Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 612

612. Light that is not dazzling

Lawford hoped that Saxon would slow down the enemy by assassinating a few priests, but the enemy general blamed it on evil spirits.

‘You have good reflexes.’

Or maybe he had already thought that they would respond in this way.
Lawford quietly looked at the enemy and his allies, the terrain they currently occupy, and their positions. It was just then that the enemy army began to advance slowly. After calculating that far, this was the conclusion he came to.

‘If you fight inside the monastery, the damage will be too great. Some people will die without even being able to fight back. Fighting inside the monastery should not be included in the power category.’

Then what should we do?
Lawford, holding his sword, went to the front of the monastery, removed the fence that was blocking it, and cut the bushes.
In fact, he had been doing it since Esther blocked the sacred spell earlier. Fel helped with that. Encred saw that and told him to come forward. It was
n’t something he had thought about, but it was because these three had finished preparing to come forward. He didn’t move with any particular strategy in mind.
There wasn’t anything he could see that would do that.
Anyway, Fel spoke from behind Lawford, who had almost cleared the path.

“I’ll go first.”
“……You little punk, I started opening the door, so why are you going first?”
“If you’re going to fight, go out and fight, little brothers.”

Teresa cast a shadow over their heads and gave a wise answer to their foolish conversation.
In the meantime, Teresa’s gaze turned to her teacher, who had seen Audín come.
Audín nodded from afar. There would be plenty of time later to share what had happened, including the regrets.
So for now, I should do what I had to do.

“Instead of fighting inside, we will fix the battlefield position outside. That way, no one will die.”

Lawford said as he stepped forward.
Instead, Lawford and the three of them would have to fight with half their lives on the line, but that was no big deal.
Usually, when sparring with Ragna or Encred, they would be pushed to the brink of death.
Wouldn’t it be worth it to risk half their lives?
Lawford truly thought so.
That was why he did something he would never have imagined
back in Nauril. Instead of listening to the opinions of others, he took
the initiative and acted like this. Encred had told him to be quick to respond
, so he had permission. Lawford stepped forward and drew a line on the ground.

“If you want to die, cross this line.”

I always wanted to do what Encred did. Then, Pel, who was next to me, stepped forward and said.

“I have crossed it.”
“You ignorant shepherd, that is what I said to my enemies.”
“Oh, I know. But before you even come near this line, I will let you taste my sword first. Now, if you have no talent and are holding an iron bar, you are prepared to lose your life, right?”

The first words were directed at Roford, and the second words were directed at the enemy camp. Pel was relaxed. In his opinion, there were few among them who would dare attack if only for their talent.
The momentum of the enemy soldiers who were approaching grew fierce.
Showing the gray light meant that they were taking personal advantage and were deeply tainted by the world.
To such people, wasn’t authority the highest value?
The Holy Order felt heat rising throughout their bodies as they saw the two directly ignoring that authority. The name of that heat was anger.

“I will rip that mouth open and kill you!”

The first paladin charged forward. He was a man without a horse, confident in his legs.

Zzz!

The earth cried and his body became a straight line that divided the battlefield.
Then, Pel, who had been in the forefront, faced him and drew another line on his body.

Crackle, squeak.

The sound was heard only by Pel. Those who watched from a distance recognized the scene with their eyes, not their ears.
It was the scene of a large, rushing Templar falling down with half of his side cut off and his entrails spilling out.

“Ugh.”

The fallen paladin tried to grab his flowing entrails with a strange scream, but Lawford followed up by striking his head with the side of his sword.

Hook, bang!

The helmet tilted sideways and the creature’s head hit the ground. Blood flowed from the creature’s side and soaked the floor. A warm, moist liquid filled the cold, dry earth.

“Just one.”

Pell said.

“I finished it.”

Roford snorted and stood next to Pel.
Some of the group of holy warriors who had been rushing toward him changed their momentum.
They weren’t the ones who had just broken through their allies. If they had been swept up in the atmosphere and rushed in, they would have only increased their damage.
Among the ten holy warriors, there was one leader who led the group. They were the senior holy warriors.

“Make it big.”

A group with a long tradition tends to hone their group tactics.
These people were no different.
The twenty-two Templars of Abundance split into two groups.
The six Templars of Libra, confident in their abilities, approached Teresa, who had stepped aside.

