Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 541

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“You are the lord, right?”

Graham looked at the guy who suddenly appeared and looked at him.

‘Crazy guy?’

He looked like he would look good even if he drooled.

He looked like he was wearing a tattered gambit, an old scabbard, and a dented helmet.

Although he appeared to be nothing more than a lunatic, Graham took up his stance with his sword and shield in hand.

The man who appeared in a shabby appearance let out a sigh, blinked his bloodshot eyes a few times, and spoke.

“I’m busy. I’ll finish this quickly.”

The tone of voice was feminine, but the murderous intent contained within was not ordinary.

As soon as he finished speaking, a cheer erupted in front of me.

Waaaaaaaaaah!

It was towards the battlefield. I thought I could hear someone’s name among the shouts, but it was too far away for me to hear the shout clearly.

Graham was moving with the intention of gathering all his forces, including the rear units, to defend if an all-out war broke out.

Having at least one more person who can fight, whether it’s advantageous or not, will help reduce the damage to our allies.

Then suddenly, a man popped out from the bushes next to the shrine and blocked the road.

There were hardly any soldiers around. Whether it was the supply unit or something else, their attention was focused on the front line at the moment.

Srrrrrr.

The bloodshot-eyed madman pulled out his sword and turned his head from side to side, the tip of the drawn sword shaking along with it. I don’t know what happened to him, but it was clear that his mind and body were not normal.

The center line was also disturbed and the balance seemed strangely distorted.

The muttering there was quite a sight.

“Wouldn’t it be the greatest achievement if it were the Lord’s neck?”

What the hell is this?

Although he is the lord of the Border Guard, even a passing child knows who truly represents this land.

Demon slayer, friend of the king, Encred.

In other words, my position was merely a facade. Of course, Graham himself did not think so.

The old warrior knew all too well that it was a blessing to have the time to watch Encred and hone his skills.

Even though I staggered and drew my sword, it was clear that the man blocking my path was no ordinary man.

If he were just crazy, he wouldn’t have even come this far.

Even from Graham’s perspective, the opponent’s skills seemed considerable, and next to him, Prock, who had a far superior eye for detail than humans, whispered and supported his judgment.

Luagarne was the escort assigned by Christ.

“It’s a knight.”

Three letters were enough.

Just before hearing Prock’s words, one of the guards frowned and was about to step forward, but Graham stopped him.

“Don’t come out.”

“yes?”

“Get out.”

Graham was not a calculating man, but he was also not one to turn a blind eye to the obvious.

If the guards came out, they would die. So, I couldn’t just sit back and watch that happen.

You’re sending out a guy whose name you know, whose face you know, and whose food, sleep, and training you’ve had with him just to test his skills?

By Graham’s standards, a commander like that would have been beheaded on the spot.

So he couldn’t do that. Graham pushed back the guards who were trying to block his way.

‘Is today the day I die?’

I don’t know how the enemy knight came to be here in such a state, but if the opponent is a knight truly called Disaster, it will be difficult to even block one attack.

If I’m lucky, I’ll get to block it twice?

Still, Graham took up the sword.

It was the law that any soldier who went into battle had to do his part.

It was not the role of the lord to quietly stick his neck out and die here.

“I am the lord of the Border Guard.”

Graham looked straight ahead with his sword in his hand, but his opponent’s sword suddenly disappeared.

It was before he could even finish his answer. Naturally, he had no time to show off his spirit. What saved him was simple and honest repetitive training.

Graham saw Encred at a point when he thought his age and skills were at their limits, and after seeing him, he realized that it was not the end but the beginning, and he spared no effort in sweating.

That saved him.

As a habit, he thrust his sword diagonally, centering his legs around it and applying force while trying to let the sword slip.

It was a habit I developed while fighting Encred.

It was the result of a desperate attempt to withstand even a single blow.

In conclusion, when I raised my sword diagonally and applied force, the unbearable violence fell like a blade.

Bang! Kkagagak!

I couldn’t say that it was completely spilled. Strictly speaking, I should say that it was only half spilled.

Still, I held on.

Graham was also a lord, so he naturally had a great sword. It was a Valery steel sword. One side of the blade of that steel sword was half-serrated.

Even though he had half-blown away the attack, Graham felt as if the grip on his sword was going to burst.

Actually, the jaw may have been torn a little.

‘I held on.’

Even if it was half luck, that was the result. It was a knight’s blow.

Of course, this was possible because Corwin’s condition was not normal.

His head was filled with a mix of battlefields, bloodshed, and escapes, but his sense of purpose was the only thing that remained.

