Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 718

718. Talent and Guarantee

Hescal’s gaze turned to Ragnar’s eyes.
The eyes that had been looking down rose like the sun rising from the horizon and looked straight at Hescal. The light flowing through the red pupils of the eyes seemed to disperse the darkness.
With her blond red eyes and swordsmanship, she looked like the author who was considered one of the best women born and raised in Zaun.

“you.”

While Hescal was speechless, Ragnar spoke in a very calm tone.

“I told you that if you hold the sword, you will see the path. It is really easy to walk along that path.”

It was something Ragnar had said when he was young. Hescal searched his memory and recalled that the words he had heard were the ones he had heard when he had been teaching him the basics of the swordsmanship. He had only learned them for one day, and from the next day on, he had refused to learn from him.
Since then, Hescal had decided that Ragnar was lacking something that he absolutely had to have.

Those who lack the will to improve cannot survive in the dark.

The person who fit that proposition perfectly was Ragnar Zaun. In the end, Ragnar left Zaun.
He was a flower that showed off his talent among the mediocre ones and eventually collapsed without even reaching his limit.
But what would happen if that flower lived fiercely and risked danger?
The answer was here.
Ragnar could see the path when he held his sword. That was why it was not difficult to drive his opponent into a dead end.
That is how Hescal was driven into a dead end.
The distance, the position, the posture, everything became a wall and created a path. Hescal saw it as a path he had opened himself, so he walked without hesitation and was trapped in a labyrinth.
Now, the choice was Ragnar’s, not Hescal’s.
It would be okay to say that he was trapped in a spider’s web where he could not move freely.
He was not lacking in physical ability, nor was he caught up in a psychological battle, and he knew how to take risks, as if he had a lot of experience fighting for his life.
Ragnar’s sword was ready to jump out at any moment.

‘Did I see something wrong?’

Ragnar has driven Hascal like that. Whether it be deception or not, he now has no choice but to strike straight down with his sword.

‘No matter where you move, it gets cut.’

Evasion would be the worst option.
That doesn’t mean it’s a good idea now.
If you hit him head-on, the hidden blade of the camouflage will cut through the air. However, he didn’t have time to do that now.
Now, all that was left for Hescal was to subdue his opponent with force. Therefore, he had to win by adding strength to his basics instead of his sword.
Ragna changed the direction of his feet a little. With that, he no longer had time to catch his breath or talk.
The thought process after saying that he was clumsy seemed long, but it was actually extremely short.
In fact, while Ragna said that he was clumsy and Hescal responded and exchanged a few words, Ragna’s feet changed direction and his greatsword scratched the ground. The greatsword set off along the trajectory that Ragna wanted. The rain-soaked ground cleared its path without a single scream.
It was an open and wide road. It was a smooth road without a single pebble, and the solid ground was comfortable to walk on.
That was the road that Ragna saw.

Crackling.

The moment the air was torn apart, Ragnar’s sword came close to Hescal’s nose.
Hescal also reacted. He also used all his strength and swung his sword.
At the last moment, he chose the best he could. He poured all his will into the camouflage and tried to cut the weapon.
He was an imprinted weapon, Ragnar was not. Using the advantage of the weapon, he cut through the opponent’s sword and passed, splitting it from the chin to the forehead. It was the best choice.
At that moment, Hescal saw Ragnar’s blade emitting a soft milky light, and immediately after seeing that, he sensed the end.

‘ah.’

The knight’s insight allows him to know his end in advance. To be more specific, he recognized his own death through a high-speed accident.
At that time, all that was left for them was the last choice. That last choice also defined the knight’s past life.
If he wanted to survive, he would struggle to shake off the approaching death.
If he was fighting an enemy or someone he absolutely had to kill, he would swing his sword to the end for mutual destruction.
Although rare, there were those who made unusual choices based on their will and beliefs.
When the greatsword struck Hescal’s sword, his arm was pushed back. Ragnar’s greatsword pushed in and passed through Hescal’s left thigh, feeling his way through his body. The moment Hescal realized his death, he twisted his body with the last of his remaining strength. In chronological order, it was right after the greatsword struck his sword. He gathered the strength he had been struggling for the last time and poured it into twisting his body.
In other words, he reacted first before his body was torn apart.

‘My heart won’t give up.’

Kkwaddeuddeuk!
Pfft-aah.

