Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 710

710. The Law of the Continent

Normally, there would be no reason for a member of the clan to faithfully follow the words of someone other than the head of the clan.

“What is he saying?”

With this reaction, it was right not to listen to it.
However, it was a time when instructions or orders were needed, and it was okay because it was Encred. To be exact, it was okay to say that he didn’t feel any natural aversion to it.
During that time, Encred had been hanging out with them, eating, sleeping, and swinging his sword.
In particular, the time he spent swinging his sword and hanging out together was truly intense. Even
though he was an outsider and a stranger, Encred was the one who had the colors
that suited the underdrawing of Zaun better than anyone else. In any case, Encred was ready to pull out the sword Zaun from its scabbard and swing it, and it was also when Anahera had started the battle and the monsters that had been lined up in front of Gaju, Alexandra, and Rhinox began to move. The
monsters that were closing in on the wall Gaju had built formed a certain shape centered around the scaler. They weren’t simply rushing in, they were forming a siege net.
If Encred had seen this, he would have sincerely praised the guy who trained the monsters to move like this.
Ragnar was standing behind the head of the household, which may have been an ambiguous position, as he had not heard Encred’s instructions.

“father.”

Ragnar called his father, who had his back turned. His gaze was forward, and his greatsword was drawn and hanging on the floor.
On the outside, it seemed like a meaningless posture, but it was a posture where he could draw his sword at any time. It meant that he would fight whenever necessary.
That posture was very similar to his father. It couldn’t be helped, because Ragnar learned the sword by watching his father.
He aimed for his father and picked up the sword while getting beaten by his mother. That was the beginning of Ragnar.

“Speak.”

The father, who had turned his back, answered. The monster was approaching. There was no need to die from those things, but this could be the end for Jawoon. That would soon be the end for Father.

“What do you want to leave behind for future generations? What have you left behind?”

It might have been passed on to Encred. Suddenly, I was curious about the other person’s dreams. Especially, what his father wanted.

“My body can’t recover anymore. I know my body well.”

The answer came back without hesitation. It seemed as if he had prepared himself before speaking.
At first glance, his father’s answer seemed like useless talk, but if his father thought it was something he needed to talk about now, Ragna had to listen.

“Take the sunrise, but give up the family.”

Tempest knew that his body was not what it used to be. So when the opportunity came to tell Encred what he had said, he did not want to miss it.
He finished speaking with his back turned.

“I will leave the family to Odinkar.”

Is this a way of saying that Ragnar’s heart will be relieved? Just listening to the tone, it was incredibly insincere.
He spoke as if he had bought her a piece of candy.
The place of the head of the household, the sunrise, and all of these things were indistinguishable, yet they sounded that way.
It wasn’t insincere. My father had an old habit of not being able to express his feelings in words.
It was a secret that only his mother and Gridda knew, but it wasn’t a big deal just because it was a secret.
Those who know, know. Ragnar had known it in his head until now.

‘I understand now.’

The father’s determination digs deeper now. The blade scratches the bone, beyond the skin and muscle.
The father always speaks with sincerity. If he doesn’t speak, you won’t know, but when he opens his mouth, he only speaks with sincerity.
Even though he can’t express his emotions, he loves his wife, his family, and his family, so the method he chose was to put sincerity into every word .
Even if he tells his child that he loves them a hundred times, the child looks at him with a blank stare, so the child’s father had to do the best he could.
That is to put sincerity into every word.
That was also Tempest Zaun’s will and oath.
The method the father chose touches the son’s heart. He is sincere.
The son who had wandered outside and wandered the streets has grown up and returned, so now he can understand his father’s heart and listen to his words.
The family cannot be given. Because Ragnar’s house is no longer Zaun.
The reason he left Odinkar behind, who would risk his life for Zaun, must be the same. He will lead the family in his stead.
And Ragnar, my son, will receive the sunrise and freedom.

“Then I guess fighting now is my last duty, Father.”

Ragnar answered in accordance with the rhythm his father had spoken. The hidden meaning was probably that he respected his father’s will.

