Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 587

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Earl Harrison raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, wondering what kind of madness he was doing.

Kururururung.

A sound like thunder struck my ears, and the ground shook as if an earthquake had occurred.

The reason why there was a sound like a thousand cavalry charging was right before my eyes.

Beyond the land I had worked, a herd of wild boars had gathered in unprecedented numbers, raising a cloud of dust.

The demons were gathering there, it seemed like they had formed a colony. It was not even a spell, but the curtain made of dust was like a spell to hide my body. Because of that, I couldn’t even properly determine the number.

The only good thing is that you have time to run to the open field and prepare in advance.

However, the authors who came as reinforcements approached the dust cloud full of wild boar’s fur and confronted them on foot.

Others stepped forward, saying they would fight amongst themselves without interfering.

So, it was like going out to meet the wild boar, not knowing exactly how many there were, but seeing the dust cloud rushing towards them like evil spirits.

If this isn’t crazy, then what is?

Even if he rubbed his eyes, reality did not change. He could see the backs of people jumping over the thorn fence that had been set up slantedly to block the wild boar’s clutches, or turning sideways and moving forward.

At first glance, it seemed like there was no order, but it wasn’t disorderly because there was no ceremony, and everyone took their seats at regular intervals.

Well, that wasn’t important at the moment. The Count didn’t see anything like that.

“no!”

All that came out was this kind of talk.

With the sound of the ground shaking, “Dudududu.” The hand that had been rubbing its eyes had become a fist with enough strength to make veins appear. It was a sight that made my body feel strong on its own.

“These crazy guys!”

The Count finally revealed his true feelings.

Where is the fear of the wild boar’s clutches?

They charge at incredible speed, so unless you’re a knight, you shouldn’t confront them head-on.

But why did you come out like that without any help from the fence?

“What the hell are you doing?”

Even the former mercenary who was the leader of the vigilante group opened his mouth in surprise.

I know that my lord, Earl Harrison, has been asking for help here and there. That letter has even reached the palace.

But I didn’t expect reinforcements to come. But they did come. They weren’t many, but I thought they would be helpful.

Why are they doing that?

Why are you going out with only an axe on your waist instead of a spear?

The leather armor and cloak wrapped around his body looked like a unified piece of equipment.

There is a saying that for mercenaries, equipment is also a skill.

To elaborate, this meant that if you encounter troops dressed so well, you should retreat.

If they even have the equipment like that, I guess they must have trained constantly.

It was the wisdom I gained while wandering around the battlefield after being sold to Krona. So that unit won’t be weak either.

But it seemed like a novel and crazy thing to confront a pack of wild boars that were charging at you.

In fact, if either the Count or the leader of the vigilantes had even a little bit of free time, it wouldn’t have been difficult to guess why they came out.

However, neither of them were quick-witted, and even the ones that were still sharp didn’t have time to use their brains.

As soon as the reinforcements arrived, the wild boar’s wield rushed at them, and before they could even have a meal, let alone offer an invitation, the enemy had already set out without permission.

A vigilante soldier guarding the fence in the middle asked them who they were, but they moved forward without a care.

This happened because those who had gone over the fence formed a large group and a herd of wild boars rushed at them, and everything was in disarray.

The number of demons is more than twice that of the ones who came.

The Count’s eyes trembled. He was extremely tired from the extreme pressure and not being able to sleep for several days.

If I saw the stomachs of those who came as reinforcements being torn open and their entrails spilling out, I would have fainted.

“Good job!”

Someone shouted among the reinforcements.

Was there a commander? I wondered what the commander did when the soldier who came to deliver the news walked around in a shaky manner.

The Count’s eyes caught a glimpse of gray hair. The author was watching with his arms crossed and without a helmet. He looked familiar, but he couldn’t remember it right away.

As time passed, the sun rose, the moon rose, and the rain fell, so did the wild boars and the reinforcements.

I should have stopped him. Only then did the Count come to this conclusion.

While everyone was expecting a terrible disaster to unfold.

Beep beep beep!

Across the wide plain, the sound of flesh bursting and the sound of wild boars kicking the ground mingled.

Blood spurted out. Black blood.

Black blood not only filled the air, but also soaked everything in all directions.

“If you die, you die in my hands!”

In the midst of the confusion, the commander’s shout was heard again.