It is meaningless and will only cause resentment, but he is going to kill the lord and go.

He did so with the flow of consciousness.

I came here hiding in the bushes, carrying an old scabbard that didn’t even fit my engraved weapon, and wearing a Gambison that I stole. I didn’t have any fairy tale-like talents like Knight Jamal, so I came here hiding.

It was only because the Azpen army, which had rushed in to wage an all-out war from the front, had created an opening that they were able to infiltrate.

If not, it would have been discovered.

“A baby frog.”

Corwin’s bloodshot eyes were gleaming. They were full of life.

Another reason he couldn’t take the enemy’s head off in the previous blow was because of his ankle.

The whip wrapped around his ankle saved Graham’s life. And the owner of the whip, Luagarne, had one thought as he watched the blow just a moment ago.

‘It’s half a penny.’

Of course, there is no doubt that it is a knight. However, not all knights are the same.

Should we say that the level of completion is so low that it is embarrassing compared to the likes of Encred, Rem, and Ragna?

so.

‘It’s bearable.’

Of course, it is possible to only endure. The ending cannot be good.

The reason Luagarne was here as Lord Graham’s escort was because of a request from Chrys, who was worried that the enemy might bypass his forces and launch a surprise attack.

So no one could have expected the knight’s raid here.

That is, it was difficult to ask for help.

So, the ending can’t be good. At best, you’ll just have to endure it and die.

‘So should I give up?’

Ask yourself. No answer is needed.

Gulp.

Luagarne puffed out her cheeks.

There are moments when there is no need for frustration or despair. That is when something must be done immediately. Just as the man she watched did. Luagarne tightened her grip on the whip ring.

“I will kill them all.”

Corwin said and pulled his foot. Luagarne was dragged along even though she was using all her strength.

Bam!

After that, he raised the loop sword in his right hand above his head and blocked it, and his opponent’s sword struck him above it.

I didn’t block the sword’s trajectory, I just predicted it.

Then, right next to him, Graham brought down his sword with a “Hot!”

Beyond the guards, some soldiers heard the commotion and rushed over, but Corwin had already turned away.

I believed that I could kill and escape no matter who tried to stop me.

From here on out, it was already crazy.

They say that a knight is someone who cuts a thousand pieces of cloth alone, but how can he survive when arrows are raining down from all sides and an army is rushing in?

Just because you’re a knight doesn’t mean you don’t get tired.

But if I had been thinking like that, I wouldn’t have come this far.

Corwin’s eyes became even redder. The burst blood vessels in his eyes made him look more like a demon or a beast than a human.

The blade, filled with life, flew fiercely.

Wheeing!

The knight, whose weapon was insight, began to push forward with speed and power.

If it were normal, Graham would have been cut down and killed long ago, but he held on even though his armor was blown off and his arms were torn apart.

Graham has been watching over Encred and training him constantly.

He did so by leaving all the work of the castle lord to Christ.

Thus, he rose to the level where he could be called a knight.

Of course, as a knight, he shouldn’t have been able to block the current attack in succession. That’s right. But he was blocked.

If we were to explain the reason, it could be said that firstly, Corwin’s Will was disheveled as he ran away without paying any attention to Will’s damage, and secondly, it was because Luagarne’s whip was wrapped around his ankle and kept getting in his way.

Thirdly, it was because Corwin did not use his special ability but rather brought out his usual weaknesses.

It’s not a sharp sword stroke with insight, but an attempt to suppress it with force.

“Eww!”

Corwin’s cry, which had lost its composure, contained only negative emotions. It was a sound that was unpleasant to hear.

Most of the surrounding soldiers frowned.

That doesn’t mean there was anyone who could come forward.

hook.

Corwin’s sword cut through the air again. Will may not be as strong as before due to his foolish actions, but he was still a knight.

There was nothing to say even if Graham’s head was cut off by this blow.

Moreover, Graham was afraid that his escort unit would be killed, so they all retreated.

Crunch!

But this time too, Corwin failed to achieve what he wanted.

His sword cut something, but it wasn’t the lord’s neck.

Flap flap.

He saw Ben Frock’s one arm flopping around on the floor like a fish pulled out of water, splattering blood.

“How many times do you think you can stop it?”

Corwin let out a dark, murderous grumble.

At this point, Corwin found something akin to coolness.

It was something close to a wishful thinking for him, but as time passed, this gloominess might have sublimated into Will and opened up a path for Corwin.

Even though it was the life of a mad knight filled with slaughter.