“And my wish is a stable fence. It would be better if there were no curses or diseases.”

The head of the household speaks again.

“No one can stop my father’s dream.”

Ragnar answered.
Their different stories mysteriously intertwined and ended with words for each other.
And the monsters came rushing in like waves, and Ragnar instinctively guarded the back of the head of the household and waited for Encred to speak.
He believed that Encred would tell him what he needed to say.
So for now, he just had to wait.

‘Order.’

Ragnar spoke to himself and stepped back.

* * *

What should I do when my dreams and the other person’s desires intersect?
Of course, I should speak according to the laws of the continent.
The answer is the strong.
As was the case with the empire and the world that Encred experienced, in the end, only the dreams of the victor will remain.
This place is the same now. Some dream of change, while others try to protect what they have.

“That’s stupid.”

The author who dreams of change speaks.

“Hascal, you have never defeated me.”

The one who tried to protect also spoke to him.
He didn’t say it directly, but it was no different from a conversation like that.
Don’t we communicate with each other through our actions?

Swish.

The Raindrops Choir still didn’t stop singing.

Kwarung!

The occasional thunderbolt added strength to the orchestra of war.
A contest of wit, knowledge, and strength. That is what war is.
Encred sent out Anajera and Cato. Both were faster than anyone else.
And there was a man on this side who could not use his feet, but was no less skilled with a sword.

“Riley is the center! Ivan, Lennon, and Rontis, stand to the left! Those who were hanging out with the three, stand in line! Betty, Ludens, and Carl, support the right. You are the support! Fight as if you are protecting the back! If you get through, you lose!”

Intuition is a tool that draws out what lies dormant in the subconscious based on experience and information to find answers.
The current Encred was like that. The time he had spent rolling around and training in Zaun up until now had not been in vain, and he could see the path for himself.
He knew Zaun. He may not know everything, but he knew enough to command.

‘Still, it’s ominous.’

I felt an intuition stimulating my head and stinging my eyes.

Sieeeeeeee!

The scaler horde spread their voices. It is a specialty of the ones who disturb the senses.
In fact, along with the sound, several plague maidens began to float in the air.

‘They didn’t send it to Gaju on purpose.’

If it were Gaju or Alexandra who had become a wall, such a ghost would be quickly cut down by Will or some other means.
Hescal certainly knew how to command the battlefield. He could send the necessary force to the necessary place.
The ghost that spread the disease summoned by the spell floated and approached.

“Take it out and sprinkle it.”

Encred said, looking at the phantom.
Anne was not stupid, and Encred was even less stupid. They had already experienced it, so they were prepared.
If Encred spent her time sparring and training, Anne spent her time gathering herbs and making potions.
So she gave a lump of amber powder to those who were leaving.
Everyone, centered around Riley, took out the powder and applied it to their swords.

“Everyone, put on a dress and let’s dance!”

A sense of foreboding lingers in my mind, even though the situation is not in my favor.

“It will be exciting.”

As Luagarne had once said, Encred felt pleasure as he moved around.
The battlefield was like a battlefield, and troops were like swinging swords.

‘I won’t give up.’

While feeling the joy, a determination to never give up wells up from the bottom of my stomach.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

In the midst of all this, Riley responded to Encred’s nonsense by pulling out a throwing dagger and extending her right hand behind her. She said it was a throwing technique that she had practiced with great care because her feet were uncomfortable. It was different from Saxon’s method, but there was something to be learned from him. She
supported herself on one leg and used her entire body as a launching pad. Her entire body spun around like a whirlwind, with her foot as the pivot, and her arm extended behind her back stretched forward like a whip.

phut!

As the arm tore through the air, the dagger flew in as if by teleportation, piercing the heads of the two plague maidens and disappearing beyond the storm.
It was a technique of throwing daggers using the muscles of the whole body. It is difficult to use it continuously. It is used by gathering elasticity to the point where the hand of the arm that was swung touches the ground. So it is a technique that can be said to put all one’s heart into one throw.