“Is that a giant? It seems like it would be worth fighting. Its skin is tough, so it would be fun to use.”

The holy man licked his sword, which was swinging smoothly, and said, “
Has Teresa learned anything from Encred during that time? Of course she has.”

“You have poison on your tongue.”

The sarcastic remarks and provocations from Encred twisted the Templar’s mind.
The Templar’s smile twisted at the unexpected words.

“Twin year.”

It was a harsh speech, not typical of a religious person, but Teresa’s heart was at peace.
It wasn’t like she was singing about peace right now.
Teresa raised her shield diagonally to the left. She saw the six Templars trying to surround them, widening the gap between them.
The six Templars had no intention of losing or being defeated. They formed a certain formation and took out their weapons.
Looking at them, Teresa thought back to her training time for a moment. It was only for a moment, but her stomach churned.
The madman’s training and discipline reminded even a half-giant of dizziness and nausea.
What was she holding in her hand after all that hardship?
Teresa put her left foot out, put strength into her right foot, and lowered her posture slightly. She was in a position where she could immediately strike down someone diagonally with her shield if they approached.

“joy!”

Then, a paladin suddenly approached and swung his flail.
It was a technique of striking from above and aiming for the wrist beyond the shield. Teresa quickly raised her shield and blocked the flail with the edge of her shield.

Zzz!

The iron hit iron. A loud noise spread around. It was an attack that ignored defense.
Teresa then immediately swung the sword in her right hand. It was a vertical swing based on great strength.
The swing was blocked by the two other Templars on the left and right of the attacker.
They both held thick iron bars and crossed them to block Teresa’s sword.

Zzz!

There was a second crash. It was a crash loud enough to deafen you for a moment.

“You will regret coming forward.”

One of the opponents said. He was frowning. Their tactics were simple. The one who struck would move boldly and the other two would block.
It was a tactic of three becoming one. Since there were six in total, attacks of similar power would fly left and right.
Teresa would block one side with her shield and the other side with her sword or strike back.
At first glance, Teresa seemed to be at a disadvantage. The ones who rushed at her would switch positions and fight, but Teresa couldn’t do that.
However, Teresa herself didn’t perceive this as a crisis.
Wasn’t it easier to block than if Lawford and Pell joined forces to attack?
Also, the fact that the opponent didn’t have any openings wasn’t a problem.

“If you pull and push and the door doesn’t open, you may wonder if you are not strong enough.”

The words of the temple. To be exact, the words written in the Bible of the God of War.
Teresa liked these words very much.
When Encred showed off his attack by gathering Will, Teresa could already do something similar.
She loaded Will with the power of a natural giant. She opened a door that would not open.

Yeah.

She blocked with her shield and parried the blunt attack coming from the right with the tip of her pommel. In the short gap she gained, her sword traced the same trajectory as before.
The vertically falling blade struck the intersecting iron bars.

Bam!

And then a loud noise different from before erupted.

Woojijik.

Then there was the sound of something breaking.

“……This ignorant.”

Even if the two disperse their power at the same time, what if they
hit with a power that exceeds that? Furthermore, Teresa did not just push with force. If she had done so, Audin, who had taught her, would have let out a sigh of regret.
In other words, not only was the way she unleashed her power different from before, but the skill contained within it was also different.
The moment she struck, she twisted the blade to transfer more power to the left.
She tilted the blow that was difficult for two to withstand toward one.
It was a variation of the knights’ specialty, ‘infiltration.’ When
the direction of the power shifted to one side, the sound changed, and one of the men holding the staff broke his wrist.

“Treat it.”

One of the remaining ones spoke, but if you look at it carefully, it was not a problem with tactics, but with the brain.
Teresa’s sword and shield began to move at a different pace than before.
They became faster and more aggressive.
She used her shield to attack, but she also held the handle where the end of the shield was attached and used the edge as a sword. When
the outer surface of the armor was cut off by the edge of the shield, one of the Templars shouted.

“You’re crazy!”

Teresa was delighted at those words.

“Do you know the name of our knights?”

By proving that she can’t be defeated by words, she made her affiliation clear.

“crazy!”

Another knight shouted as he thrust his sword. It was not a simple thrust, but a weighted blow.
If you were to take it clumsily, it would break a few ribs and be an unresolved attack.
The sword that was pushed away along with the words ended up stabbing one of the enemy knights in the thigh.

Bam! Crunch.

