Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 633

633. I don’t want talent anymore

A silver sword in his right hand, and a spark in his left.

Chi-ching!

The silver sword pulled out from his left waistband emitted a soft light. The blade flew horizontally to the ground.
At the same time, the spark pulled out from his right waistband stabbed the thing in front of his left.
Slash and stab. Even though it was a simple movement, if it gained speed, it would become the scythe of the god of death.
Encred repeated the same slash and stab movement once more. His hands stabbed
and cut the necks with perfect precision without an inch of error.
The necks of the four rude servants who came out to entertain the guests in the darkness were cut off or pierced.
In the meantime, Will brushed past his eyes and helped him adapt to the darkness
. The biggest difference between a knight and a squire is whether he uses Will consciously or unconsciously.
Right now, Encred was unconsciously using Will to help him in his situation.
He couldn’t see his enemies perfectly like some fairies have with their thermal vision, but he could sense their appearances.
They were four drowned bodies. Their swollen bodies tilted and fell.

Chul-chul.

The sound of me falling, the squelching sensation of my boots, and the damp air with its smell awakened my five senses.

‘water?’

The inside of the labyrinth was damp.
But that wasn’t the end of it. An unpleasant sensation followed, weighing down my entire body.

‘Suppress.’

It seemed to be trying to suppress the Will that was activated unconsciously. The air itself seemed to be mixed with poison, and the hostile energy pressing down on his shoulders seemed to be telling him to leave immediately.
In conclusion, it was a place full of a duet of unpleasantness and ominousness, and something that actually suppressed Will.
However, that did not have a big effect on Encred.
He was a knight and reflexively used the Will of rejection. He
was not a natural enemy, but he was not affected by it.
All that was left was the humid air, the unpleasant smell, and the ominous air.
Not long after Encred gave peace to the four drowned corpses who came out as attendants, Fel, Luagarne, and a group of fairies came in from behind.

“……It smells really bad.”

Fel spat out a word.
The sheep tended by the shepherds of the wilderness stank of excrement, but an even worse stench assailed his nostrils.
There was an unpleasant air that Encred felt, and Fel too. His hand naturally reached out to the idol-slayer.

“It’s ominous and sinister.”

Luagarne added a word and looked around. Even without a light source in the pitch-black darkness worse than a moonless night, they could roughly perceive their surroundings.
Just because they couldn’t see didn’t mean their other five senses were blocked.
When one of the fairies took out a small stone, a light source was created.
A soft light emitted from the stone. It wasn’t very bright, but it was enough.
Fairies were born with vision that could penetrate the darkness as a racial trait, and some of them were even born with the ability to detect heat.
Some of those who followed them were like that.
Still, the presence or absence of a light source would make a big difference in their field of vision.
The glowstone itself wasn’t something they had prepared specifically for Encred or the others, but rather something they had prepared from the beginning.

“Did you start it as soon as you got here?”

Bran said. In the darkness, he took out a stick of tobacco and put it in his mouth. He struck the flint and lit it, and the leaf burned with a sizzle, producing something like sparks.
The light of the tobacco burned strangely between the glowstones that the other elves had taken out.
The acrid scent of the tobacco seemed to push away the stench that had settled in the maze called the labyrinth.

“Have you been here before?”

Encred asked.

“Once.”
“Ah.”
“I came here as a guide.”

The inside of the labyrinth was not as narrow as it looked. It was enough to accommodate Bran’s large body.
I didn’t know that I would be exploring the inside of the cave like this, but it didn’t change anything even if I knew.
The cave, with its damp and thick water flowing and its uneven limestone walls underfoot, was the entrance and the beginning of the labyrinth, the magical realm.

“Sinaar would like to turn back now.”

It was a female fairy. The swordsman who came with a single sword that was as hot as fire spoke.
It was hard to tell whether she was trying to represent Shinar’s feelings, or simply trying to gauge Encred’s feelings, or whether she was worried and concerned.
She was a fairy who was very good at controlling her emotions.

“That person is stubborn and doesn’t listen to others.”

The answer was given by Fel. It wasn’t exactly a wrong answer.

“let’s go.”

Encred spoke and advanced. The unpleasant, suffocating air and stench blocked the way, but it was shameful to call it a wall.
The fairy holding the glowstone raised her hand holding the stone high.
Four drowned corpses greeted them, and judging by the manticore that came out, it couldn’t be all of them.
That was right.
As they walked through the wide passage-like cave, the monsters kept popping out.

