Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 526

Starting with the poisonous sand, several secret methods were released from the hands of the Azpen assault captain.

Poisoned darts, throwing daggers, and even caltrops that are cleverly scattered on the ground.

A caltrop made of sharp iron spikes rolled in at Pell’s feet as he was about to step on the ground.

Pell avoided it by stepping on the ground with only the tips of his toes, not the soles of his feet.

Dodging everything from the poisoned sand to the darts, daggers, and caltrops, Fel lost his balance. The moment his feet touched the ground, he tilted slightly to the left.

‘Okay!’

The assault leader, who had been waiting for that moment, pulled out his short sword and aimed the tip of the blade at Fel.

He had a means that could hit even a knight-level player, even if it was just one blow.

It was a magic sword engraved with a spell. The spell contained in the pommel exploded, and the dagger blade in his hand, as long as his forearm, shot out from the handle and tore through the air.

Boom!

It was accompanied by a loud noise.

At that moment, when it seemed as if blade decorations would be attached to Pel’s body, his body became parallel to the ground and floated into the air.

If Saxon had been there, he would have noticed that the sound of the pel hitting the ground was a little faster than the loud bang from the dagger, but there was no one here with such keen hearing.

Thud thud!

The blade fired by order swept across Pell’s side, but did not touch his flesh, only tearing through his light brown gambiton.

The cotton and other stuffing that had been stuffed into the Gambison fell to the floor instead of the intestines.

Coincidentally, the fallen cotton and cotton balls covered the entrails of the Azpen Knight who had died in the fight a moment ago.

Dull gray fur became the dead man’s blanket.

widely.

Fel, who had stepped on the ground again, stood up straight and held his sword in front of his eyes.

Did you pretend to lose your balance from the beginning?

The assault leader saw that his desperate measure was blocked and thought that his opponent’s skills were far superior to his own.

Why do you think that?

‘I can’t avoid that.’

Whether you avoid it with reflexes or calculation, it’s an opponent that can do what you can’t.

Of course, in a fight for your life, skill is only one factor, not everything.

The leader of the assault team lowered his posture and picked up the axe that was hanging from his waist.

“ha.”

And Pel looked up at the sky and sighed.

His gaze was not directed at the leader of the assault team. One glance at the sky, one glance at the ground, one sigh.

“ha.”

The assault leader was planning to counterattack if the opponent charged. But the opponent suddenly let out a sigh and said something quite extraordinary.

“Do you know that?”

What do you know?

“I know and understand everything, but breaking the vessel and shell of the past is not so fun.”

Speaking Pel’s gaze turned to the sky again.

Pel came to this place and decided how he would live from now on. He was born in the wilderness and grew up as a shepherd, but why was he here?

What did you stand on the battlefield for?

It was a process of finding answers to these questions.

‘To move forward.’

I have seen the backs of those who have gone beyond honesty and have advanced ignorantly.

There is a saying that if you look into an abyss, the abyss will also look at you.

Pel saw Encred and went through a period of frustration and despair.

There was a time when I thought I could quickly catch up with talent alone.

“There are so many things in the world. And as we live in the world, there are times when we encounter things we never imagined.”

There was no moonlight, the sun was shining brightly, and it wasn’t even dawn, but sometimes people got drunk on something.

Although he had the answer, Pel was still absorbed in the sentiment. Pel sighed again.

Now I have to forget my past self and welcome my tomorrow self.

I had made up my mind, but I knew without even thinking about it that the process would not be easy.

“… … What did I eat wrong?”

Azpen’s assault leader muttered while secretly pushing his butt back. No matter how I looked at him, he looked like a crazy kid.

Pell lowered his head at those words and looked at the assault leader.

Because what he said a little while ago really touched my heart.

“I think so.”

So I agreed.

“what?”

“Well, air, it’s because I ate the wrong air.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

The assault leader felt terrified at the unexpected situation.

I’d rather get stabbed in the body than have to fight, why would someone who’s good at fighting say such crazy things?

Fel thought about what was different about this place, including Encrid.

‘The atmosphere was different.’

How? There was something like an aura flowing through the air around Encred.

What is it that changes the aura flowing through the atmosphere? It is the air.

“iced coffee.”

Pel lets out a short exclamation of admiration at the realization.

“… … Don’t be a jerk. I won’t die by the hands of that crazy bastard!”

Azpen’s assault leader threw down the axe he was holding.

It was a weapon he had been using for years. Pel twisted his body and caught the axe.

And I thought about that.

Wasn’t the air different? The realization faded in an instant. It didn’t seem right.