The sound of the swing followed belatedly, and the greatsword struck the spot it had passed through.
Flesh was torn and blood sprayed to the side.
Hescal did not let go of the sword, but his arm rose. He fell backwards, and his posture looked as if he was holding the sword.
A single question came out of Ragnar’s mouth.

“why?”

Starting from the left thigh, it was cut off to the shoulder. Life was over. The reason why the word “why” came out of Ragnar’s mouth was because of Hescal’s last action.
There was clearly an opening to stab him, but he twisted his body at that moment.

“Coolook!”

Blood spurted from his mouth with a cough. It was a significantly smaller amount than the blood that had come out of his body.
He had already shed more blood than the rain could dilute, and his internal organs were exposed to the world for the first time since he was born.

“Get away from me.”

Hescal gathered his last will and spoke, sucking air into his lungs. Ragnar instinctively followed his words.
The two were next to the monster troop that had been gathered in reserve.
There were hundreds of monsters gathered, either watching the fight from the side or waiting for an opening. Ragnar pulled back the greatsword he had swung and jumped back.
He was more than twenty steps away. That was a clear distance, and Ragnar, who looked back for a moment, saw Hescal’s body bursting.

pop-

It wasn’t a very loud noise,
but the results that followed were significant, regardless of the sound, and had a significant effect on nearby objects.

Saaaaaaaah-!

The screams of the scaler rang out.
As Hescal died, drops of blood splattered all around his body, and all the monsters that touched the blood rolled their eyes and died.
It seemed like the poison had been stored in his body and then burst.
He wondered why he had given himself a chance to escape.
But well, that was something to think about later.
Ragnar turned his head. He killed Hescal.
Does this mean he achieved his goal?
No. He had never gotten lost in the first place. Hescal was mistaken.
How could he get lost when his target was clearly visible from far away?
Ragnar’s target had been a monster with snake-like hair from the beginning. So he had found his way and walked well.
Since Hescal had gotten in the way, nothing had changed. Ragnar continued walking.

* * *

Swish.

The wind had died down, but the rain was still falling.
The pouring rain washed away the entrails and brains of the monsters Encred had killed, diluting their black blood and allowing it to seep into the ground.
Immediately after Panito’s death, several of the scalers with supernatural powers did something reckless. They extended their hands and used their psychic powers while simultaneously shooting their claws like arrows.
The claw arrows were black, as if dipped in black ink, and of course, they didn’t dip their claws in ink just to do a few tricks.
There were three of them who had done something similar, and each shot four to six claw arrows, all of which were like poisonous snakes.
The claws accelerated by psychic powers and flew forward, bending and moving freely like snakes, damaging the wind and rain.
Encred recognized it all through his hearing, not his sight, and then turned his head away right in front of his nose to dodge, and then swung his three irons to destroy the ones flying in with a time difference.
The unbroken claws spun around and aimed for Encred’s back of the head again.
Encred used the moment when the claws reversed to dash forward and split the monsters’ heads vertically one by one.
Then the claws lost their strength and fell to the ground.
Then there were more monsters that did something unusual.
They were not lacking in being called elite monsters. He
decapitated and split the heads of all of them, including those that shot claws and controlled them with psychic powers, and those that burst their own skin and sprayed blood drops.
It would be okay to dodge the arrows or break them and retreat before the blood drops exploded.
His strong legs and strong legs added speed, and his trained body and sense of balance gave him the ability to move forward, backward, left, and right. What
if he moved unpredictably at a speed that confused the tactile vision of the scaler who used psychic powers? There was no way he would be affected by psychic powers.
As he was slicing the monsters, thoughts began to creep in.

‘Is he difficult to deal with? Yes, but not threatening.’

The ghoul Jerix comes to mind. Was his name Jerix? Was it Jerris?
Anyway, the ghoul I met in the city of Oara was also a special individual, and he lived long enough to be given a name.
However, compared to these guys, I felt a gap.
It wasn’t just because he lived long. Ghoul Jerix knew how to fight.
Compared to him, these monsters were much easier to deal with.

‘It’s over once I solve the portrait ability.’

Even if you happen to be affected by psychic powers, you can just shake them off with your strength, and you can avoid the poisoned claws.
Now that I think about it, I can guess the identity of the group of monsters.
Rather than their identity, I should say that their purpose is clearly visible.

‘A chimera to drain power.’

