Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 535

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“… … All retreat!”

General Prock struggled to overcome his pressure and opened his mouth.

Knight Jamal is dead. Will the remaining troops be able to kill that monster?

The reason the article is called a disaster is clearly engraved in General Prock’s ‘it’.

Inside the armor it shook like crazy.

“Why? Do more?”

Encred spoke, taking back the pressure he had unknowingly spread in his excitement.

In front of him, Frock stood frozen, holding his weapon in his hand.

If you attack, I’ll cut you down. But it didn’t look like I was going to attack.

It was the words of a sense that had become more sensitive than the five senses, a sixth sense, and intuition.

Encred enjoyed the moment and thought he had grown a little more through Jamal. The joy was great now.

The fight with Knight Jamal was a duel and the outcome was dramatic, so there was no need to kill them.

Just because a knight can kill a thousand men alone doesn’t mean he should chase down the soldiers and kill them one by one.

That’s not a knight, that’s just a bloodthirsty bastard.

“The blood-drinking knight is taking him.”

This is something parents often say to their children who don’t listen when they are young. It has a similar meaning to “the devil will take you away.” “The ghoul will take you away.”

Aker said in passing that there was a knight who drank blood.

I heard there was a madman who was obsessed with blood, murder, and killing people.

“Giant is fun to write with, human is soft and good, and frog is tough and fun.”

Did you say that?

Encred had no intention of letting it be so. Was it a fight of necessity, or blood for satisfaction?

It was a law that required distinction.

Leaving the oil-dripping Frock behind with tension, Encred retrieved his sword and took Jamal’s sword as well.

‘You didn’t even use a spear.’

As I entered the empty lot, I picked up the javelin that was placed on one side.

‘It wasn’t bad.’

Training with Aker made Will feel more at ease with him than before.

So the robbery didn’t have any effect?

Jamal deserved to be wronged.

The size of the Will contained within Encred was the same as the legendary Usuke.

It was a lake that never dried up and a well that always gushed forth.

It’s crazy to think that you can win by robbing and exploiting something like that.

Of course, if Jamal had known about Encred, he wouldn’t have fought in this way.

He must have changed his tactical direction to take advantage of the gap and strike back with one blow.

Is the opponent’s defeat due to lack of information?

Encrid went into recovery mode as if it were a habit.

“If you get stronger and faster, shouldn’t you also know how to use it more efficiently?”

This is what Luagarne said.

Rem and Ragna weren’t the only sparring partners.

It was a moment when I was stabbed in the stomach, even though I had strength and eyes far superior to hers.

Was it because Luagarne’s water fighting skills were excellent?

Or did he lose strength because he thought his opponent was not a knight?

Neither.

She knew how to fight. She knew how to use what she had. Prock’s body regenerates. So she could give him an arm or something, and she showed him how to fight.

It was a method of taking flesh even if one gave up the bones.

It wasn’t a fatal blow. At best, it was just a slash.

But what was important was that it reached.

What is effective combat?

It’s about thinking. It’s about using the terrain. It’s about reconsidering what fighting is. It’s the realm of individual tactics.

Encred didn’t stop learning just because he became a knight.

It was the same now.

Encred thought that what he was thinking now was similar to the unit-level tactics he had used a little while ago.

This must be the strategy that the prog in front of us has devised.

It was an act that clearly showed the determination to take even one of the opponent’s fingernails instead of giving up both bone and flesh.

“Just go away.”

Encred spoke to Prock, who was still watching him with wariness.

“… …Just go?”

“Is there a reason why I have to die here?”

If there isn’t one, shouldn’t you go?

Frock rolled his eyes in suspicion and stepped back. It was obvious that he was filled with doubts like this in his head: Is it really okay to go?

Encred sent such a proc.

Killing one Proc here won’t change the outcome.

‘If this is the plan set by Christ, it would be better to leave the one with the brain alive.’

There was a plan to join Krang. Come to think of it, Chrys, that guy Wangnuni is a weird kid. He was worried, but he even made plans for the future. Anyway, from that perspective, is it right to kill this Proc?

‘I don’t want to do that.’

I was happy that he ended up sending all of his subordinates away and staying alone, but judging by his current reaction, he seemed like an author who didn’t fit in with the fight to the death.

‘So I’m sending it.’

It was half on a whim and half because he thought it would help Christ’s plans.

No, to be honest, it would be more accurate to say that he didn’t want to kill me when he was left alone after sending all his subordinates away.

Azpen, whose knight was already dead, has suffered a great blow, so even if you spare one Prok, he won’t suddenly gather an army and attack you.

In this situation, waging an all-out war would be nothing more than a meaningless sacrifice.

Although it was a short period of time, it was a decision made based on intuition.