Anyway, the opponent stopped fighting and ran away as if his butt was on fire.

He ran towards the horse he was riding, threw down what looked like a side weapon on the saddle, and ran away.

Dagdak! Dagdak! Dagdak! Dagdak!

Horses’ hooves struck the ground, raising clouds of dust that obscured the view.

Pell didn’t even draw his sword because he had no intention of chasing.

And that sight was visible to the soldiers who were confronting him.

“You’re not drawing your sword?”

The two soldiers at the forefront of the Border Guard and Azpen armies muttered the same words without a single word being changed, but of course they were not within earshot of each other.

After defeating the Azpen assault leader and Pel was on his way back, Chrys, who had been running from behind, asked.

“It would be better if you didn’t kill me, but did you do it on purpose?”

“It just happened that way.”

The previously cold gaze of Pel had changed a little. Now, he had broken his shell and was reborn anew. Then, just like when he first met Encred, his playful eyes shone. Pure and straight-shining eyes.

The playfulness in those eyes made Pel’s tongue move.

“Roford, if you go out there and die, you can call me ‘brother’ for the rest of your life.”

“I would rather die on the battlefield.”

When I told my rival whom I had feelings for, he came out with his weapons.

It was the third of four.

“Everyone, come forward! It’s Roford of the Red, no, Mad Unit!”

Christ felt a little reassured when he saw that.

What he’s doing now is exactly what Abnayer predicted, but it’s just a desperate attempt to get rid of his anxiety.

There were two paths for Christ.

One path was relatively safe and had fewer threats and variables, but it required sacrifice.

The other path was a dangerous one, one that involved considerable anxiety. If you got it wrong, you might end up with a dog’s penis. That’s what Kreis thought.

Still, I chose the second path.

‘Captain, are you okay?’

Christ asked himself. The choice was not his.

If it were me, I would have chosen the third path.

He gave up his city without fighting and went into exile, and he didn’t know about those who held out and died, but he just took care of his own people and fled.

Well, that’s just talk.

Nourat saw it clearly. Christ now had nowhere else to retreat.

There are more than a few familiar faces. Can you abandon them all? Christ couldn’t answer easily.

Before Encred left, Crys, who had suggested two paths, asked his captain.

“Can I be greedy?”

Christ asked so.

“When wasn’t it?”

Encred answered.

“In a situation where you can’t laugh, you laugh,” said Christ.

“I don’t think you should listen to me, Captain, but please bring them all back alive.”

Encred smiled broadly and answered with a playful expression on his face.

“yes.”

It was accompanied by a salute that was almost like a joke.

Because Christ trusted such a leader, he left Audyn, Teresa, Lawford, and Pell here.

If it weren’t for that, I would have taken the first path. I would have sent them all down the enemy’s path.

No, not just these. They would have poured in all the remaining Ranger units to weaken the enemy’s strength and start the fight like that.

Because that was the best.

This is probably the tactic the enemy would have chosen.

Beyond the thinking Chrys, Lawford could be seen striking down his opponent.

“I am the older brother!”

The victorious Lawford roared.

“You crazy bastard, I never said I was your little brother just because you won!”

Pel shouted from the friendly camp.

Christ was wondering what was wrong with these crazy kids.

After Lawford, Teresa came forward.

“Brothers, it’s my turn now.”

The desire to fight flows through the giant half-blood. She held on to it with faith, but Teresa still found it hard to endure when such opportunities arose.

This was especially true because I was recently stimulated by watching Encrid.

The Azpen camp was in an uproar when a female warrior as large as Audyn appeared.

Are all these people coming out now?

That wasn’t it.

If you continue like this, it won’t just be a loss, it’ll seem like you’ve lost before you even start.

For that, a sub-journalist from Azpen also stepped forward.

It was a real exhaust left over in case the battlefield got twisted.

He was also a much more skilled opponent than the one Audin faced.

“Are you a mercenary? Are you bound by a contract? You’re pitiful, you seem to have giant blood in you. Yeah, it would be better for you to die here.”

Within Azpen, the author was nicknamed ‘Emerl the Sentencing’.

Declare the fate of the opponent. This is not always the case. It is a nickname given to him because he only does it when he is definitely winning.

Teresa was the fourth, starting with Audin.

Of these, this fourth fight was the second shortest, after Audín.

Teresa took Emel’s sword with her body and struck the bastard’s body with her shield.

Teresa used the body blade she learned from Audin, but the opponent’s swordsmanship was quite fierce, causing blood to spurt out from her body as well.

The flesh was cut. The bone wasn’t damaged, but it was hard to see it as a minor wound.

