Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 530

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Barnes Hurier knew how to ‘calculate’ despite his appearance.

He may look like a dog drooling and rushing at the sight of a battlefield, and he actually has that appearance because he is a werewolf, but inside, he is a squire who raises dozens of snakes instead of wolves.

He saw two knights standing as enemies, and in a flash he did his calculations.

‘I won.’

reason?

We already have a rough idea of ​​the number of troops that entered the Pen-Hanil Mountains from Naurilia, and it is safe to assume that all those who entered the mountains are knights.

Figuring out their numbers wasn’t difficult.

This side had a troop of fairies that rode the mountain ranges and even used them to lure people.

One more thing to add here is that we sent out the fairy unit forward to see the opponent’s reaction.

If they had been lured into a rush, they would have judged the enemy to have a weak knight force and that the leader of the group was a coward.

But these people, as if they had read my intentions, split up and attacked me.

This was proven by the presence of two knights in this position.

Even so, Barnes had to face two of them. Why was he so confident of victory?

Even if you have fifty pieces of meat and armor, wouldn’t you be outnumbered in this situation?

It was like knowing one thing and not knowing two.

Aside from the efforts of Abnayer and Barnas Hurier, he dropped bait in every diplomatic channel, including the Eckins family in politics, and ran around like a dog.

All of this was done to ensure that none of the Red Cloak Knights of Naurilia were present.

‘Are all articles the same?’

People who know one but not the other often see all articles as the same.

That was nonsense.

Just like all soldiers are not the same.

To those who are inferior, they all look similar, but when you reach the level of a knight, you can see the gap. This is why fake knights like Count Molsen’s could not surpass the real thing.

This is because everything changes, including the ability to make split-second decisions, the expansion of one’s field of vision, and the way one exerts force.

For this reason, Barnes had no choice but to not come to Cyprus.

Then there will be no one who can stop you.

So, in fact, it would be safe to say that one more bastard or guy was added to the list of bastards in front of me.

Even if one more similar one had been added here, Barnes would have predicted his victory.

Not all articles are the same.

Anyway, there were two of them. If there were two knights who came here, the rest of the battlefield was roughly drawn.

‘So, is this how it is?’

There were three routes in total, and three battlefields in total. These were the battlefields that Abnayer planned and Barnas personally took the lead in forming.

Why was the battlefield divided into three?

This was another matter. It was not about dispersing the enemy, but rather about making sure our allies fought well.

‘Knights aren’t the type of people who fight well together.’

Barnes knew that from experience.

When these guys are put together, it’s not like there’s a synergistic effect, but rather they tend to irritate each other.

If the opposing side was pushing forward with numbers, then that would be fine, but this side is a superior minority.

So, combining our strengths will not double our strength.

‘Well, if we’ve been working together for a long time, that’s a different story.’

Something like the twin knights, for example.

Other than that, everything else will be similar.

Those who have risen to the rank of knight because they are overflowing with talent will surely practice something like passing the exam.

Even the crazy poetry-reciting junior under me now says that his goal is to catch up to me within ten years.

So is that wrong? No.

Barnes believed that his judgment and choice were correct.

He deliberately put those who were worthy of being featured in the article into a competitive situation.

That will endlessly stimulate their desire to improve.

Of course, he stood firm on top of it all, taking his place, and that was how Barnas raised his disciples and juniors.

In this situation, it is obviously advantageous to fight scattered.

Moreover, the allies had even brought troops to weaken the enemy’s strength, as Abnayer had suggested.

We boldly abandoned all-out war and focused our efforts here.

A battlefield other than your own? That’ll be fine.

‘That kid won’t give up, right?’

There was a man among my subordinates who was good at dueling. He was the most trustworthy swordsman, aside from myself.

Barnas’s head was constantly calculating.

What happens if the enemy disengages or escapes from one of the three battlefields?

‘Oh my, please do that.’

From the beginning, it was a battle that would end if even one of the three locations was captured in the enemy’s rear.

It would be okay for the enemy hordes to join and become an even larger mass than they are now.

Even if that place isn’t here.

Anyway, I won’t miss any of the three routes, even if it’s me.

If you miss, the back will be opened. They say they have ruled out an all-out war, but if the back is opened, it’s a different story.

‘There’s no way a strategist would believe everything his opponent says, right?’

So there is only one place that you are in charge of.

One showy subordinate and one newly raised one.

