Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 626

626. Pack. Where. Nicely. Kill.

Originally, what I learned as Valen-style mercenary swordsmanship was to bend one knee without drawing the sword and look at the opponent, pretending to be relaxed.
The most important thing here was the position of the gaze and the hand.
It was said that I should never hold the sword grip and let my hand hang down.
When I learned it, I thought that if I could deceive the opponent to this extent, I was truly sincere, and I admired the tenacity of the person who created this swordsmanship.
And now, I have a different thought.
Valen-style mercenary swordsmanship is a swordsmanship based on will from the beginning.

‘If you have the will, you can crush beyond deception.’

Should we call it an evolved version of coercion?
Encred interpreted this in his own way and called it a false swordsmanship.
It was better to use it as it came without having to give it a name. It was not that he didn’t know that. He had learned it from Rem, everyone had said it, and he had realized it.
However, it was still difficult for him to do everything naturally. That’s why he was more accustomed to naming techniques and giving them a form in his mind. You can’t walk without getting up. No one can run while sitting. First, he had to get up.
The act of getting up here was now defining and naming techniques.

‘Sina’s regular blade helped.’

The spirit is a blade made of intangible power. It has reached this point naturally because it has experienced it countless times.
So this was also one of Shinar’s gifts.
In some ways, it was similar to the spider web of the swordsmanship Aker, but this time the density was different.
In fact, Will had to spread it out considerably.
His left foot pressed down on the ground. He gained momentum as if he was about to advance. Encred’s hanging right hand shook back and forth twice.
He pulled Will out like that and created a blade instead of an iron wall. Soon, a false blade that was invisible, nonexistent, and would not even leave a scratch if touched fell to Fel.

“What the heck!”

Pel pulled out his Idol Slayer and swung it. It was a sword he had promised not to draw during the duel. His sword cut through the empty air.

* * *

“What is this?”

Just by standing face to face and staring at him for a moment, cold sweat ran down Fel’s forehead and back.
He had clearly seen Encred rushing in and splitting his head. And suddenly, his body and blade had grown several times larger.
So he swung his sword reflexively.

‘Nothing happened.’

It wasn’t just Fel who reacted. If we assume that she swung the sword herself, Encred’s swing was quite vicious. It was like she swung a sword so large that it could even catch the people around her.
Of course, Luagarne was also nearby and reacted.
Before she knew it, she had also taken out her whip and sword and taken a defensive stance.

“The Valencian mercenary sword, a fake swordplay that reinterprets scaring without a sword.”

Encred answered kindly. He simply summarized the process he had accomplished so far in one line.

“So what is that?”

Fel was unusually excited. Just a moment ago, I experienced something similar to a fake death. It didn’t actually happen, but my head was definitely split open and I felt something like pain.
I couldn’t help but get excited.

“Calmly.”

Encred answered while looking at Fel. To be exact, it started with maintaining composure. When the mind wavers, the body also wavers. Wasn’t this training session meant to teach Fel?
Of course, I also planned to improve my skill level while doing so. In the meantime, I also learned things from Fel.
Exploiting his gaps? Should I say finding his weaknesses? In any case, there was a process of learning by establishing Fel’s talents.
Not everything has only one advantage.

“Huh?”
“Just look at it calmly. It’s not like he’s really dead.”

To Fel, Encred’s speech sounded like someone who had died countless times.

“It’s like I died and came back to life!”

The veins on Fel’s forehead rose. At those words, Encred knew that the death he had experienced repeatedly today had been incorporated into his previous technique.
It was natural for one’s own experiences to be incorporated into his swordsmanship.

‘Is this a sword strike that shows death to the opponent?’

Since he had died in so many different ways, it wasn’t hard to show him that he had engraved it in his will.
Encred continued to explain carefully and returned to the duel.

“Do we do it again?”

As he spoke, Fel took another stance. It was a rare experience. It was like some new form that had evolved from oppression. So it was strange. Of course, the experience of dying was very unpleasant.
After that, Encred killed Fel twice more.
Fel knew the structure, but he could not find a way to stop it. But, ironically, Luagarne found a way first.
She changed the direction of her thoughts to give up her arms or legs, since she would not die unless her heart was split, and escaped the pressure.

