact, neither the sky, nor the wind, nor even the smell of blood entered my head.

He was still full of troubles inside him.

‘My talent may actually be poor.’

Once, when I saw Encred’s skills growing rapidly, I said to him that I had never seen a genius like him before.

It was when we first met.

When he said those words, Pel had inwardly been thinking highly of his own talent.

He saw Encred as an opponent who would soon catch up with him.

It was the same after that. It was similar when we met again.

And now the very foundation of faith has been shattered.

So what’s left?

‘The idol killer remains.’

Is one magic sword everything to you? Is it everything that represents you?

“You should stop being so cocky.”

It was what the swordsman Roford said. If I were to kill him, my skills would be at risk. But should I rely on the magic sword to kill him?

I don’t like it. My pride wouldn’t allow it.

So what should he do? Pel was lost. There were no stars in the dark night sky. There was only darkness.

And in that darkness I felt a single spark of flame.

‘I want to do something.’

I want to swing a sword.

It was a moment of overwhelming motivation. Encred’s Will had an influence on him.

A question arises from the depths of that motivation.

‘Isn’t it okay if there is someone more talented than me?’

Ironically, Encrid became a knight. He awakened right in front of me. And even after that, he never stopped training.

“A shepherd is someone who can get killed by his sheep at any time.”

That’s what a shepherd is like. It’s the same with a swordsman.

“Then why do you insist on being a shepherd?”

When I asked him a question when I was young, the village elder, who was the wisest man in the village, laughed. I vividly remember the sound of air escaping through his broken front teeth.

“Should I say, ‘Because someone has to do it?’ Or, ‘Because it’s fun?’ Or, should I say, ‘Because it’s a promise, so I have to keep it?’”

‘The answer is within me.’

The elder’s words were now understood.

Pell didn’t look around anymore.

Instead, I connected what I had to do now with what I had to do next.

As the person in this position, I will fulfill my duty.

Next.

‘Let me try to catch up.’

I decided to run towards Encred. I am determined to acknowledge my talent and fill it with effort. Now is the start.

“You look young? How old are you?”

This time, the opponent also got off his horse, and as he got off he said, The shepherd of the wilderness was more accustomed to fighting by various means than by direct confrontation.

The opponent was the first to make a move on the shepherd Pel.

As he spoke, he took out a pouch and threw it away.

Azpen’s assault leader, who was good at winning fights, sprayed poisoned sand, and Pel dodged it by jumping to the side by predicting the opponent’s arm movements and drawing a trajectory.