Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 536

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Barnas Hurier doesn’t say he’s the best on the continent or the strongest.

But that doesn’t mean I would be attacked by a knight whose name I didn’t even know.

‘Does this make sense?’

He was lying on the floor. His opponent was also looking at him, striking the floor with his sword.

The thick black greatsword had only half of its blade left, and only one guard remained.

All of them were cut by Barnes’ own wave blade.

Just as Jamal learned the swordsmanship from watching Corwin and trained, his wave sword also had its origins.

The wave sword was Barnas’ specialty.

He strangely did not make a separate engraving weapon, but only acquired a claw after Cypress broke his fingernail as a weapon.

It was a belated creation of the engraved weapon.

Still, he thought he had become stronger than before.

The principle of waves is vibration.

It’s a power multiplication through vibration, and it’s harder to transmit the Will to Chloe than to my nails, but I was able to pour out more than a certain amount of Will instead.

This was because I had to use it at the same time as the armor to put waves into my nails and flesh, which meant I had to waste a lot of Will.

In other words, since it can pour out more will than claws without using armor, it can be said to be stronger in terms of power alone.

That is, my current self fought better than my previous self.

In fact, his skills had improved, but the weapon was just an excuse. After being defeated by Cypress, he was angry about that, so he might have trained tirelessly, gritting his fangs.

Anyway, my skills have advanced one step further than before.

‘I think it would have been worth a try if I met Cyprus again.’

Barnas felt the strength drain from the muscles that had tightened around the severed section of his left arm.

He lost not only an arm, but also a leg.

The area above my left eye was cut, so I couldn’t see.

‘Are your eyes damaged?’

As long as I survive, it doesn’t matter if I live alone.

As long as you survive, that is.

However, the circumstances do not promise his return.

“That monster.”

Barnes thought back over the battle situation just a moment ago.

“All hands on deck.”

At the words of his adjutant, fifty iron-clad spearmen formed a formation and tightened their pressure, and at the same time he himself charged forward.

Wood crack!

It was natural that there would be a transformation of the number of people.

Just like Dunbakel, who was born with a special constitution, he does not look like an actual lion, but his fangs are sharper than before, his ears are more upright, and his whiskers and body hairs have become as hard as wire.

It was the moment when Su-in’s blood boiled and his hunting instinct was awakened.

Barnes used his instincts, but he was not led by them.

That is, he did not rush in and attack first.

Instead, one of the armored spearmen thrust his spear deep into the ground.

He created an afterimage by jumping left and right to attack, and then gave the first attack to his allies after making them focus on him.

It was a great stab. It wasn’t sharp or fast, but it was a blade with physical form.

You can say that avoiding it will be the end of it, but the moment you avoid it, an opening will appear.

Barnes was able to take advantage of that gap. He was able to go beyond aiming and stab and stab.

But even though the blade was aimed at him, the man with the greatsword did not take his eyes off him.

Even as Barnas moved forward, jumping left and right, leaving behind afterimages, his gaze never once left hers.

‘You have good eyes.’

Thoughts are momentary, and actions are also momentary.

In the gap of that moment, the man’s greatsword moved.

Hook, it was so fast that it could even eat up the sound of the air being split. It was not a greatsword being swung, but a short black line that struck the blade as if it were a dagger being swung.

Zzz!

The greatsword broke the blade, not the spear shaft. The blade broke into pieces of metal and flew off in one direction.

“Big!”

The tough leather gloves of the soldier holding the spear burst, and the grip they protected was torn, spraying blood.

Before the drop of blood could hit the ground, Barnes stopped moving side to side and jumped forward.

It is a straight charge after momentarily braking by stamping the ground with the left foot.

I had an illusion that his body was blurry and spread out to the side. The illusion was caused by the sudden stop.

It was a movement that could not have been imitated without Suin’s athletic ability.

The opponent continued to thrust the blade that had broken the spear’s edge down without stopping.

There was no hesitation in his swing, as if the blade was caught in the middle of where he was supposed to swing his sword.

‘Genius talk.’

Anyone can guard themselves against the incoming attack and even slash away flying spear blades.

If you are a knight, you should do something worse. For example, you can avoid it while recognizing and facing it. But the opponent went even further than that.

‘Using the power of striking the blade?’

He accelerated the blade by using the recoil generated by striking the spear with his sword. It was even more so when he estimated the speed of the flying blade.

“under!”

Barnas let out a cheer, finding the trick played by his opponent more enjoyable than he had expected.

Jeeeeeing!

Barnas’ claws trembled as he struck the black greatsword.

Ddddddd, tiddddddd!

The greatsword bounced off to the side, scraping against his fingernails.

The waves generated by the vibrations put a strain on the opponent’s grip and even affect the muscles of the entire body. It was the same even then.