“Krrrrrrr.”

As soon as the smell of rotting corpses and the eerie roar reached my ears, a monster jumped out from the darkness beyond the glowstone.
I hadn’t walked very far, I had only turned a corner, and yet the monster jumped out.

“It’s a mixture of a drowned body and a human-faced dog.”

Luagarne observed the monster with Frock’s eyes and spoke. Of course, he could tell at a glance without saying anything.
It looked exactly like that.
It was swollen from the water, and some of its skin fell to the floor with a splashing sound. They all looked like dozens of four-legged monsters, human-faced dogs. They appeared in a line, rolling their pitch-black eyes and blocking the group.
So was this a threat? It wasn’t.

“We’ll handle it.”

This time, Bran stepped forward. Of course, these people were not fools, so they had prepared to enter the Demon Realm in their own way.
The evidence was the elven swordsman who had trained his body instead of his spirit and used it as a weapon.
Encred crossed his arms and admired their power for a moment.
It was time to assess the strength of his allies.
The elven battle was a model of practicality.
Bran of Woodguard, the others’ names were Brisa, Arkoiris, and Zero.
Zero was a large elf who had been discussing sparring when Encred entered the city.
Except for Bran, his skills were clearly noticeable.

“Not bad.”

Luagarne said. Encred nodded in agreement.
Zero kicked the ground and drew his sword. The sword unique to the elves, called Naid, cut through the darkness, revealing his naked body.
At the same time as he drew his sword, Zero clenched his muscles and transmitted the power to his ankles, knees, waist, shoulders, and wrists to bring down the sword. The Naid
in his hand gave the illusion of bending in the air. Through the soft light of the luminous stone, his sword cut the human-faced dog’s body vertically.

Phew!

Even though the light was on, the blood of the black monster soaked the floor. It was just adding moisture to the already damp floor.

“It seems like I was conscious of you.”

This is Luagarne’s assessment.
The blow just now was similar to when Encred cut down the manticore. It’s not exactly the same, but I would say the frame is similar.

‘Is it because you have outstanding talent?’

The source of the power of fairies is energy. Even though he could not express that energy, Zero’s swordsmanship cut through the human face without hesitation.
The other two fairies were also quite skilled.
Encred himself felt like he had a pair of solid iron gaiters on his feet. It was the influence of the air of the demonic realm, separate from the discomfort that the Will of Rejection had pushed away. They must be the same.

‘It’s going to fly.’

The feet are light, and the sword that is swung is fierce.
If Zero’s sword focuses on cutting and slashing based on strength, the other two seem to focus on increasing the wounds without overdoing it.
Without even a single word, not a single glance or gesture, the two fairies fought like twins.
When the human-faced dog rushed in aiming for that without a care, the other fairies cut off its head.

‘Deliberately show an opening to induce an attack, and then find the weak point of the monster that cannot resist its instincts and rush towards you, and kill it.’

The tactics shown by the elves were like this.
If you charge forward, you will be left behind, but it was like forcing the monsters to do that.
It was simple to say, but difficult to put into practice.
Among the elves, Bran was a little more special. His fighting style was very simple, unlike the other three.

Krrrr!

The man-faced hound lunged at Bran and bit his arm. Its fangs failed to penetrate Bran’s armor, and as the hound bit his forearm, Bran’s thick wooden fist struck the hound’s head.

pop!

It was a fist that was neither slow nor fast, but the power contained in it was comparable to that of a giant. The head of the human-faced dog was blown off in one blow.
Bran’s strategy was simple.

‘Get hit once and hit again.’

The Woodguard’s body is made of tree bark, and it is plate armor that is almost impenetrable. What’s more, the armor is shaped to protect the eyes and internal organs.
Woodguard is a fairy who was born with a body made of trees.

‘Does Woodguard have any guts?’

If the outside doesn’t work, you can just break the inside. It was a thought that came to me reflexively even when there was no need to fight.
Later, Zero also joined the two fairies.
There were more than twenty human-faced dogs in the water, but Encred didn’t have to step forward.
All I had to do was observe the fight, and in the meantime, I had a small, unexpected realization.

‘zero.’

That fairy swung her sword not with her head but with her instincts.
She closes her heart and hides her emotions. She fights with only battle thoughts in her head. I saw her fight.
And while she does that, she also thinks.
Battle thoughts that are close to instinct and rational judgment cannot coexist.
But she does. That’s how it seems.