‘Excellent.’

Encred acknowledged him calmly. Riley is also the sword of Zaun. He stood alone and looked ahead without collapsing even after being cut by Hescal.
It was time for him to leave his father’s embrace.

‘There is no tomorrow for those who do not move forward.’

Riley would see tomorrow. He deserved it.

Doo doo doo doo!

The group of lizard cavalrymen soon charged within range of their swords.
The scalers riding the lizards charged forward with black wooden sticks as a counterattack. Needless to say, each and every one of those sticks was poisoned.
They then began to fight, mixing in with those centered around Riley.

“If you die before a retard, you’re even more retard!”

It was Riley’s scream.
Saaaaa- It was a spirit that tore apart the sound of the scaler that was spreading.
It was a cheer that spread widely even in the heavy rain.
Riley, he had no experience in military service, but he learned swordsmanship from Hescal.
And since he had no legs, he was very accustomed to training together with someone.
He was the only one in this place who could command even a small unit.
Even now, he knows how to raise the morale of his allies right before fighting.
Of course, it was possible because Encred laid the groundwork.

“Hahahaha!”

From afar, Anahera’s laughter can be heard. The warrior who was adopted by Jawoon as a giant is swinging her sword with a thick grip that would be difficult for a normal person to hold.

Bam! Bam, Bam!

Anahera’s greatsword tore and shattered some of the lizard riders that charged at her from afar.

“Here! Pick ten people, including you, and poke them in there!”

Encred pulled out his sword and pointed to one side.
Den was one of those who couldn’t come to his senses. He called him because he saw Riley yell, “Fuck, you idiot,” and pulled out his sword.
Den’s fighting skills were average, but he was popular around him. He was also a friend of two of the four people Hescal killed when he left Zaun.
That’s why he glared at Riley with hatred.
He probably got annoyed seeing Riley fight like that.

Even a disabled person who was abandoned by his own father is fighting, so what am I doing?

What, didn’t something like this come to mind?
Whatever it was, he was ready to fight properly, so he drew it out right away.
Ten swordsmen, including Den, stepped forward at Encred’s shout. They all came forward with only one sword.
These were Jawoon. If we exclude those who had not yet awakened their talent due to lack of time, each and every one of them would be called a monster the moment they set foot on the continent.
While calling them and directing their movements, Encred’s eyes kept scanning left and right.

Boom! Boom!

Gaju showed more power than Anahera by swinging his greatsword at the rushing monsters, stabbing and slashing them.
Moreover, he did not retreat even a single step.
Alexandra, who was standing next to him, was the same. She jumped, flew, and crawled about five steps from where she was standing.
And where she passed, the monsters’ arms, legs, and necks were cut off and rolled around.
Rhinox pulled out two of the six swords and fought with them.
The sword in his left hand was an Esterk with a thin blade and particularly light weight, and the sword in his right hand was a relatively thick single-edged sword in the shape of a Falchion.
He blocked with the Esterk and slashed with the Falchion. It was a simple tactic, blocking and slashing attacks in sequence.
The number of monsters that died in front of him was the largest among the three. As we have seen before, this is a sword technique that has a lot to learn.

‘Sweep with a light sword and strike with a heavy sword.’

He replaces the concept of blocking with the flowing of a sword, and uses a medium sword style for his attacks, which puts maximum power into the minimum path.
It could be said that he is a man who destroys a hundred techniques and creates a hundred more techniques.

Swish!

Suddenly, the rain became heavier.
Is it because I went back to my room right after the plague maiden came out?
Even though the scent and smell of the battlefield was thick, I could sense the strong sweet smell of those.
The spells had not yet poured in, and even though the rain was pouring down like this, my sharp intuition caught the slightest scent.
There are knights in Zaun, and Hescal is very smart. Did he not prepare for the fight even though he knew there were knights?
This must be one of those preparations.
The guy named Demul is a monster who calls himself a god and spreads disease, and he is the source of the threat.

‘The one who drew this fight was Hascal.’

And his painting was still intact, Encred saw.