The paladin let out a terrible scream as his bones shattered and shattered.

“Eww!”

It was a bone-chilling, painful scream. A broken thigh bone was poking through the flesh of her thigh.
It was because she had deliberately pushed it in and struck it, sending shock inside.

“Stop! The God of Scales is watching!”

Everyone hastily raised their holy light. They were armed in gray under the sunlight. Their light was not dazzling at all.
Teresa swung her weapon with that thought. While she was driving, beating, and laying down the six Templars, Lawford and Fel also faced the enemy.

“Why are you facing me?”
“Get out of here and play with the sheep. Don’t stay here.”

The two still exchanged fierce words, but they didn’t really leave each other’s backs empty.
Not all of the paladins were of the level of semi-knights. Semi-knights weren’t that common in the world.
However, one out of ten was definitely more skilled.
The ten attacked, defended, retreated, and then switched with their comrades.
There was no time to push one guy back.
Furthermore, the ten weren’t all of the same skill, and their habits were different.
And since these ten had plenty of time to catch their breath, they put all their effort into one attack. In this situation, it wasn’t easy to turn the tide by striking them off in one breath.
The fight between the many weak and the few strong often ended up taking the form of the few stamina being eaten up, and so their fight went that way.
Among the paladins, there were two who reached the level of semi-knights, and both had good patience.
They didn’t step forward and worked together with their comrades.
That made them more difficult to deal with, and they even freely manipulated the paladins’ mouths.

“You idiots.”
“Where am I?”
“You two idiots.”
“I’ll cut off the one with the longest tongue first.”
“Where did I tell you not to cross? You idiot.”
“Go get your mother.”

The holy knights were all good with words. I wondered where they learned such things.
Being immersed in the world meant being closely related to the world.
In particular, the holy knights under Mul often dealt with merchants and thieves. As a result, their good with words naturally increased.
It was hard not to get angry at the kid with the goatee who pronounced the word for “retard” as “baeksin,” because he looked so cunning.
Not all twenty of them were talking, but more than ten of them were attacking with words, so it was difficult for just two of them to win.
In the end, whether it was Roford or Fel, they had no choice but to take turns being slapped and stabbed.

Pick.

Then, a spear blade grazed Pel’s cheek. Blood spurted out. Pel stepped back and kicked a rock with his foot.
He had been calculating his move to create an opening for his opponent.
The rock flew out and was blocked by the shield of the man who had come out from behind.

puck.

The stone hit the shield so hard that it splintered and bounced, but that was all.
There was no gap.
On the other side, Lawford was just dodging the spears and morning stars flying left and right with his sword.
What would happen if he kept fighting like this? Pell knew without even hearing the answer.
And if he knew, Lawford would know better.
Wasn’t he a guy whose specialty was focused on that?

“hey.”

Pell called Lawford.

“why.”

Lawford answered, stepping forward. Pell, moving in time, asked.

“Do you see the gap?”

The two were on bad terms. Really bad.
However, because they were so conscious of each other and fought each other, they were the best in the knighthood.
Originally, when you become a semi-knight, it becomes more efficient to fight alone than to fight together. When force becomes a weapon of war, it naturally becomes that way, but it was a different story for these two.
Fel knew Lawford’s specialty well. Lawford
also knew
Fel’s specialty well. Lawford did not have the explosive power that Fel had.
Lawford used a calm, build-up swordsmanship, which was the opposite of the way he put power into each strike.
Of course, he also knew his weakness, so he was mixing a heavy sword into his traditional swordsmanship.
He was learning that from Ragnar.
Ragnar was not a good teacher, but he was not one to avoid sparring, so he had some achievements.
On the other hand, Fel mainly used explosive swordsmanship. Building up or calculating fights were not his specialty.
His foundation was to utilize his animalistic senses to some extent.
That’s why he was weaker at fighting than Lawford.
Lawford didn’t want to hang out with Pell unless absolutely necessary.

“Huh? Your mom did it with a ghoul?”

Looking at the face of the bastard who spoke like that, twitching his goatee, and who could be called a holy man and a son of a bitch, it seemed like it would be a good idea to have a truce with Pel for a while.

“There’s a kid who’s really good at using his tongue.”
“Okay, I’ll let you cut that kid’s tongue off.”

Peldo also gave in. The Paladin’s lively words and actions combined the two’s strengths.