Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 712

712. Reduce errors

Using the Luagarne-style tactical sword, countless lines are drawn, erased, and drawn again.

‘Turn my body into a sword.’

Tactics are tools of swordsmanship. That’s how you cut the battlefield.
Through restraint, you run without showing any signs or will, with the power of your trained body. That’s how you find your next target and stab it with the three irons.
If you put your left foot outward, you can stab more powerfully, but you can’t afford that luxury right now.
Therefore, you don’t take wide strides, and instead, you twist your waist and add rotational power. You
condense and explode the elasticity of your whole body’s muscles and add will.
The blade skillfully pierced the scaler’s scales, passed through his jaw, and tore at his crown.

Bam! Bam.

As soon as I put it in, blood and brain matter flowed out along the blade I pulled out, but this was a land where a storm was brewing. The foreign substances on the blade were quickly wiped off.

Kwaaaaang!

Lightning struck nearby, tearing at his hearing. The world that had been seen through the sound of raindrops became pure white. For a moment, it was as if he had lost his sight in the blinding light.
Encred stopped for a moment, dulling his senses.
It was hard to move right now. Everything he saw was shaking, as if an earthquake had occurred.
However, he should not waste time
just because he had stopped. He did his best not to let any day pass by like today, but now he had to use his time more densely than usual. So he did so.

‘Minimize the movements.’

In the short gap, I recalled the process of killing the monster a little while ago.
Didn’t I waste some time on the way to the target?
As a result, a young boy who mixed Ale Karaz-style martial arts and swordsmanship was briefly caught by the psychic power.
That alone was a threat to the child’s life.
I saw a scaler with a membrane wing dive down and slam into the child.
It was knocked down by Riley’s dagger, but the young swordsman was scratched on the forearm.
It was a little deeper than a scratch, so he bled profusely, and the monster’s claws mixed with poison, so his movements became very slow after that.
He wouldn’t die, but he would have one less person available for combat. If this happened again, the allies would eventually be pushed back.
To put it more simply,

‘I almost died.’

A little boy was lying dead on the mud-soaked ground after the storm. It hadn’t happened, but his mind was picturing that moment.
It wasn’t good.
Encred had no intention of letting any of those behind him die.
What should he do to make that happen?

“Ask questions. Find answers.”

This is what the Luagarne-style tactical sword says.

Swish.

Raindrops pour down, opening up the world of black and white once again. I close my eyes and listen with my ears.
There is only one answer to the question, ‘how.’

‘Reduce errors.’

No one is perfect. Even if you reduce errors, it is not enough.
What’s next? Reduce the path to save time. Give yourself some breathing room.
How can you draw the minimum path?

‘Put a dot.’

And that’s the shortest distance you can connect.
It’s like climbing a precarious cliff, like jumping along a tightrope called a limit.

Wood crunch.

Her ankles flexed gently and she pushed the ground. The soles of her boots dug into the muddy ground. The wet dirt pushed against her boot soles overlapped and hardened, becoming support.
Encred jumped to the first point he saw.
If he had looked down on the battlefield from above, he would have seen that the lines that had been drawn in a flowing manner had now turned into straight lines.

‘Take a little care in passing things.’

I just push, hit, and cut away things that get in my way.
I hold the Samcheol in my right hand and the Penna in my left hand and advance as if I were tapping them. I feel the flow of the battlefield with my body. My intuition determines my next target. I turn toward that direction again. And then I stab the Samcheol to the side without any hesitation.

Phew!

The elbow of the scaler holding a black spear at the tip of his sword was caught. Encred ran while pulling his sword back.

Crunch!

No matter how sharp the blade is, it won’t cut just by holding it against flesh. Not to mention the opponent, a monster with hard scales called a scaler. But Encred kept stabbing and cutting.
How? He did it with force.
So rather than cutting, it would be more accurate to say that he tore it off with force.
He stabbed near the elbow and, without pulling out the sword, cut it off with force. It’s obvious that the cut surface is rough, and it’s obvious that the stomach is more painful than just being cut.

Sieeeeeek!

That made the scaler scream. The scream also had the effect of alerting that there was an enemy here, so all the monsters around turned their heads, but of course Encred had already left.
Encred ran with the swords still hanging in both hands.

Kwaaaa.