‘How is that possible?’

In terms of experience alone, there was no one on the continent who could keep up with Encred.
His thoughts were accelerating, and he was studying the techniques used by the fairies. No, it was closer to obsession. His interest was soaring that he unconsciously got absorbed in analyzing them.
This entire process was similar to what Ragna usually did.
The difference with Encred now was that he ‘knew’ the moment he saw it, but Encred couldn’t do that. He had to figure out the reason and discuss the process. That’s what he did. It
didn’t take long. His thoughts were long, but his physical time was short.
Encred understood the tactical thinking used by the fairies.

‘What I write is accident acceleration.’

From the outside, it may seem like you’re thinking about dozens of things at once.
But internally, you’re only thinking sequentially.
The speed is just abnormally fast.
What the fairy is seeing now is different from what you’re used to.

‘A jinn in the right hand, a spark in the left.’

It’s like using two swords. That’s what fairies do.
Using both hands, that is, splitting thoughts.
Since I saw and realized it, I thought I could figure it out after doing it a few times.
I wouldn’t do it right away, but Encred still couldn’t do it right away because I knew.
I wasn’t born with that kind of talent.
I used to wish for that kind of talent, but I don’t wish for it anymore. Even if I can’t do something right now, it’s because there’s a seed that’s sprouted inside me.

‘If you learn something over many years of effort rather than just learning it all at once, you won’t forget it easily and you’ll be able to review the entire process again.’

To put it more simply, it could be said that the skills learned through the senses were also understood theoretically.
Encrid didn’t dislike that. That’s why he no longer wanted talent.

“What we have to do is find a staircase leading down.”

Bran, who had cleared out the monsters, said.
After that, the monsters continued to pop out. It was only natural that there
would be drowned bodies. Two manticores came out in the middle.
There was no time to rest separately, but it was not a crisis or a threat.
At best, you could call them monsters.
The monsters that came out in front of the magic circle were neither manticore-level nor colony-level. They were at a level that could be cleared out even on the fairy line.

‘Of course, physical strength issues remain.’

That’s because there are so many annoying monsters.
Even simple labor gets tiring if you do it without resting.
Pel and Luagarne took turns going out, and Encred didn’t really rest either. As
the number of monster corpses increased, they had to walk on the muddy and uneven ground that was difficult to use as a walking path.
In the meantime, annoying insect-like monsters like bloodsucking flies and large leeches that hid underfoot and tried to bite their shins also appeared.
The bloodsucking flies were especially annoying. They caused bleeding that didn’t stop easily if they got bitten.
So they had to avoid getting bitten. If they got bitten even once, it would be a headache.
The group of fairies swung their swords with precision to eliminate the insects, but it seemed endless.

“These guys were annoying me before too.”

Bran said. He didn’t actively kill them because his own skin was safe from being bitten.
Instead, he just waved his hand and killed a few.

puck.

When Bran caught one and threw it against the wall, black blood and crushed flesh flowed out.
It was not a pretty sight.
Encred was just striking with his fist without even drawing his sword.

“It’s annoying.”

Luagarne spoke and ignited a flame with her whip. The surroundings suddenly became bright.
She swung the whip vigorously, creating a hot wind. The hot wind burned the flying vampire flies in midair.
The heat that followed the rotating whip seemed no different from a spell that spewed out flames.
Encred looked at her in amazement, and Luagarne felt her gaze and spoke.

“The utility of a magic weapon varies depending on how it is used.”

It took a long time to deal with the vampire flies.

“It’s too wide.”

As Pell spoke, Bran nodded in response.

“It will take three days if it is long, or two days if it is short.”

It wasn’t called a labyrinth for nothing, so finding the way was a task in itself. If Bran hadn’t been there, I might have wandered around a bit more.
Anyway, it felt like half a day had passed.

“Found it.”

Bran said. He didn’t memorize the paths in the labyrinth to find them. He judged their location by looking at the creatures, not the terrain.

“Those guys are the ones blocking the stairs.”

As I looked ahead at Bran’s words, several drowned bodies came into view. They were unusual. They didn’t look like simple creatures. And there didn’t seem to be a small number of them.

“These are the guys who won’t die even if you kill them.”

Bran continued. The elves were clearly tense.
Encred could tell that they were formidable. He could see a part of the body swaying above the shoulders of the drowned.
To be precise, they were amorphous creatures, the drowned possessed by evil spirits.