The wild boar that had rushed forward bared its sharp fangs and lunged at you. If they bite you with a sharp bite, it won’t end with just a tooth mark.

And the Border Guard standing forces that came forward as reinforcements all took out their axes and swung them.

Bam!

With that axe blow, the boar’s head was cut off and began to burst.

From the scene where we rushed in and met until now, everything happened in an instant.

What is this?

The bags under the eyes of Count Harrison, who had been trembling a moment ago, have subsided.

“What is this?”

The Count asked in absurdity. It was both a question to the vigilante leader and a conversation to himself, but the vigilante leader had nothing to say.

All I could think was that those guys were really good at fighting.

The number of people who came as reinforcements was less than fifty, but they all fought like crazy.

* * *

When Rem named the unit he formed, “Assault Unit,” everyone around him started calling them “Rem Assault Unit.”

It’s a good thing they weren’t called the Mad Axe Squad, but honestly, they didn’t care what people called them.

Everyone has been trained by Rem, and recently, the twins have even been learning the basics of sorcery.

“I wish there was some kind of magic that would make you come back to life. Just kill them all.”

Rem lived with these words on his lips.

It goes without saying that the intensity of the training was insane.

However, that doesn’t mean I just pick anyone to be my unit member. Like before, I only took those who caught my eye.

There were some who gave up in the middle. So, we narrowed it down to about 50 people, and these were the core resources of the assault unit.

Among them, three showed signs of talent. One of them was left alone because he had no talent other than fighting, and only two were appointed as adjutants.

The assault troops swung their axes around the two adjutants.

The two adjutants were actually the core of the advanced formation.

Rem enjoys fighting with force without having to form a formation, but if he were left to his own devices, there would be more than a few who would die.

Although he didn’t know much about tactics, he had heard and seen and learned a lot, and he had even mixed in some advice he had gotten from twisting Christ’s leg. Rem thought to herself that they were finally useful.

“This is better than the monkey trap hidden in the tree!”

One of the adjutants shouted. He had his hair cut very short, and everyone agreed with him.

A wild boar that comes at you openly is several times better than a monkey that sneaks up in the middle of the night and steals your brain.

That’s true.

Their training ground and playground was the Pen-Hanil Mountains, and the demons coming from there were much easier to deal with.

Wouldn’t it be enough to just chop, cut, and beat up the guys who rushed at them? That’s what they did.

He swung his axe over the thorn fence.

Although the demon was running at a terrifying speed, its movements were in a straight line.

So it wasn’t difficult to see, react, and avoid it.

They were all of them with a boldness similar to the heart of a beast.

Of course, all of this was Rem’s work.

The Heart of the Beast had been touched several times while teaching Encred, and now that Rem herself had clearly improved her skills, she was able to improve the technique to make it much easier to learn than before.

It’s not to the point where you wouldn’t blink an eye even if a blade was flying, but it’s enough to give you a little peace of mind.

I originally selected the bold ones, so this was enough.

Rem’s assault force showed off the fruits of their labor.

“friendship!”

One of the soldiers predicted the path of the wild boar that was charging towards him with its head sticking out, calculated its speed, turned sideways, and swung his axe diagonally.

Then, the wild boar that was rushing towards me ended up rushing towards the axe blade itself.

Bam!

He put strength into his arms and changed the angle of the axe blade in the swinging stance.

No matter how strong you are, you can’t handle a demon that is several times heavier than you rushing at you with all its might.

So, aiming for the back of the neck, he put the axe blade into the boar’s hide and flesh, then exerted force to raise the axe blade diagonally upward. And with that, “thud!” the boar’s hide, flesh, and blood were sprayed into the air.

He showed off his evasive skills, but even this required a great deal of strength. It was a feat that was close to great skill and acrobatics, but he was able to show this level of skill thanks to his training.

The number of wild boar attacking you has decreased dramatically.

Luckily, there were several wild boars that I killed by splitting their necks or skulls, and there were more than ten demons that swung at the legs and knocked them down on their own.

It was a sight to see the surroundings soaked in black blood.

The onlookers, including Count Harrison, the vigilante leader, and the vigilantes who were watching, were all so shocked that they could only open their mouths and say nothing. It was something that could be said.

However, not all of this was to Rem’s liking.