The storm kept wetting my sword and body. Thanks to that, I didn’t get soaked in blood. I don’t
know if it was because of the fairy tale or because the wind was so strong, but the wind seemed to pass through my ribs. It felt very refreshing.

‘Or maybe it would be more satisfying to step forward and do it yourself.’

Regardless of my thoughts, my hands and feet were busy.

Knock knock, ting, pok, jik.

To some, it might be noise, but to Encred, it was an afterimage that lingered in his mind. It was a sound because he repeatedly struck down things that saw and moved by sound and had supernatural powers
. And with just this, a change occurred in the river that was the battlefield.
Can a single person change the flow of a river? It could be possible if he piled up large rocks one by one and dug the ground to make a path. There are people who make paths like that.
The time needed for that would be at least a few days, and at most a few months or years.
A knight is a disaster, so he could open up a new path in the battlefield and the river in a short period of time.
It’s like a natural disaster changing the terrain. Just like an earthquake creates a new path, a knight can do that.
Just like Encred did just now.

Swaaaaaaah!

The serpent floating above my head cries. The sound fills the entire battlefield. My heart beats in time with the serpent’s cries.

‘Is this the pressure of a superior monster?’

Just hearing the sound of crying makes me shiver and makes me want to turn around right away, my hair stands on end.
Unfounded fear, intangible fear demanded a response from my whole body.
To tremble in fear.
Of course, it was useless for Encred. Also, no one would collapse to this extent. But there would be a negative effect.
At that moment, Riley shouted evilly from behind. I could hear his shout and see his figure. He was far away, but I could see him regardless of the distance.
It was an advantage of auditory vision. Of course, there was a disadvantage. The black and white world was all lines and colorlessness. I couldn’t see the veins on his neck.
Well, even without seeing that, it was within the realm of imagination.

“Catch your breath, you tired little bastard!”

Riley’s neck will be covered in thick veins as she shouts this.

“Woohoohoo!”

The same goes for Anajera, who shouts from afar.
They are the ones who are enduring the waves of monsters that are rushing in. They will not be able to endure for a thousand years.

‘I must conserve my stamina and fight to the end.’

In that sense, Riley could be considered a very excellent adjutant. He fights with one leg, so his stamina is twice as high as that of other people. So even though it was his first time, he knew that if he fought like this, he would die of exhaustion.
So he would fight while focusing on stamina management.

‘Hang in there.’

Encred didn’t stop walking or raise his head, but he felt someone’s gaze.
The gaze was violent and full of murderous intent.
Beyond the black and white world drawn by the storm, a monster that was the medium of the spell was staring at him. It was Medusa’s gaze. He could feel the pressure without even seeing it with his eyes.

‘A monster that wouldn’t dare attack unless it was a knight.’

So, it must be exerting this kind of pressure just by looking at them.
High-ranking monsters instinctively use techniques similar to the knights’ intimidation. They instill fear in those they see as prey. They
make humans and intelligent species like frogs that cannot move in front of snakes.
The cry of the magic snake above their head must also be part of the intimidation that Medusa possesses.
There must be many monsters like that in the demon realm.
That is why, up until now, all intelligent species have had no choice but to fight and endure, rather than conquer the demon realm.
Is that why it is scary? Not at all.
One day, you will meet all the monsters living in the demon realm.
If it were easy to achieve, it wouldn’t be a dream. Encred’s dream was always difficult to achieve and seemed impossible on the outside. That is how it seemed.

‘They’re all cut.’

There was no room for petty worries in the simple and upright goal.
I was once again struck by the greatness of Hescal.
The strategy itself of using Medusa as a medium for sorcery rather than sending her to the battlefield was amazing.

‘More efficient placement.’

It was a tactic that slowly ate away at his stamina.
As expected, Hescal was smart.
How many did he kill? He cut and stabbed so many that it was meaningless to count them. Since he used Will with restraint, he was gradually reducing the number without any pressure or explosive momentum.
Encred’s visual range was now twice as wide as it could be seen with the naked eye.
That’s why he was able to read his opponent’s movements before his intuition warned him.

‘Skilled.’

Someone had seen what he was doing and prepared a net. As he marked the spot and moved among the monsters, he saw eight archers aiming for him in all directions, and dozens of black-tipped arrows floating in the air even in the storm.
Among them, he saw a ‘human’ alone with his helmet turned upside down. He was wearing thin iron plate armor that gave off a soft glow even in the rain.
Judging by the situation, it seemed like the prey had jumped into the net after seeing the bait.
Judging by the fact that he could now see it in the range of his auditory vision, it couldn’t have been a hastily made net.
Well, maybe not, but that was the feeling.