The last one was a knight who was bound by oath and did stupid things, but he was difficult to guarantee victory in a duel, and General Prock was with him.

If we’re going to talk about difficulty, the third battlefield will probably be the most difficult.

That prog is a rare talent who knows how to fight hand-in-hand with a knight.

“It’s fun, really.”

Just before the fight, Barnes muttered:

* * *

“There will be many knights. That is my guess. The number may be five. Is it right to be greedy in such a fight? And even if you are lucky and the number of enemies is similar, what are the variables that cannot be resolved with that alone?”

Christ hit the ground with a loud noise.

Just before Encred said that he wanted to be greedy, his words were worth listening to.

Because it was assumed that the situation could turn out that badly.

Especially when talking about numbers, I put more force into my voice.

For example, it was like this.

Can the strength of a knight be measured in numbers?

So, if we roughly assume that the power of a knight is ten, does everyone only have the power of ten?

Of course, whether giants or humans, they had two hands and two feet, so there were clear limits to what they could do, but not all knights had the same strength.

Oara is a great, excellent, and beautiful knight, but just as the strongest in Naurilia is Cypress, not all knights are the same.

Christ knew that fact, and so did Encred.

If Christ understood this with a wise head that looked at the world, Encred understood it because he had experienced it himself.

Through Rem and Ragnar, while looking at Shinar, while fighting the King of the East and the monsters of the Gray Forest, through Aker, he pushes his limits once again and moves forward.

Therefore, no battle can guarantee victory.

That would usually be the case.

“I see.”

And yet Encrid only answered like this, even though he had experienced it himself.

That’s why Christ was so anxious.

Abnayer judged that the current board was agreed upon by himself and his opponent.

But it wasn’t.

All these boards were designed by Christ. He made the path for the enemies to come through a single road and let them enjoy it to their heart’s content.

If we use the road well, we will meet like enemies on a single-log bridge.

Oh, you know? You have to come as a small group of elites? How many knights do you have?

Three people? Then come just three. We might have a hard time, so we might try to block it with numbers.

If Christ had said this.

Okay, let’s do that.

See you then.

Abnayer answered this plainly:

Why did Christ do this? Why, I wonder, is because this way the enemies can do whatever they want.

It is said that a wise man can predict what will happen on the other side of the continent from where he sits.

Christ did not consider himself a wise man, so he did not foresee what would happen on the other side of the continent.

“Honestly, what good is predicting something like that?”

I’ll say this.

Although he did not know what would happen on the other side of the continent, Chrys predicted that the battlefield he had created, where the fight would take place in the future, would happen.

“Our allies must also expend troops.”

Will the enemy strategist have faith and move as agreed?

Was this really a promise in the first place?

The problem isn’t that there’s no notary, but that it’s a promise made based on common sense.

It was something that didn’t have to be observed.

That is why Christ saw that sacrifice had to be forced.

“Dismissed.”

But the opinion was rejected. When I looked into the captain’s eyes when he said that, it was clear that no matter what I said, he wouldn’t listen.

I don’t think the enemy will just come quietly.

I feel like I can do anything.

But I had to do as the greedy captain said. Since I couldn’t break his stubbornness, it was already over.

But that didn’t mean the person who had set up this board had changed, so every ten breaths, Kreis’s heart pounded with anxiety.

What if everything goes wrong and we all die?

‘If this continues, I won’t be able to die without being excommunicated.’

If Christ was the one who set the board, Encrid was the piece and the pawn.

Although the final choice and judgment is his, the preceding proposition will not change.

Abnaier knew that too.

The two strategists were watching the direction of the fight from different positions with different minds.

One is because I am overcome with anxiety.

The other one has the belief that he will definitely win.

No one knew whether the two strategists had sent a knight, a queen, a bishop, or a pawn.

Only victory or defeat could judge the rightness or wrongness of the path they had chosen.

* * *

While Barnas was calculating and Christ was shaking with anxiety, those who were bound to meet on other battlefields naturally met.

“Why do people hate each other?”

Rem heard the youngling blocking her path speak, and turned her head left and right to look around.

What’s there? A sinister murderous smell pierced my skin through the thick bushes.

Well, it was moderately ominous. It was a murderous intent that didn’t seem like it would even make a living.

‘Isn’t it worse than angry Ayul?’

The one who had stepped forward to block the way was the knight of Azpen. He lowered his eyes and continued speaking, no matter what the author, who resembled a gray-haired beast, did.

