Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 528

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In war, sacrifice is inevitable.

It can’t be helped.

Just like when playing chess, you give up a knight and take a bishop, give up a bishop and take a rook, and give up a rook and take a queen.

Victory without sacrifice has always been an elusive goal.

That’s why Finn went into his mission with his own sacrifice in mind. That was my role in this battle. No, I believed that was it, and I thought it was natural.

‘What would become of me if a passing minstrel made a story out of this?’

Although there were many dead soldiers, the battle was won by our forces.

Could it be that one of the dead soldiers contained in that one sentence?

A more skilled storyteller might have described the Ranger unit’s exploits in more detail, but one thing is certain: Finn risked his own death.

Since sacrifice is inevitable, someone had to step into that role, and it was their turn.

It was when I made that resolution and thought that I realized it was the end.

‘hmm?’

For a moment, he was speechless. Finn just blinked. Still, he would have reacted if an attack had come. There is such a thing as familiar training.

But it was true that my head was hardened.

What is this?

Because something impossible happened within her common sense.

Was it a dream? It wasn’t a dream.

The pain I felt from the wounds here and there made me realize that this was reality.

The blade that sliced ​​through my shoulder made blood flow up my forearm, and it felt hot and stinging.

The sense of realism was faithful.

Then what about this kid?

Naturally, everyone’s attention turned to Saxon. His subordinates were the same.

At some point, the group of fairies I was dealing with disappeared, and in their place stood a single crazy soldier.

‘reinforcement?’

It never occurred to me that there was only one person.

However, does this make sense?

This is the Pen-Hanil Mountains.

If you want to run a half-day’s distance at full speed, you have to make that much noise.

There would have been a lot of monsters and beasts chasing after runners, drooling and chasing them as if they had lovesickness.

This wasn’t the end. The subtle murderous aura that the fairies had been spreading had completely disappeared.

Unless they had suddenly fallen in love with peace and reconciled and quietly withdrew, it was obvious that they would all be meeting the messenger and chatting.

‘You killed them all in this short time?’

Those guys that were difficult for them to deal with?

But Finn didn’t even know that was happening.

Putting aside the ability to kill a group of fairies, it makes no sense that he did all this ‘silently’.

It has to be loud, boisterous, and messy. That’s normal. By Finn’s reckoning, by her abilities.

But interest appeared suddenly, whether falling from the sky or rising from the ground, and quietly settled everything.

He appeared out of nowhere and immediately cleaned up the surroundings.

A series of new events occurred outside Finn’s sphere of awareness. She swung her sword until her limbs began to tremble beyond her gasping for breath, then stopped.

If I had just kept moving my body, I wouldn’t have had time to think.

Since the body was not moving, the eyes received visual information, and the head began to think based on the visual information.

Finn felt cognitive dissonance. Nevertheless, Finn persevered.

Originally, a well-trained soldier knew how to do what needed to be done at any moment.

If not, how could you stand in front and charge, knowing full well that you would die?

After years of training, or rather the hellish training of Audyn and Sinar, Finn’s mind accepted reality as it was and derived what was necessary from the current situation.

‘So is this a bad thing?’

No way.

“The enemy leaders took up bows, and the elves fought in a way I had never seen before. I judged that this group was not all.”

So Finn said what he needed to say. Saxon had no answer. He just stood there, still and quiet.

It was so small that I couldn’t hear it breathing, and its gaze was directed straight ahead, so strangely it felt like it was looking at me.

Even though it was a location where the back of the head could be seen from Finn’s perspective, it was like that.

* * *

“I hope no one among our troops dies.”

Encred spoke, and Saxony did not find it difficult to listen.

If it doesn’t work out, there’s nothing we can do, but we can still try.

It would have been possible if the outcome had been decided by a fight between a small number of elite forces without an all-out war.

If we fight when necessary instead of fighting indiscriminately, we can minimize the casualties of our allies. If we calculate it, yes. Of course, I also thought it was a bit excessive to say that we would not create even one victim.

“Is it war?”

Since it was an unconscionable goal, I couldn’t help but ask.

“Well, if it doesn’t work out, then there’s nothing I can do.”

Encred answered in a light tone.

Although the tone is light, the intention contained within it is not light.

That is, I hope that none of our soldiers will die in the war.

How crazy is this?

But I will do that. Even if it is not me, Encrid will do it.

The intention behind the words was evident.