* * *

“Didn’t you say that guy had the skills of an ordinary knight?”

Demul’s disciple was able to see Encred’s movements thanks to the monster’s eye implanted in his forehead.
Hescal did not have such an eye, so he could not read Encred’s presence or follow his movements with his eyes, but he knew that he was making a move. As soon as
he disappeared, monsters with supernatural powers fell one by one, so it was not difficult to grasp the current situation if you consider the causal relationship before and after.
Also, since he could observe the battlefield from afar, he could easily grasp the situation.

‘Up close you see trees, from afar you see a forest.’

A woodcutter only cuts down the trees in front of him, but a forester looks at the entire forest and cuts down only the appropriate amount of trees.
In this respect, Hescal was a person close to a forester.

“I was surprised too.”
“Nothing goes as expected.”
“The opponent is Ja-woon. He should show this much power.”
“I don’t think Ja-woon will show that power?”

That’s why it’s even more surprising that the disease hasn’t spread far enough to be called a curse.

‘Encred of the Border Guard, you fight well.’

To Hescal, this was even more surprising.
Although he could have expressed admiration on the outside, Hescal simply opened his mouth in a strange manner.

“I have prepared something. I was just trying to catch Rhinox, but that should be enough.”

Hescal said. The eyes on the disciple’s forehead blinked twice. Through the blinking, his eyes changed their perspective. Their gaze was directed towards Gaju and Alexandra.

“Are you just going to leave it there?”

Even though it was a remark that was thrown out without any context, Hescal understood it right away. This battlefield was a picture that came out of my head from the beginning.

“You can’t say that you’ve lost strength to this extent. Those who should have lost strength due to chronic illness are fine.”
“That’s disrespectful. Are you blaming the power of God?”
“That’s not it.”

I expected Jawoon to do this much.
I killed Mileschia to prevent him from becoming like that, but he still resisted.
Of course, not everything goes as planned. If it were that easy, he wouldn’t have gone this far.

“It’s just beginning.”

Hescal, who had spoken, raised his head and looked at the sky. It was difficult to open his eyes straight because of the dark clouds and the raindrops.
Unless he had picked up a demon’s eye somewhere and planted it on his forehead, he would not be able to see the sky properly.
So he should be thankful.

“Phew.”

Hescal let out a long sigh, even though he had said it was just the beginning.
There seemed to be a bitterness mixed in his breath, but Demuil’s disciple probably didn’t hear
it. The eyes may be special, but the ears are human.
The disciple can’t leave, so those who will step forward have been decided.
Even if some of the pictures he had drawn in his head were ruined, the overall frame was the same. Hescal looked ahead. Nothing would change. Victory was his.

“Do you wish to attain divinity? Be faithful. Hescal of Zaun.”
“I know.”

Hescal spoke and took his foot off the gas. It was his turn to step forward, too.

“Ask your master to hand over what he has prepared.”
“A single Death Knight can cut down that rascal and those standing by him.”
“That is your opinion. The command of this battle is mine.”

Andante became a knight who returned from the dead. Maybe he could kill one Alex with that?
I don’t know.

“If you lose even though you have come to protect your master, you will not be able to save your life.”
“If you lose the battle and I am still alive, I will hang myself and die for you.”

When he says he’ll hang himself if he loses, he means it.
Hescal was serious about everything. And this was something he learned from his master.

‘Whatever you do, you must do it with sincerity.’

For example, even if you are trying to deceive someone, you have to do it with sincerity.
The enlightenment I gained from seeing Gaju’s beliefs and lifestyle was my current swordsmanship.
Even the deceiving swordsmanship is done with sincerity.
I don’t think my sword will work on Gaju. So where should my sword be directed?
The answer was already set.

‘I’m sorry.’

Ragnar, if you kill the returned prodigal son first, the stone heart of the head of the household will also waver.
That will eventually cloud his judgment, and it will create an opportunity for this side to gain the upper hand.
Hescal went to find Ragnar as the four monsters that were holding the head of the household moved.
Coincidentally, Ragnar was also walking at that moment.