And those who have been hit like this all step back and try to regroup. They are trying to regain their lost balance.

But the crazy murderer would swing his sword again and again, whenever he felt he was shaken, whenever he felt he was lacking.

“after!”

Barnas’ eyes entered the face of the man, who was breathing heavily with pursed lips.

earth!

After another clash, Barnas retreated, allowing the blade to fill the gap.

This is the wheel tactic promised to the commander.

Of course, all the timing was done by Barnes.

How can a common soldier get involved in a fight with a knight who fights with determination?

However, Barnas’ specialty is waves, and knights hit by them cannot use their usual speed and strength.

“If I hit it, my insides will shake.”

The fairy who found out said, but did not try to protect the crazy murderer.

Instead, she moved behind the iron cavalryman wielding a spear.

‘You know how to use your head.’

Even though it would be more comfortable for the two to be together, they split up. Barnas ran towards the fairy.

I figured it would take three or four times at most to be able to ring.

“It’s mine.”

Then the crazy blond guy intervened. He didn’t care that his cheek was scraped by the blade of a friendly soldier’s spear and blood was spraying out, but the crazy guy rushed after Barnas.

“You’re being annoying.”

Barnes frowned. He must still be shaking from the shock, so where would he rush?

earth!

There was a third clash.

Barnas immediately had a strange experience. Instead of the waves spreading out and shaking the enemy’s guts and brains, they seemed to meet similar vibrations and cancel each other out.

“I get the gist of it.”

What is this kid talking about?

Barnes frowned.

Even Jamal, who specializes in stealing technology, took four months to steal a portion of the wave.

From then on, Barnes had to fight a battle that was far from what I had expected.

A man with a greatsword faced him, and a female fairy who appeared to be a fairy knight began to dance against an armored spearman.

Tata dang!

The adjutant’s leadership was dazzling.

He spread out in a wide formation to deal with the greatsword, then changed back to a tight formation.

Still, it was natural that they would die and be cut down one by one.

However, the fairy was not in a hurry to kill everyone.

I just fought back by hitting and blocking moderately.

Still, casualties continued to mount.

Originally, Barnas was supposed to face the two while the armored cavalry applied pressure.

Actually, at first it seemed like things were going that way, but the situation changed when the guy with the greatsword in front of me caught my fingernail.

‘Is this what you guys who know tactics do?’

Barnes was not fazed. His opponent, a knight, could also perform such feats.

It’s still amazing that he managed to get through the wave in three attempts, but what can you do? It’s already happened.

Also, how can battles always go as one expects?

He was old enough not to be flustered by such things.

In addition, we have the means to overcome the current situation.

Is this the genius who learned the trick of withstanding waves?

So what about this?

It was only after three clashes that the fairy managed to put a hole in the head of the third of the armored spearmen.

This happened not long after the fight started.

Barnes pulled out his tie a little early.

Woohoo.

Claw’s claws trembled like the wings of a hummingbird, then the vibrations suddenly stopped. The noise also disappeared.

Ragna held his greatsword at an angle and looked at the tip of his opponent’s claw. In his eyes, the vibration of the blade, resembling a claw, seemed to stop. This was the ultimate wave sword.

The tremors that are invisible to the eye of the knight and the cutting power that results from them.

There was a similar trembling throughout Barnas’s body as he disappeared with a whoosh.

The waves shook his body, allowing him to move faster and with more force than before.

The claw fell from above Ragnar’s head.

Ragnar half-bent his left knee and took it with his sword.

Claw and the Greatsword meet. To the average person, it may seem like a split second of time, but to them, it was a consensual meeting.

Since they decided to cut one side and block the other through insight, it would be okay to call it an agreement.

That’s the moment when two lumps of iron meet.

Iron collided with iron, and there was a loud cracking sound like a leather bag being torn apart.

Ragnar saw the middle of his sword being torn apart. The claws tore through the metal, and the blade, resembling a beast’s claw, vibrated, delivering unprecedented cutting power. A mystery created by a constant frequency.

Barnes was confident of victory here.

And Ragnar, in an instant, saw what he could do.

The talent that had been running from omnipotence to becoming a knight reacted more sensitively than ever.

It was not Barnes who awakened his talent.

Ragnar knows that he can overcome the floating hands in front of him without having to go on adventures.

So this was because of the shock given by the monster Encred just before the war broke out.

I saw a lump of will contained in the body of a man who, although talented, has achieved what he is today through hard work.

It was so big that it wouldn’t come off even if you cut it.

‘How can I overcome it?’

It was the first time in Ragnar’s life that he had thought about something.

The giant Will doesn’t know how to get tired. What if he were to go to the Earth War with his skills?

‘It’s true.’

Ragnar’s talent had already determined his victory or defeat.

