Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 708

708. Seemingly Impossible

Swordsmanship began with movements for efficient power transmission.
The width of the stride needed to generate power, how to grip the sword, how to transmit power from the ankle to the waist, shoulders, and wrists, etc.
Studying the posture where power is transmitted and practicing how to swing the sword in that posture, that is swordsmanship.
Gaju swung his sword as if showing the basics of swordsmanship.
He stepped forward with his left foot and swung his sword from right to left.
Even though he only swung his sword based on the basics, everything around him changed around him. The sound disappeared. The gusting wind and raindrops were sucked into the trajectory drawn by the sword and disappeared.
Encred heard a ringing sound as he looked at Gaju’s sword.

Beep beep beep.

Whether it was a storm or a lightning strike, it was a sword stroke that swallowed everything.
A single point of concentration was activated automatically, slowing down everything around, and the movements of the master and the rushing monsters were separated. Insight also pulled reality one inch ahead without permission.
The master’s sword drew a single trajectory. The line drawn from the right to the left and down was thick and strong. It seemed as if a rough mark was left on the air as it was drawn with a brush.
The two monsters would be trapped in that trajectory and split to death. And as they died, they would stab the master’s shoulder and side with their extended claws.
The monster’s plan to rush in split up and down was clear.

Liar!

The explosion followed the tinnitus.
Encred nodded with a groan-like sound.
The future he had seen with insight was distorted. But that shouldn’t be surprising.
It was unexpected, but as the head of the family of Zaun, shouldn’t he do this much?
It was faster than the speed at which the head of the family’s black monster was rushing. The two monsters split apart and flew through the air. With a thud, the two monsters became lumps of meat dripping black blood and fell to the convulsed floor.
The head of the family, who had pulled back the sword he had swung, let it hang loosely before speaking.

“Come out, Hescal, I will punish you for your sins.”

Swish.

Between the raindrops, the pilgrimage path that the sword worshippers called the God of Swords.
The monsters lined up along the path were visible.
They were all standing in a row, forming a large formation.
The head of the household must have seen it too.
No one would have thought that today’s fight would be easy after seeing that.
A man who knew the power of Jawoon was standing there as an enemy. Naturally, he would have come prepared to win.
However, the entire atmosphere changed with one swing of the head of the household’s sword. A plot? A trap? What is that? Is that a shield that can survive a fight with my sword?
The head of the household’s sword seemed to be saying that.

“Ask.”

On the other side, Hescal answered while standing between the demon corps. He was not swayed by the pressure that the lord gave off or the atmosphere he created.
His presence caught everyone’s attention. By standing alone in front of the lord, he was proving himself and saying that he was the one who led all of this.
Their gazes met through the thinning raindrops.
The falling rain seemed to have gotten a little colder. The thunderbolt that struck and cut through the dark clouds seemed to separate them.
It was neither Hescal nor the lord who broke the silence.

“Hascal.”

In the standoff, someone limps forward. His pupils quiver incessantly, but they won’t be as shaken as his heart is now.

“Oh, Riley. I thought Gaju would lock you up. Well, Gaju is a smart guy. He must have brought you here while being suspicious of you just to shake me up.”

Swish.

There is neither malice nor goodwill in the raindrops. There are no feelings. The tone and attitude of Hescal just now were the same.
There is no malice. But it does not leave any goodwill either.

“Are you using me?”

Riley said, gritting her teeth. Blood trickled down the corner of her mouth because she had been pushing so hard, but it soon diluted and disappeared in the rain.
If you weren’t watching right next to her, you wouldn’t have seen it, but Encred was standing right next to her, so she could see it.
It wasn’t like she had intended to be next to Riley, so it was just a coincidence.

‘This is the perfect spot.’

That’s because Riley is at the center of Zawn. It’s a good spot to look around and take charge of the situation.

“Have you been tricked by some kind of hallucination spell? Or have you been exploited? Like you’ve been poisoned and need an antidote.”

Then Riley muttered as if she was denying reality, but her words were all contradictory. If it were someone else, it might be because their life was being held as collateral.
But Hescal was not a great man. If he had died, he would have died. He would not have turned his back
on Zaun. That was the value of Hescal’s reputation that he had built up in Zaun for decades.
There was no hesitation in Hescal’s eyes. He straightened his back, straightened his shoulders, and looked forward, and what he felt was righteousness and dignity.

“How could that be?”

Hescal denied it in his usual soft and gentle tone.

“Then why!”

Riley’s screams pierced through the raindrops. She looked calm on the outside, but she was screaming on the inside.
Hescal didn’t click his tongue or blame Riley. He just calmly asked the head of the household.

“Gaju, do you think I’ll be shaken to this extent?”
“I’ll try anything.”

Gaju didn’t deny what I did. He even admitted that one of the reasons he brought Riley here was to shake up Hascal.

“Give up now. It’s over now.”

Hescal speaks again. Encred was still watching the group of monsters that had stopped moving. He
was roughly checking the density of the monsters and counting their numbers. Maybe
a little over a thousand?
If you are going to be a scout, you need to know how to figure out the enemy’s strength.
Encred knew how to do this.
What surprised him the most was that those monsters didn’t move at all.

‘Did you train him? Or is it some kind of mind control?’

Whichever it was, the fact that they were both threatening enemies would not change.
The monsters lined up without any sign of excitement looked like an army.
A unit that had been trained repeatedly was called an elite unit. The fact that each of them had outstanding abilities was the reason they were called elite, but from the commander’s perspective, the reason they were elite soldiers was because they knew how to act as they had been trained and move as they were told.
Usually, when they went into battle, inexperienced and undertrained soldiers would not know what to do. Some would break away from the formation and run away, and some would hide. Of course, there were those who just fought blindly.
If they could maintain their formation and fight without doing such things, they could certainly be called elite soldiers.