‘I got here because I did crazy things from the beginning.’

This will be the same for Encred.

Saxon decided to go along with the rhythm, but it felt a bit awkward for him, who was an expert at killing, to be involved in saving lives.

But then you decided to live like that and cut off Geor’s dagger.

“Can’t I be greedy? Can’t I win without killing? Why? Why can’t I?”

It was Encred’s words before the departure. Encred, in a playful mood, kept asking questions while babbling, and Saxon did not answer verbally. He just shook his head. He had already decided to do so.

“How about the Knight of the Crazy Head? That seems like a good nickname.”

Next to me, a savage uttered a word that I had liked for the first time in a long time.

In any case, Saxony was doing as Encred wished.

He caught up to the moonlight fairies and killed them all himself, and was looking for the archer who disappeared as soon as he started working.

The only skill he had in hiding his presence was that he was top-notch, so he didn’t hear a sound of breathing or feel anything, so he revealed himself on purpose.

Otherwise, the friendly rangers scouting out would be in danger.

‘Is this an order?’

No, it is a skill that has been purely cultivated, similar to one’s own.

Saxony even made more noise on purpose.

This was my first time doing something like this, but just because it felt awkward doesn’t mean it was clumsy.

It was a first for me, though I’ve revealed myself to protect someone and used bait to kill my target in return.

In the meantime, Finn spoke, and even though he heard it, Saxon showed no reaction.

I’ve already figured out that situation.

I’m not the type of person who fights roughly like a savage.

He wasn’t a loser who would just charge forward regardless of whether he got lost or not.

I wasn’t a dependent person who only sought God every day.

‘I’m not the type of person who just runs out and watches, saying that I’m going to protect something.’

Saxon had already listened as he came, and had learned what was happening by the sounds he heard, and had taken the best position for himself to fight.

The Moonlight Fairies were targeting our troops, so we attacked them from behind, and then we showed up. This is the most advantageous position to achieve our goal.

This is the position to protect Finn and the Ranger Unit.

“No one moves.”

Saxony’s mouth opened.

Literally, Finn and the scouts even took careful breaths.

I’d like to tell you to hold your breath if necessary, but I don’t think that’s necessary.

The opponent, the archer, is not a knight.

But it was a tough opponent.

It also gave me the feeling that I had met him somewhere before.

Is it because most of those who developed their talents as hunters are similar?

No, it was different.

‘Five claws?’

A name like that came to Saxon’s mind.

When was it, the battlefield where the captain got kicked by Prock?

There was an archer with that name at that time.

Is it him? No. It’s the one above him. My intuition told me.

Saxon didn’t know it, but the falcon’s talons had already been struck by Rem’s axe and had long since crossed the Black River.

The woman who was now hiding, deceiving even Saxony’s senses, was the master of the eagle’s claws.

She was a half-blood fairy with half the blood flowing through her body belonging to a fairy, but with only a human appearance on the outside.

That’s how I hid my talent, which was inherent in my blood and instincts.

All of this was of no use to Saxony.

No matter what the method, since the opponent is hiding, you just have to find yourself.

That’s what assassination is all about.

All you had to do was stick a metal stick into a person’s body, but finding the right person to do it was a pain in the ass.

Well, if Prock is the target of assassination, it won’t end with one stab.

Because they are a safety-first species that wears armor even when they sleep.

In fact, it was normal for Prok to be sensitive to the word heart from the beginning.

What is the most troublesome thing about assassination requests, if not proxies?

It’s about finding those who are hiding.

Some of them dug holes and hid like moles, and others slept in a different room in my mansion every day.

Geor’s dagger was also good at gathering information, so there were instances where he synthesized information to determine a location, but when this happened, Saxon made up for it with his own abilities.

Because he did so with the talent he had, the former master who once called himself a teacher left these words.

“fu*k, this is a scam.”

It wasn’t a scam.

Fraud is something you should say when you see a person like my boss.

‘Unstoppable Will?’

Fighting with something like that is cheating.

Was Pel the only one shocked by seeing the awakened Encrid?

Saxony was also stimulated.

It may have been because he was provoked that he complied with the absurd demand to save all of his allies.

‘Even if the heavens turn away and your talents are abandoned, you can still become a knight.’

“Why is it not okay to not kill a single ally on the battlefield?”

Encred’s words lingered in my ears.

When trivial thoughts overlap and ideas come together to form a will, that is will.