“If you guys do well, I’ll go back. But if you cause trouble or hear anything unpleasant, I’ll come back.”

Rem’s cheer was unique.

At those words, all the assault troops raised their heads. Their eyes and attitudes were filled with earnestness.

I listened to Rem’s words even as I split the head of the wild boar that was rushing at me.

In particular, the two adjutants who fought as unit commanders were truly desperate.

“Yes, I will do my best!”

Rem nodded. He was planning to clean up the area while he was out and then go back.

I heard there are a lot of thieves around these days.

Rem turned around and left the people who were fighting without saying a word. Everyone was busy watching the battlefield where the wild boar was being killed. Rem, who had slipped away in the middle of the battle, found traces of a new bandit group on the way back.

Finding and chasing traces of people was one of Rem’s specialties.

The bandits were based about two days away from the city the Count was guarding.

The base was made of a hut-like structure with walls made of wooden palisades, but no matter how you looked at it, it looked flimsy.

It seemed difficult to even make a proper living without someone taking the initiative and looking after you.

Rem judged it that way, but didn’t care. They were finished for today anyway. It didn’t matter whether someone was watching them or not, or whether there was a talented guy in the bandit group or not.

There was nothing like a spire, so the thief who was holding his bow beyond the fence couldn’t close his mouth.

What was that just now?

I clearly saw a guy running towards me and shot an arrow, but the moment I released the bow, the guy I was aiming for had already reached the fence.

Even though I didn’t blink, it disappeared without an afterimage, as if I had teleported forward.

Rem was under the spell of the leopard’s paw. So naturally, it was difficult to follow his movements with the criminal’s eyes.

Liar!

Rem kicked the fence of the base with her foot and shouted.

“Hey, today is your day. If you want to live, run away. Do you understand?”

As the fence broke and splinters flew, I was about to cut off the heads of two bandits who had shot arrows when a group of bandits swarmed out.

“What are you talking about, you crazy bastard! We are the Brotherhood of Blood!”

The leaders were five men who were sworn brothers, and they all believed in loyalty.

“If we die, let’s die together!”

“We live together even if we live together!”

As they kept rushing in, Rem decided to grant their wishes.

“Okay, let’s all die together today.”

What was strange was that they used a flute to control the demons, and with the sound they controlled the wild boar demons.

As Rem approached and blew the flute, a demon with a larger belly than a normal demon and two horns next to its nose rushed out from a hole dug in the middle of the village.

His eyes were red and he looked extremely vicious, as if he had starved for several days.

Beep beep beep!

As soon as the whistle sounded, the demon leaped out of the pit into the air with a bang and ran at Rem as soon as he saw her.

Rem fiddled with the handle, wiping his mouth roughly, then pulled out the axe in one breath and swung it vertically.

The world seemed to split in two for a moment as Rem swung her axe.

That’s what it looked like to the bandit leaders.

Boohoo!

The demon’s body split vertically and fell to the left and right in front of Rem.

The entrails and blood poured out, soaking the floor.

Even after swinging the axe, Rem was still fiddling with the handle and muttering to himself.

“Oh, you’re not feeling well today? Oh, okay.”

To the Brotherhood leader, that was clearly a madman. Who was he talking to? To himself? To his alter ego?

The Mad Knights, the Knights of Madness. Their names were widely known and quite a few people knew Rem’s name, but few recognized him just by looking at his face.

But after seeing Rem’s axe swing, everyone could tell that something was wrong.

“If you don’t want to die, run away.”

As Rem spoke, he lifted his axe onto his shoulder. Four of the brothers who had been acting as the leaders of the Brotherhood with their easygoing demeanor fled, leaving only one who looked dull to attack.

He was so shocked to see his four brothers, who had promised loyalty, running away that he could not even swing his iron-rimmed club properly.

Rem lightly swung his axe, splitting the club and cutting off one of the attacker’s arms.

“Ugh!”

He then chased after the remaining four and beat and decapitated them one by one.

“You’re brothers?”

The number of bandits exceeded a hundred, and many of them were good archers, but when Rem showed off his skill by catching flying arrows and throwing them back, killing them, they were all speechless.

So, one of the bandits who had been causing trouble in the South, disappeared.

Who would have imagined that a knight’s power would come here and stir up trouble among the bandits?

It was something that no one could have expected.