Still, Teresa did not stop.

Red blood spurted into the air. In the midst of the three attacks, only Teresa saw blood, and thanks to seeing blood, she had the opportunity to strike the shield.

Emul used his wits to jump back, stepping on the shield with his foot. He was trying to gain some distance.

This was not his favorite street.

As Emel tried to dodge by jumping backwards, Teresa timed her move and let go of her shield.

This was possible because I was holding it with my hand from the beginning without attaching it to my arm.

It was a strange thing to fight with only one hand holding this heavy shield, so it was not something that could be easily predicted.

Of course, Emul didn’t expect that either.

“town!”

The shield that he was trying to use as a stepping stone had its recoil reduced significantly, and the strength that the author, Emel, had been trying to use, was also lacking, so he could only take two steps back. Teresa followed him without a trace of laughter.

It seemed as if the two bodies were entangled in the air. Then a thud sound was heard. Of course, not everyone heard the sound.

“Win! Fight!”

It was because of the soldiers who started cheering and shouting at some point.

Azpen’s troops were noisy. They shouted even louder as they seemed to be overwhelming Teresa.

On the other hand, the Border Guard’s regular soldiers kept their composure even during cheers.

Parallel!

He shouted in time with the movement of the flag.

“The Bear Siblings!”

“Teresa!”

“Giant Goddess!”

“Teresa!”

It was a cheer that would have made Teresa laugh out loud and ask which brother or sister had made that up, but it was not something that could be done while running through friendly camps in the middle of a fight.

Teresa used the neck pull technique from her Balaf-style martial arts while closing the distance.

Skills that could not be used without innate strength blossomed in her hands.

It wasn’t a great technique. All you had to do was grab the head with one hand and pull it out by lowering the shoulder with the other.

Emuldo didn’t just take it. The moment his head was grabbed, he aimed his sword at Teresa’s neck and stabbed her.

Teresa dodged by twisting her neck, but this time blood spurted out.

instead.

I got a dangling vertebra as loot.

The blood, the heat, the battlefield, everything that had been pouring out for a long time gave her a boost of energy.

With that curiosity, she let out her normally hidden giantess nature. She screamed.

“I am the oldest sister!”

Although the content was influenced by Pell and Lawford.

The two armies, who had been watching the entire fight, were silent again.

Also, in Azpen’s eyes, these were all crazy kids.

Regardless of the outcome of the fight, don’t you just keep spouting out crazy stuff?

The question that needs to be addressed here is why they won so overwhelmingly. The Azpen commander couldn’t understand it, but Chrys nodded inwardly.

Think about it. Their usual opponents are knight-level forces, including Rem and Ragna.

Then, did the guys from the opposing side, Azpen, also fight against the knights every day?

‘No way.’

So this was, in other words, an expected result.

Of course, I was still anxious, so I felt relieved only after this happened right before my eyes.

Above all, this was just a reserve for the unexpected.

He shows the enemy a wall as a ritual and breaks their hearts with the power of Audyn.

Now the opponent could never launch an all-out war.

This is what Christ was after.

* * *

‘This kid.’

Abnayer, who had suffered enough, could not help but imagine the appearance of the opposing strategist. He must have been an old, experienced middle-aged man. Judging from his actions, he seemed to be.

Of course not.

The opponent was a man with big eyes and a youthful appearance.

Actually, that wasn’t important. It was just a natural association.

“It’s a dog.”

Abnayer couldn’t hide his admiration. But this was only the beginning.

There are things you shouldn’t forget even if you win.

Those would be the ones who sacrificed for victory.

Abnayer focused his attention on where the real fighting was taking place, rather than the front lines.

There will be warriors there who have carried glory.

Everything was for victory.

Moreover, Abnayer’s strategy was effective.

He made sure that he met the enemy at the time he wanted, at the time he wanted.

Encrid departed after the friendly forces advanced.

It wasn’t a fast pace.

On the other hand, the wolf-man, Barnas Hurier, had already entered the mountains several times when Azpen was clamoring for war externally.

It was to get used to the terrain.

Then, they set off ‘ahead of time’ before the friendly forces lined up.

It was to secure advantageous terrain and fight at the timing they wanted.

It would be better if you could give the enemy the feeling of confusion.

In case they were discovered by spies, they put in a lot of effort, such as setting up doubles for Barnas and the others who were revealed.

Abnayer’s preparations also came into play here. Then, a thought suddenly occurred to me. Can preparations also be called strategies?

That could be possible.

If you win, that’s what happens.

If you lose, you’re a traitor; if you win, you’re a hero.

That’s how bold a strategy is.