It is not a special entity, but an entity created through personal research.
Encred, who had briefly gathered his thoughts while looking at the corpse of the monster he had killed, swung his arm.
It is said that a knight can kill a thousand people.
However, in order to do so, various conditions are necessary. First of all, time is essential, and equipment is also necessary to conserve stamina and not waste Will on useless things.
Who would die just because they swing their sword once?
The knight’s inhuman fighting ability is bound by time.
Of course, if you have excellent ability to control stamina and Will, you can fight for a very long time.

‘From then on, each article is different.’

There may be knights who fight while resting after wiping them out in a short time, and there may be knights who calmly increase their stamina to reduce the number of enemies.
In any case, Encred confirmed that his body condition was not perfect. It seemed that impurities were stuck in various parts of his muscles. He was fighting while his underwear was soaked by the pouring rain. The battle was still ongoing, and he had been quite active.
In other words, it was natural for his body condition to be like this.
Encred opened his closed eyes at the sound of someone behind him. For a moment, the raindrops lightened. Judging from the fact that the clouds that Alexandra had called black orchid were still the same thickness, it must have been a temporary phenomenon.
When he opened his eyes, Medusa’s curse was consuming Will, but he could not help but be treated to this degree. In that sense, Encred spoke as he looked at the approaching person.

“It’s late, Ragnar.”
“Did you expect me to come?”
“I thought you’d like me to come.”

To be honest, I had expected that after the fight on Gaju’s side was over, I would join them or Ragna would come.
There were still a lot of enemies left, so I wouldn’t be satisfied with just holding out and fighting the ones who approached me.
Furthermore, Ragna was a great man who would take his anger out on someone. Ragna, who had approached, even
opened his mouth.

“Because Hescal blocked it in the middle.”
“Blocked it?”
“I did.”
“Is that so?”

No one, including Gaju, Alexandra, Rhinox, and Hescal, would have known Ragnar’s true strength.
However, Encred knew.
Hescal and a few monsters would never be able to stop Ragnar.

“Wasn’t Hescal a bad guy?”
“There’s a hole in his shoulder.”
“What about the medicine Anne gave you?”
“I didn’t put any poison on it.”

Regardless of the content, the two’s attitudes were so indifferent that it seemed like a peaceful, everyday conversation was taking place.
A few monsters formed a formation around the two, keeping an eye out for each other.
Encred sensed a few more new signs.
They were skilled at hiding their bodies and presence. I heard that there were many of them in the Hunter’s Village.
The Hunter’s Village itself was a village formed by those who had heard of the legends of Zaun and had lingering attachments.
It was a village formed by those who lived off the scraps that fell from Zaun, starting from bounty hunters and becoming mercenaries. It
was also a place where outsiders who did not belong in Zaun gathered.
So it was understandable that they would betray.

Ching.

Encred put the three irons back into their scabbards.

‘Let’s work harder, Samcheol.’

Samcheol was so great that I wondered if Eitri had tricked me into giving it to him.
In fact, he had made it into a engraved weapon, but didn’t he say no because he was afraid of being disappointed?
Jin’s blade seemed like it could cut through anything, and the Mokgeum blade seemed like it could shatter anything.
It wasn’t just Encred’s madness that made me feel like the sword was talking to me every time I held it in my hand.

“let’s go.”

Encred said. His tone was refreshing. It would be nice if the rain stopped and some light came, but of course that was not going to happen.
The wind and rain would not stop for at least three days.
There would be times when it would be strong, and times when it would be weaker, but the storm that was blowing now was not yet ready to stop.
At Encred’s words, Ragnar knew that the captain had the same goal as he did.
His mouth opened in admiration.

“Did you see the same thing as me? As expected, the captain has the talent to be a guide. I can guarantee it.”
“……It’s just as unpleasant as hearing someone like Rem.”
“Huh?”

Ragnar tilted his head as if he couldn’t understand.

“Shut up and follow me. I’m going to show you what two swordsmen can do.”

If someone were to hear this, they might call it petty.

“What difference does it make if two swordsmen and a young girl are added to the mix?”

He still had in mind the words of the false god, Dmul.
However, Ragnar could not talk about pettiness while looking at Encrid like that. It was too obvious.
He also did not forget that they were just two swordsmen.

“Yes, that’s right.”

Ragna and Encred walked side by side. Their target was the peerless beauty from the Demon Realm with her uniquely styled hair standing in front of them.