That is, if you survived.

Corwin shattered Graham’s shield, broke his fingers, and cut off Luagarne’s leg, but failed to kill him.

The important thing was that much time had passed and the crazy Corwin didn’t really realize it.

“Hey, you little punk, you came all the way here? Why did you come here?”

The voice stopped the battle. It was a light and refreshing shout. Even so, Corwin tried to cut down the lord until the end, but he could not move as he intended.

Something flew in with a whoosh along with the voice and crossed between Graham and Corwin.

Corwin reflexively stepped back. Graham flinched, too late to realize it.

It was something several times faster than the sword Corwin had received just a moment ago.

pop!

An object flew in with a loud noise, hit the ground, and dust rose up before scattering. Upon closer inspection, it was a hatchet. Graham couldn’t see it flying properly either, so to the soldiers, it looked like a bolt of lightning.

The flying hatchet hit the ground, kicking up dust, creating an optical illusion as if it had been carved out of broken light.

Even though the blade was a bit small because it was a throwing axe, the entire blade was embedded in the ground. The force was incredible.

Corwin’s head jerked back. His eyes grew wide as if they were going to burst. Some of the blood vessels in his eyes burst and flowed out as bloody tears.

“Why you?”

The Grim Reaper has returned. He is a gray-haired monster.

Behind him was a man with black hair and blue eyes, and next to him was an expressionless author with auburn hair.

Right next to me was a female soldier gasping for breath. Her name was Finn.

Finn returned and reported, and quickly brought Encred back after seeing the situation.

That is, Graham would have to be generous with his words of gratitude to her later.

The moment Corwin reflexively tried to run away, something flew towards the spot he was trying to pass by.

Corwin twisted his body to dodge, and it was a sword that resembled a leaf. The blonde fairy with a look that no one would ever forget once she saw the sword opened her mouth.

“I won’t let you escape, you little punk.”

What the hell are you talking about?

Corwin thought as he glanced around at everyone blocking his way.

“Brother, it is time to go see God.”

It was the words of the author, who resembled a large bear standing on one side.

That statement came true.

“Wow!”

Corwin, screaming and shouting, tried every means to escape. His insight, almost like a supernatural ability, read the future.

Corwin, who had seen all the future, saw the inevitable attack tearing open his neck.

“no!”

That was his will.

Bam!

Knight Corwin’s neck flew into the air.

Rem swung his axe, trying to split Corwin’s head again as he fell to the ground, but let it go.

What would you do with a dead man’s head?

“You crazy kid.”

Rem spat. He was a very unpleasant kid in many ways.

Only then did Graham and Luagarne, whose limbs had been cut off, exhale deeply.

Encred supported the two.

“Limbs grow back.”

Luagarne said this as the soldiers rushed to fix the severed section and bandage it.

“What happened in the future?”

Graham asked.

“I sent it back.”

Encrid, who had always shown respect to Graham, also liked what he was saying just now.

Thanks to that, there will be no casualties in this battle.

Encred spoke calmly, and some of the soldiers surrounding him looked at the mad unit cutting down the knight called Calamity.

There weren’t many eyes watching.

Even as we watched Azpen retreat, our troops had to hold their ground.

But even in this situation, there were those who saw firsthand what Encred did.

“Iron wall.”

Someone said.

That changed Encred’s most famous nickname. He was given the nickname of the Iron Sword.

“It’s late.”

Between the soldiers watching, a wide-eyed Kreis appeared, and next to him, a leopard-shaped Esther looked at Encred with blue eyes.

If the end of Azpen speaks of downfall and despair.

The end of Naurilia could be said to have marked the birth of a hero.

Since there were many eyes watching the battlefield, rumors would spread quickly.

It was an evening where we rescued Graham and retrieved Luagarne, who had her limbs cut off.

It was a toast day, and for the next few days, the priority was to organize the battlefield.

I had to watch to see if Azpen would do something crazy again, so I couldn’t just go out drinking and go crazy right away.

It was evening, and the soldiers who had washed, eaten, and dressed up were still excited and chatting away.

Only then did Encred feel a sense of emptiness, and that emptiness appeared in the middle of the night when the sun had set.

“I found it by luck.”

“You were heading towards Azpen, using your greatsword as a staff!”

Ragna was brought by the scouts and soldiers who were guarding the surrounding area.

“ah.”

Encred let out a short exclamation.

It’s because I completely forgot about it.

“Whew, I found the right one.”

As soon as Ragnar entered the barracks with his nonsense, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

Naturally, it was a mandatory barracks march.