Honestly, if Christ had been watching from the side, he would have said, “You do whatever you want, right?” and I would have had nothing to say.

I had been kicked in the side by Prock once, but that was already completely forgotten.

So there was no such thing as resentment.

Encred took off his weapons again, intending to move towards the other troops.

But there was someone who moved before Encred.

A gloomy man with reddish-brown hair walked out of the shadows in the corner of the empty lot.

Although Rem saw him as sinister and gloomy, he was also a man who could be considered handsome if viewed through a one-sided aesthetic eye.

“Are you done?”

The man asked.

“My side.”

“hmm.”

Originally, the next thing to come up was to go towards Rem or Ragnar, but Saxon did not continue talking as he wiped the bloody dagger.

Encrid said something nice to Saxon.

“Let’s go and see how much Rem and Ragna are getting screwed.”

“Yeah.”

As he went, Encred heard about the enemies that had attacked Saxony.

“Moonlight Fairy?”

“They were good at fighting while hiding, and the reconnaissance team is safe.”

As we continued forward, Finn and the scouts approached us.

“I almost died and came back to life.”

Finn said. Her eyes glanced at Saxon.

The fight that man had shown was still vivid in my mind.

The Moonlight Fairies were the type of people who were good at stabbing others in the back without making a sound.

Moreover, they were so agile even for fairies that they had undergone some kind of training.

As the elven swordsmen with agile bodies and swordsmanship as their specialty rushed in and attacked, Saxon disappeared in an instant.

“What is it!”

At first, I was surprised and shouted. I thought I had to endure and fight like this.

But then, all of a sudden, three or four fairies fell down.

“it!”

One of the fairies responded by swinging her crescent-shaped sword, but there was nothing there anymore.

From then on, the man named Saxon became a messenger who moved between shadows.

The dagger in his hand repeatedly cut through his throat, stabbed his lungs, split his heart, and split his thighs.

Blood spurted out, but no bone fragments flew in. It just kept on spurting blood.

There was never a case where the blade got stuck in the wooden armor worn by the fairy.

Just stick it through the gap in the armor.

Of course, there was the minor problem that the opponent he had to poke was a swift fairy who could leap up a tree like a bird, but that was really only a minor problem.

Finn had seen the knights fight and had quite a bit of experience, but this was his first fight like this.

Should I say it’s great?

I don’t know.

The enemy just fell down and died.

All Finn and the scouts could do was stand back and watch.

In the middle, the one who appeared to be the fairy conductor lay on his back with a dagger that had flown out at some unknown time stuck in his forehead.

It was only natural that that place would become his coffin.

A god of death who swings his dagger and disappears like a dagger that flies without a sound.

Even though the fairies were fearless, it was not the case.

Especially after losing their commander. The fight was shorter than expected. The fairies soon scattered and disappeared.

The man who appeared in that place again.

Finn was a little scary, to be honest.

Should I be relieved that the opponent is an ally? He seems like someone who wouldn’t know when he’d grab my collar.

There was no way such a dangerous author could rest easy.

“It moves.”

After saying that, he immediately started walking away.

“Are you an ally?”

One of the subordinates asked from behind.

Finn nodded, only then realizing that he and the scouts had both taken a few steps back without realizing it.

Why do you feel fear rather than relief when killing your enemy? It may be because of the overwhelming force that Saxon displayed, but it may also be because his swordsmanship seemed to lack any kind of heart.

His swordsmanship showed a dryness, as if he was doing something because it had to be done.

That scared Finn.

“Uh, um.”

Finn, who had been thinking about what had happened earlier for a moment, chose his words, not knowing what to say first.

Encred poked Saxon in the ribs without a care.

“Blood is splattered here too.”

“… … What is this?”

Then Saxon narrowed his eyebrows and asked back. It was worth asking. Encrid had just fooled Saxon’s insight and stabbed him in the side with his senses heated up while dealing with the knight Jamal.

It was similar to mixing noise between sounds. Mixing noise with noise is a structure that hides the message you are really trying to convey.

To be more specific, before stabbing him in the side, he mustered up his will and pretended to touch his neck and trip him.

Of course, Saxony could have stopped it if it had wanted to, but it knew it would and let it happen.

So, it was more like a joke where they knew what each other had done and started a fight.

“Don’t you hate the smell of blood from the lover you left in the city?”

“I wash and go around differently from everyone else.”

“Someone might have a grave in the East.”

“I don’t think that person will die that easily.”

“Why are you rating Dunbakel higher than I thought?”

“Not everyone can survive under barbarians.”

Is it because you survived Rem that you value Dunbakel so highly?

So, should all the kids under Rem die?

Encred looked at Finn with a thoughtful look.