‘I guess we should consider it as a Border Guard standing force.’

The gathered monsters looked like they had undergone some sort of formal training. It would have been right to conclude that they were formidable foes.

“Why, fuck, why?”

Riley’s mind was broken. That must mean that Hescal was a big presence inside her.
Riley’s body shook as she muttered. The mind was broken, affecting the body.
Should I say that my mind was torn apart when I saw that? Looking at it this way, Hescal was truly an excellent swordsman.
He cut down a person’s soul without even drawing his sword.
Encred sensed the momentum of the people around him.
Luagarne had said that.

“Is there anything more foolish than a commander who fights without even knowing the condition of his soldiers?”

It would be good to know the enemy’s circumstances. However, if you don’t know your own circumstances before that, it would be of no use.
This is the tactical thinking of Luagarne.
Encred constantly heard and learned this way of thinking from her.
She followed her words even now.

‘An angry person.’

A sad person, a calm person.
They all exude different emotions. Among them, the one who is the most special is Anahera of the Giants.
She is excited. Her breath is strong. She is ready to burst out at any moment.
Looking at the way she wiggles her fingers and grips her sword, if left alone, she will show off her Giants’ racial trait of being a red-blooded demon without hesitation.

‘If put into actual combat, it is definitely a force greater than that of a semi-commissioned officer.’

Encrid placed Anahera outside the categories he had in mind, and drew a line in his heart for the others.
Those who were sad would probably fight well, but those who were confused would only increase casualties if they were sent straight into battle.
Those who could fight right away, those who needed time, those who were better off holding out in the rear.

‘What’s more, there are sorcerers among the enemies.’

Even if you leave out the wizard, sorcery is a great tool for exploiting the weak points of the mind.
It is said that curses exploit the weak minds. That is what Rem said. It is true from my own experience.
His thoughts are clear, and his judgment is unwavering. Encred drew alone on this battlefield.

“Ah, Encrid of the Border Guard. I wanted to go back, but why did you stay? What else could you gain here?”

In the meantime, Hescal spoke. He didn’t come near and shouted from afar, which seemed like a cowardly thing to do, but honestly, it wasn’t cowardly, but rather a clever positioning.
If the head of the household and his wife were determined to target Hescal, he would die. He didn’t give them any room to do that.

“What was your dream? You said you would tell me, but I’m curious so I can’t leave.”

Encred also shouted back. Even through the raindrops, their voices were more than enough to convey each other.

“Were you that curious?”
“Ever since I was little, I couldn’t sleep if there was something I didn’t know.”

It’s not a lie. It really was like that when it came to swordsmanship. Of course, I tended to ignore everything else.

“As expected, he’s a fun friend.”

Hescal spoke, revealing for the first time something resembling emotion. The emotion he seemed to be expressing was interest.

“There is a man behind me who wants to become a god. There are few people who don’t know the alchemist Demuil.”

It is a name that has been passed down as a legend, leaving its mark on the history of the continent.
If Anne were here, she would have questioned whether that made sense.
Dmul was a mad alchemist who dreamed of mass genocide, and Laban was his master. He
was a person who should have died long ago, even if he was dead.
Hescal told his dream calmly.

“As he forges divinity, so I will forge divinity as well.”

He was serious. The content was absurd.
But isn’t absurdity so obvious?
Things that seem impossible, wishes that are hard to achieve, things that we desperately want, we call them dreams.
However.

‘I don’t think I told everything.’

Creating divinity can be both a process and a tool. What will you gain by becoming a god?
If you were afraid of death, you would have said you wanted to become immortal. If you wanted to revive your dead son, you would have discussed resurrection, but Hescal didn’t say anything else.
He only threw out the dream that he would tell you later, that he was a usurper of divinity. That was probably all Hescal wanted to say.
Those few short words bought time, and in the meantime, a few people showed the reactions Encred had been hoping for.

“You crazy kid.”

Riley Zaun made her affiliation clear in one word.
She is Zaun’s sword.
The wavering in his eyes had diminished. The waves were still the same, but if the person standing on the boat was well centered, it could be less swayed.
Riley Zaun did so.

‘Not bad.’

Encred saw the change as a good thing. Some people were ready to fight without saying a word. But not all of them were like that.
Even apart from Riley Jawn, there were many who received something like salvation from Hescal.
There were still quite a few who were swept away by the waves.
Those who were still like that should not be used with full force right now.

‘Gaju, his wife, Rhinox, me, Ragnar.’

There are five knights.
In addition, there are two who can be said to be between knights and semi-knights.
He is the man who was at the forefront of the opposing group with the giants Anahera and Riley Zaun. He
was once recognized by Rhinox, but he was said to have wandered after seeing talented people.
It wasn’t to the extent of leaving home for more than ten years.
However, that doesn’t mean that his wandering was relatively easy.
Everyone has their own hell, and everyone can walk the path they have chosen.
His wandering was limited to going to a retirement village and living there for a few months.
No, he even visited the hunter’s village and the broker’s village.
In any case, he returned after wandering and regained his sense of purpose.
He was also similar to Anahera.
He fought better in actual combat.

‘That’s possible because Anahe is a giant.’

The man who had lost to Riley and Chuck, Kato Zaun, used all sorts of techniques.
He could do some of the Ale Karaz martial arts that we saw before, and he was also armed with blades without handles here and there on his body.
That’s why he was nicknamed Kato of the Blade Armor.
Two out of five, the number of people who could fight in Zaun was around seventy.
There were more people left behind, so this could be said to be all of Zaun’s power.