Even if you hone your skills for ten or twenty years, the results are the same.

Encred has the upper hand if he holds out consistently on defense. So he shouldn’t do it like he is doing now.

“Is that the limit? Is that what you set it to be?”

Long ago, when I first learned to use a sword, I heard something like that.

“So you’ve judged that your potential is as far as it goes. Then it must be as far as it goes.”

As a child, Ragnar saw the path he was meant to walk, and he saw the destination.

It was a set path, a set something.

And again.

A shock like cold water that awakens a loose mind, thanks to the existence of Encred, Ragnar was now able to draw out and utilize his talents.

It was the footsteps of one who had forgotten limitations.

‘Vibration, trembling.’

The destructive power it caused.

Nails that cut anything.

Again, what makes it possible is vibration.

What makes the sword tremble?

It’s Will. How do you move Will?

It was enough to just learn it through senses.

Ragnar moved Will, making him tremble.

‘Tremble.’

If you move with will, that is will.

The half-remaining greatsword containing Ragnar’s will cried out, “Wooooow.”

“… … What are you doing now?”

Afterwards, Barnas felt relatively deprived and blamed himself for his own arrogance.

‘I thought I was standing at the center of leading the continent.’

He saw himself as someone who could not end the war, but who would be the beginning of a fire that would burn down the continent.

A knight leading the change, Barnas Hurier.

That’s what I thought.

Wasn’t that it?

What Barnas wanted was a new concept of knighthood that would train and raise new knights.

I thought this would lead to a change in the continental map.

His hopes were dashed before he even met Cyprus.

Does that mean I’ll just give in quietly like this?

Barnes began to pour out everything he had.

He would hide dirt in the eyes of those who copied him in real time, then spit on them and bite them.

The crazy blonde’s blade didn’t follow his waves perfectly.

However, it was enough to be accepted.

‘You can do something like this without even a engraving weapon?’

Of course, thanks to that, I broke one of my opponent’s legs and caused his shoulder to drop.

Just like him, one of his eyes was red and three of his left fingers were broken.

The half-finished greatsword will no longer be usable.

But his opponent survived. And he couldn’t do that.

“Lord Varnas!”

He heard the surviving commander shouting at his fallen self.

Barnabas lay down and looked up at the sky.

Above the vacant lot. The sky that the trees had opened up was really high and blue.

‘Even a knighthood of more than ten men was not just a dream.’

It was something closer to reality than a dream.

The article was able to break the notion that the article was a minority.

A knighthood born from a new framework, beyond the knighthood known so far.

A group battle where knights work together in unison.

I had that dream.

Now, a dream that will die and disappear from the hearts of many people.

“I learned well.”

The murderer said.

Is it the goddess of fortune who has put her hand out to me?

Or was it that our belief that we were at the forefront of change was wrong?

“What is your name?”

“Ragnar.”

“Is that all?”

The crazy blonde looked at Suin for a moment before continuing.

“Ragnarok Jawun.”

“The Jawoon family?”

“Anna?”

“I’ve only heard of it.”

After saying those words, Barnes closed his eyes and looked up at the sky.

I just thought it wasn’t a bad idea since I heard the name of a family that was almost legendary as the last opponent.

It may be a regret, but when I think about it, it seems like it wasn’t really my dream.

‘If I was really sincere, shouldn’t I have told someone and what?’

But that wasn’t the case.

I wanted to do it with my own hands. I thought that if not, it would be meaningless.

So it wasn’t a dream, it was greed.

It was an epiphany that came to me just before I died.

For this reason, there is no need to die with your eyes wide open.

Barnes took his last breath with his eyes closed.

“We die here.”

The commander, upon learning of Barnas’ death, suffered a brief internal conflict, but soon decided what to do. He ordered his fifty iron-clad pikemen to charge.

Because I figured that if I did well, I could kill that knight who looked like he was half dead.

If our army loses Barnes, it would be fair to assume that the enemy also loses a knight.

It had to be done that way, even if everyone died here.

“Sometimes I think, you guys look down on me too much.”

This is what the fairy says as she blocks his way.

The commander’s eyes were still focused on the fairy’s back.

I think I could kill him if I just stabbed him in the right way with the blade once.

However, the one guarding in front was also a knight like Ragnar.

Sinar spoke without a trace of laughter and raised a sword that resembled a leaf.

He wanted to give them a chance to go back rather than killing them senselessly, but if they didn’t want to, he had another option.

The leaf sword swung and struck the neck of one of the armored spearmen three steps away.

Kagakak!

The chain around his neck split and a bloody line was drawn across it.

“What the heck. What the heck is this?”

One of the soldiers muttered in fear.

“It is a blade made with spirit.”

Sinar kindly provided an explanation.