She’s a ranger. She’s been living in the Pen-Hanil Mountains for this fight. So she should be better at finding her way than I am.

But why are you just sitting there?

Finn had complicated feelings.

It was so sad to see a man who would be anyone’s messenger make such a lame joke, and it was even sadder to know that it was Encrid who sent the man in the end.

If he had that kind of power, shouldn’t he have been deployed somewhere else rather than protecting himself and the Ranger unit?

For example, a place where you can fight with Encrid.

Just because the results are good doesn’t mean everything is good.

War involves sacrifice. Finn realizes that, and he thinks it’s his turn this time.

Aren’t you glad to be alive? I am glad, but it would be more accurate to say that my feelings are complicated, with a mix of fear, joy, and relief.

The complicated feelings moved his mouth.

“Why is that?”

All of those complexities were tangled up together and I ended up asking myself questions without even realizing it.

“what?”

“This is like the white infantry coming out to kill a ghoul. No one calls in the knights to kill a demon.”

There will be those who fight at a disadvantage in other battlefields to save their lives.

That’s what Finn said.

She was probably right. She usually was.

Christ also said that there can be no battlefield without sacrifice.

Yeah, that’s what I said.

Encred recalled various stories and spoke frankly about his feelings. It was something he had never said to Christ.

“I thought I could do it.”

“……yes?”

“I thought we could win without a single one of our allies dying.”

If someone who doesn’t know hears it, it’s right to dismiss it as nonsense.

But Encrid had come to cut down the knight. Finn didn’t know it, but he saw the marks of the fight and what Saxon had done.

therefore.

“You can do it?”

Finn asked, half-asleep.

“Oh, I can do it.”

It wasn’t omnipotence, it was confidence.

It was a calculated fight, not a reckless one.

Encred has been harassing Rem and Ragnar since their training with Aker.

“Savages. If you stay still, you’ll fall behind.”

“Me? Who am I falling behind? The captain?”

“no.”

“then?”

“Ragnar’s sword has become heavier.”

“… … Shit, grab your sword and get up. That provocation was good just now.”

And tell Rem this.

“Ragna, it’s okay to get lost. But I don’t think it’ll be fun to see you cry after getting beat up by Rem.”

“Who am I supposed to get hit on by?”

I said Rem, but Ragna didn’t listen.

Instead, the momentum that had seemed loose somewhere changed into something like a sharpened knife.

“Do you want to jump?”

“Block it well. You might get hurt.”

It’s easy to get motivated. Up until now, Encrid would just train and the people around him would get motivated, but this time, he had to do it on purpose.

reason?

“Fight more and stick together more.”

This is Aker’s advice.

I gained something from fighting and fighting with him without rest.

This was not an arrangement prepared by Aker, but something Encred personally achieved.

First, how to deal with Will.

Should we say it is a trick to push a large rock that does not move no matter how much you push it in the direction you want, or a trick to collect water that is constantly gushing out and gather it in both hands?

It wasn’t something that could be done with force alone.

It literally required some ingenuity.

It’s like using the principle of a lever to roll a rock, or tilting your hand to catch gushing water.

Since he was the only one with this kind of will, it wasn’t something he could learn from anyone else.

Encred knew that instinctively.

This is where you need to dig in.

So that’s what I did.

I’ve learned how to handle Gri Will.

The following was an experience from a duel with a knight.

Aker told him to fight the knight more, not as a learner but as an equal.

“It is better to fight once with someone of similar strength than to kill a hundred weaker men.”

Encred followed those words, for he had actually felt it firsthand.

Before going to war with Azpen, Encred practiced the Balaf style of martial arts with Audin, the Valen style mercenary sword alone, sparring with Rem and Ragnar, and playing a game of tail-catching with Saxon, such as stabbing daggers in the back.

That’s the confidence that was created. That’s the power of the allies calculated through that.

‘I think it will work.’

There may be times when you have to sacrifice your allies, but this time, maybe you don’t have to.

Above all, they were all excellent at removing one part of their body when they were in a fight.

Will Rem risk her life to kill the Knight of Azpen and die herself?

That’s nonsense.

I’ll block and hit it here. I think I can do it, so I’ll do that.

If that doesn’t work out, we can discuss the sacrifice then.

“Which way do you go?”

“first.”

That’s how I answered Christ’s question.

I saw Cris muttering that he would turn back when he heard that he wanted a battlefield without sacrifices, but what could I do?

In these matters, you can’t win trust with words, so you have to show it with actions.

Now Encrid was proving his intentions and words.

It is the will to make it a war where no one dies. It is a will that has been clear and bright from the beginning, but it may sound like absurd to some.

However, those who followed Encred and watched him naturally believed in him.

This was the result.