Should I say that he had a calm, deep voice and a gaze full of excellence? At least, he seemed to have full intention of appearing that way.

He looked up at the sky obliquely and lifted his chin at an appropriate angle.

Rem was wondering where that idiot was looking.

Aren’t you blinded by it?

“That is probably a test the world has given us. We have to overcome it.”

Rem put his hand on the handle and leaned against his leg. He wanted to yawn, but he wasn’t sleepy. He had run quite hard after hearing Encred’s words, and this was what he had come across. If someone who didn’t know saw it, they would have thought that neither side had any intention of fighting.

“What about those kids hiding around here?”

Rem asked with her awkward posture.

“The Swamp of Monterey.”

The answer came from behind. There were two people blocking Rem’s path, and the one standing behind had eyes as red as rubies.

It didn’t look like a normal human’s eyes. The eyes were slit open and close, reminiscent of those of a beast, and the ferocity felt from a wild beast could be felt not only from the color of the eyes but also from the entire thing.

There was also a smell of witchcraft there.

Rem was certain that there was a bastard in the country of Azpen who had been playing tricks with sorcery.

If we trace the origin of witchcraft, it doesn’t seem to be in the West. This appears to be witchcraft that took a slightly different path.

Ever since I used the Fog of Annihilation on the battlefield the other day, something was off, and eventually such a strange thing popped out.

What kind of bastard is that who casts that spell?

Scratch scratch.

Rem thought, scratching his head with his right thumb.

‘The madman of indignation is dead.’

That kid is good at fighting anyway, not studying sorcery.

And yet, to achieve the magic of immortality and agelessness? How absurd that is.

So, what I feel from that red-eyed kid is not the legacy of a retard who learned sorcery through illegal means and then died.

Then what is that?

Just by taking a few breaths and scanning the short amount of time the guy in front of her was babbling away, Rem had a rough idea of ​​what her opponent was doing.

‘Descent?’

This is a method of implementing magic using the body as a medium. What would happen if someone similar to you did something like that but without the innate talent?

Not only will it eat away at your lifespan, but you’ll also have to suffer from a chronic disease every time you use it.

That would be possible if you’re lucky.

No, I wonder if they have some kind of safety device in place?

The momentum is more organized than I thought. Then, it may not be an unestablished technique.

It is used while controlling side effects and adverse reactions.

As I watched, I couldn’t help but wonder about the source or origin of that technology.

Because Remdo was also very interested in witchcraft.

‘Still, it’s more sophisticated than that idiot who thinks he’s a Molsen.’

That seemed better than making an article about chimera research.

This was the process by which Rem assessed the enemy’s strength.

The one in the lead, the knight who barks while pretending to recite poetry.

The red-eyed man behind him, the one who rose above the knights through sorcery.

‘And about a hundred other bugs.’

Surrounding them is a group of assassins called the Marsh of Monterr.

While Geor’s Dagger was an assassination guild with a reputation that spanned the entire continent, the Marsh of Monteur was a group that only had influence in the Azpen region.

From the beginning of the guild, it was made up of people who had received support from the king and nobles of Azpen. In a way, it could be said to be the illegitimate child of the king and the nobles.

They are neither a naturally occurring assassination guild nor a unit properly affiliated with the kingdom.

However, just as there are times when an illegitimate child is brought into the family by his father when circumstances arise, these children have now been returned to the kingdom and reorganized to the present.

They all held poisoned daggers, darts, poisoned sand, nets, and harpoons with ropes attached to them, and glared at Rem. It was as if their eyes were glaring at them, making it painfully painful.

Even though he couldn’t see them one by one, Rem felt them.

Just because they’re assassins doesn’t mean they fight with all their emotions suppressed, the tension they exude heats up the air.

Of course, Rem didn’t care whether the air was heated or not.

“I am sad and very sad. Here I am again, having to kill a writer who was born with talent and loved by God.”

And the kid in front of me was also a bit unruly.

It was obvious that he was confident in his victory and looked down on himself, but at the same time, he kept spouting nonsense as if he had been on drugs.

The guy was lost in his own world and was spewing out words as if he was masturbating, which was really jarring to the ears.

It was natural to say something if it was annoying.

“You shared a table with a ghoul? What did you eat wrong?”

Rem, who had been trained by Encred, spat out venomous words.