For Saxon, who had been born with a keen sense of smell since childhood, Will was also something to be felt.

If the fairy Shinar discussed Will with her spirit and Rem accepted Will as part of her sorcery, it was something that Saxon could just feel.

Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.

Saxony visualized the senses and put his will into them. He reduced the circle that spread widely around himself and dyed the color of the circle deep.

Someone is cutting through Will with a knife.

Someone else moves Will to fire an invisible blade.

Saxony had no such talent.

Instead, his talent taught him how to engage Will with his senses.

The trees with pointed leaves overhead blocking the sunlight, the dark shadows, the shadows lighter than shade, the smell in the air, the direction of the wind.

The five senses come together and open the door to the sixth sense. With Will overlaid on top of the sensory skills, Saxon perceives everything within the visualized circle.

There is also a sense of uneasiness among allies behind the back.

There, on the tree, there is the sound of an archer shooting an arrow with his bow.

Thump.

Even though it was a distance where the sound of protesters bouncing off the street was clearly not audible, the sound was heard first.

Then an arrow that had turned into a ray of light flew in.

The arrow was aimed at Finn, not Saxony. Even so, the archer’s head was turned.

The intention was to take advantage of the gap created by aiming for the pin.

Saxon grabbed Finn’s wrist and pulled him sideways.

The arrow hit the dirt floor with a thud, and the stone next to it bounced. The stone hit the floor with a thud, and Finn, who had been dragged by his wrist, felt the force pulling him away, and in the brief moment that passed, Saxon disappeared again.

As the smoke cleared, Pik – and with that he was out of Finn’s range of perception.

At the same time, the archer also missed Saxony.

* * *

Atheros’s mother was a fairy and his father was human.

Although his father was a human who abandoned him and his mother, Ateros was fortunate enough to be accepted into the fairy society.

At that time, even the fairy society needed a change, so she was lucky enough to be able to contribute to the creation of a combat unit of moonlight fairies.

At a point when she felt stronger after going through various things, she set a goal.

‘Let’s kill father.’

Any man who sowed seed carelessly was her enemy.

After killing his father, he set an even greater goal.

Kill those who create illegitimate children.

For that, he borrowed Azpen’s power and went to find his father and kill him.

In the meantime, she made several vows and created a fighting force with some of the moonlight fairies.

When some of the fairy troops were struck, Atheros immediately hid himself and took up his bow.

He then shot an arrow at a woman among the remaining men, presumed to be the commander.

‘aperture.’

All she wanted was a chance to see the terrifying monster that suddenly appeared.

I didn’t see anything like that.

When the arrow that flew past missed its target, Ateros disappeared again.

Although I had been entrusted to the shade and shadow that had protected me since I was young, I soon felt the sensation of a blade touching my back.

I instinctively twisted my body and tried to strike with the bow, but the blade dug deep into my spine first.

The opponent was someone who specialized in killing things.

Atheros knew this well, having spent many years killing those who created illegitimate children.

Every death has a story.

There was also a story about a half-blood fairy who sided with Azpen.

But when you die, that’s the end.

So, a half-blood fairy who was once obsessed with killing men who created illegitimate children died. It was not something to be sentimental about.

‘Was it bait?’

As soon as he killed the archer, Saxon felt eyes on him.

My senses told me that this wasn’t the end.

Beyond that, I felt a presence similar to the fairy I had killed a little while ago.

There were three times as many as the ones we had faced earlier. There were dozens of fairy swordsmen.

‘I don’t think it was just bait.’

Seeing what was happening to my side, I changed my response method and made the archer who died a little while ago become bait.

Saxon re-introduced himself to kill the archer and showed some of his abilities.

Saxon cracked his wrists and relaxed his joints. He had just warmed up, so he was ready to try his hand at something real.

The horde of Elven swordsmen did not rush forward. Instead, they began to disperse in groups that, to Saxon’s eyes, appeared to be organized formations.

Whose skill was it that instantly turned the bowman into bait, even though it wasn’t bait?

The movement of the Fairy Swordsman Unit was like that, so it meant that they had a proper commander.

And Saxony was aware of the commander’s presence and knew his location, but decided it would be difficult to rush in.

A group of fairy swordsmen blocked the way in layers.

That means it’s time to really put in the effort.

The opponent seemed to have recognized Saxon as a skilled swordsman who could hide and swing his sword.

Of course it was a misjudgment.