‘It won’t work on Prock easily.’

After spending the second evening like that and falling asleep, I saw the boatman. He stared blankly without saying anything, and then said just one word.

“I saw it.”
“What did you see?”
“It’s your future.”

Encred didn’t mean to joke, but the nonsense came out reflexively.

“A son or a daughter?”
“Have you ever thought about having children? Do you plan on getting a wife and having children someday?”
“No. I was just joking because you said you could see the future.”

Since there is no Sinar, he is making fairy-like jokes. So I thought I should hurry and see Sinar.

“He really is a guy who won’t break down easily. I’ll show you.”

The boatman raised the hand that was not holding the lamp.

‘He seems different from the boatman I met before.’

It felt like that. The boatman showed his palm. A pitch-black hole inside the gray skin suddenly grew bigger. It soon enveloped Encred’s entire body, leaving only pitch-black darkness in front of him.
In that state, the boatman’s voice was heard. No, to be precise, the meaning derived from his will was conveyed.

“In the dark cave, you will meet an inescapable wall.”

Encred focused on what caught his eye. There was something beyond the darkness. As he continued to look, a figure caught his eye. Encred focused more and looked at what was in front of him.
He couldn’t see the face or smell anything, but Encred could guess the identity of the other person just by the body shape.
It was too familiar to ignore.

“That will be your wall.”

The boatman said, and it was like a curse.

“I see.”

But while a curse is something that is important to the recipient, Encred was too indifferent.
At the very least, he should have been shaken, but there was nothing like that.
One of the effects of a curse is that the mind of the person who was cursed is greatly shaken, but Encred just thought about it calmly.
Judging from the body shape, it was a woman’s, and it was a familiar silhouette. There was no need to think long. It was Shinar. His goal.
Encred had talked to the boatman countless times during that time. Also, the boatman rarely explained things kindly.
Thanks to that, Encred became adept at finding clues with just a short conversation.

‘It’s not her, it’s that.’

The boatman did not say that ‘she’ was the wall. He said that ‘it’ was the wall. He must not have made a mistake in the title.
In other words, Sinar is not the wall.
Encred immediately woke up from his dream.
The boatman, who sent Encred away, immersed himself in himself for a moment.

“Who made it like that? I cursed at you, but you didn’t even show any fear. How can you so skillfully find flaws in my words?”

The boatman muttered after reading a part of Encred’s mind.
It was very unpleasant to read the difference between ‘that’ and ‘her’.
All the boatmen who had met Encred until then kept their mouths shut.
Those who had been harassing and pushing him, saying that they were excited, were the ones who had created the current Encred.

“You created a snake.”

The boatman lamented.

* * *

Encred didn’t care about the wall or anything, or the dream from last night. If he cared about what the boatman said, he wouldn’t be able to do his job properly.
Also, would anything change if he knew there was a wall? No. He had no intention of going back.
On the third day, he took a similar route and continued walking south. Then, he passed a small forest and a pile of rocks, and from far away he heard a rumbling sound.

“I think there’s some crazy guy sleeping on the street.”

Pel said. Luagarne tilted her head. Whether anyone was sleeping or not, Encred went his own way.
As he continued walking, he saw a creature leaning its back against a large rock and sleeping.
It was a large body that made you ignore perspective.
It was a giant, a race called the Red-Blooded Demons that moved on two legs.
As Encred approached, the one that had been snoring loudly twitched its nose once and slowly opened its eyes.
Its pupils were bright blue. Oil was dripping from its tangled hair, and judging by the tangle, it seemed like it hadn’t been near water for at least two weeks.
It also smelled bad. There were a few pieces of bone and leather rolling around next to it.

“Ugh.”

When the giant burped, his bad breath wafted to where Encred was. Even though he was sitting, he was taller than Encred.
Encred’s gaze naturally rose. When he raised his head slightly and their eyes met, the giant opened his mouth in a tone that had no trace of humor.

“Your eyes are blue.”

A booming voice rang out. The voice from the large body spread out like waves around. Pel frowned as the creature spoke.
Encrid wasn’t the only one who smelled a breath that was worse than a sheep’s excrement.

“You are blue too.”

Encred answered, without a trace of laughter.

“Oh, I know. Fuck.”

The giant got up from the rock he was leaning on. The rock pushed back with a groan, proving how strong and heavy he was. They say
giants don’t float in water. They’re so heavy that they just sink.
If Frock was afraid of his heart breaking, the giant hated water. He was good at washing and drinking, but whenever he saw a place where there was water more than a certain amount, that is, a lake, not a stream, he felt uneasy and couldn’t sit still as if his bones had scabies. Since he
couldn’t hear the sound of running water nearby, there was nothing for the giant to be afraid of where he was. In other words, his attitude showed his composure.
He spoke, showing his pitch-black teeth.

“What is your name?”
“Why do you ask that?”

Pel intervened and answered. The giant looked at Pel.

“You wait. He’s next.”

The giant raised his finger and pointed at Encred.

“What’s next?”
“I’m going to kill him. So you’re going to kill him next.”
“Who are you going to kill?”

When Luagarne also intervened and asked, the giant smiled and asked again.

“Isn’t that Encred?”

Encrid answered in a feminine manner.

“I didn’t know you would be greeting guests on the street? Do we know each other? Or were you introduced by someone? Perhaps by a man wearing a black hood and holding a lamp?”

Encred asked. The giant chuckled and poured water.

“Hey, you should have been a little more assertive?”
“It doesn’t seem like you’re introducing me to someone I know. Then how did you know I was coming here? I’m curious about that.”

Encred also ignored the other person’s words with the same attitude.

“If you act like that, you’ll meet an assassin. If you’re really unlucky, you’ll meet this old man.”

In conclusion, each of them just said what they wanted to say. Then Encred suddenly asked.

“Are you old?”
“A lot.”
“How old?”
“Over a hundred years old.”
“Only?”
“A human baby.”
“A woman I know is over four hundred years old.”

What should I do?
The conversation was lackluster. Everyone was just talking nonsense and spouting nonsense. But that strangely grated on the giant’s nerves.
Is this kid fearless, or what does he believe in to do this?
Does he trust the Proc who came as his helper? Isn’t that Proc not a threat? Why are these thoughts going on and on?
The content of the conversation, the prey’s attitude, and even the tone of speech were all irritating. In other words, the giant was irritated.

“You won’t die gracefully. I’ll chew you up alive.”
“I’ll kill you gracefully. Where should I package up your head and send it?”
“Hehehe!”

The giant suddenly roared into the air. It was a roar that would freeze most people.
Some monsters howl to instill fear, and it was the same principle.
So it was a technique based on Will.
Encred naturally activated the Will of Refusal and repelled it.
Pel sighed and took a step back, and Luagarne took two steps back. Then, both jumped back further to increase the distance. She
could tell with one roar. That giant was a knight.
Encred knew it too. She had seen his posture before he roared and her sixth sense was activated.
When she looked at the giant while holding the handle of the True Silver Sword, the giant opened its mouth again.

“Say it again.”
“Package. Where. Nicely. Kill.”

Encred teased the giant as if he were teasing Rem.
The giant didn’t like the fact that he didn’t move when he roared, and he didn’t like the way he spoke.

“This is the giant apostle of the Demonic Cult, Hatun!”

The giant spoke and stretched out his hand. He was sinister. He had hidden his weapon behind a rock.
The weapon he pulled out was shaped like a whip, but it was more like a large iron chain.

Phew!

The steel whip tore through the air and swung down, destroying the place where Encred had been.

Bam!

With a loud noise, dirt and rocks flew out. The force was so strong that rocks were not only broken but also uprooted from the ground.
I should say that broken rocks were flying away, but in reality, rocks were flying.
If you call these rocks, then the sun must be a firefly.

earth!

Pel slashed the boulder flying in front of him with his sword. It was heavy. The boulder bounced to the side and fell to the ground with a thud.