Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 793

793. Indules and Mental Attacks

Division of roles.

This is the picture Encred drew. It was a tactic sketched out through countless repetitions of today.
I can’t explain the details of the picture right now, but if I show it to you, you’ll understand.

‘I have previous experience.’

We worked hand-to-hand to break through Count Molsen’s spectral army. Of course, this fight will be much more complex than that. It’s obvious without having to think too deeply about it. The opponent is different, and our level is different. Consequently, there will be errors.

Hwaruk.

A whip of flame flew without warning. A fiery serpent coiled in the air, transforming into a noose, trying to wrap itself around Audin’s arm.
Every movement was so swift that it seemed to stretch, unleashing a curtain of flames across the air. An optical illusion, a lingering afterimage.
Encred stepped into the gap. Audin instinctively raised his fist and then backed away. Encred gently pushed his sword against the noose, shaking it off. If he tried to cut, it would tangle and coil. This was a method guided by accumulated experience.

“Brother?”

Audin calls.

“I’m the one stopping it.”

Let me repeat. Balrog bent his left wrist downward, his sole pressed against the floor, and gently pushed. His right index finger lifted, then tightened his grip on the urt. Every single movement introduced errors into his calculations. The most troublesome thing Balrog possessed wasn’t his flaming whip, which moved at will, or his sword, which breathed black flames, or his horn.

‘catch.’

Balrog was adept at grappling. Even if he could fight with Will, moving at speeds beyond his limits, and slashing through rock and metal, once engaged in combat, all that remained was dodging, slashing, blocking, and slashing.
Balrog mastered this principle. If necessary, he could swiftly draw his sword away, mixing in subtle gestures and deception to deliver a kick to the stomach.
Encred had been hit several times. Could he anticipate and dodge all of that? He had a swordsmanship technique created for that purpose.

‘Wavebreaker Sword.’

The meaning is a sword that can even block waves, the method of implementation is to block attacks, and the method of training is the training of thought. Add to that what you’ve learned and mastered so far. The Sword of Chance, the Vortex, everything you possess is interwoven to block.
Balrog’s body swayed left and right, creating a blurry afterimage. He swayed to the left and then leaped to the right, swinging his sword.
Balrog headed towards the direction Shinar had pulled back. Encred’s body also followed him. He swung his sword, wedging himself between Shinar and Balrog. His thoughts accelerated, and he read the trajectory of the sword he had swung first. Then Balrog stretched his leg. It was a pattern he’d encountered countless times. So he already knew this move. He parried
his sword, drew back, and struck Balrog’s sole with the pommel.

pop!

A loud explosion erupted between them. Encred retreated three steps, dissipating his energy, and Balrog pulled back his outstretched leg, kicking it with his foot and moving immediately.
They called it a division of labor, but their hands and feet weren’t in sync right away. If the Mad Knights were a single person, their hands and feet would be tangled.
Rem struggled to sling, and Ragnar couldn’t even swing his sword properly. To be precise, he didn’t even draw his sunrise, just watching indifferently.
Saxon took a step back, and Shinar drew his leaf blade, but knowing his body wasn’t in the best condition to engage in combat, he concentrated on evasive maneuvers.

“Brother!”

Then, Balrog swung his left hand like a sword and cut Encred’s wrist. Audin cried out upon seeing this.
But not a drop of blood was shed.

“are you okay.”

Encred answered calmly. His left hand was wrapped tightly in two layers of cloth gauntlets. He’d removed the one on his right and wrapped it around his left, preventing the attack. He placed Will there.
The cloth gauntlets were deeply etched and torn, causing some of the fabric to hang down.

‘How to use tools.’

It was an application of what he had learned from Master Reno. He had demonstrated the skill of blending his Will with his weaponry, and Encred had learned faithfully.
Well, it’s hard to say whether he had any intention of teaching them.
If their opponent had been clumsy, they would have already been able to coordinate their efforts, but Balrog constantly interrupted them, as if he knew it.
To him, even this was a form of amusement. He couldn’t even imagine losing. Balrog’s Will would become stronger and more powerful.
And Encred’s would be no different.

“Oh, what should I do?”

Rem grumbled behind him.
It seemed like a gathering of discordant musicians, but if you show them, they’ll do it. That belief remained unchanged. No, Encred truly believed it.
If it doesn’t work? We all die. There’s no way around it. Balrog possessed a force that no one here could face alone.
Did he see a momentary opening, or was he trying to exploit it so that there was an opening? Balrog attempted to strangle everyone with the visualization of his intimidation.
Burnt chains clung to their bodies. Balrog’s visualized intimidation was not easily shaken off.
Of course, Encred had already tried to shake it off countless times.

‘refusal.’

The wall deflected the chains. Intimidation, by nature, is a pressure born of fear and murderous intent, a force inherent in monsters. It was only natural for Balrog to wield it so skillfully, yet it bounced off. And Encred wasn’t alone.
Sorcery was already adept at resisting this kind of power.

“Where.”

Rem leaped back a few steps, shaking off the pressure. Retreating didn’t mean leaving the area, but the movement itself carried a magical meaning, deflecting the pressure.

“There is no fear in the Lord our Father.”

Audin confronts the Holy Glow Armor head-on and defeats it.

Ching.

Ragnar pulled out the sunrise two knuckles wide and used his momentum to intimidate. Saxon headed behind Audin before the Balrog could shake off his pressure, and Sinar followed suit, standing behind Encrid.
Each defied the Balrog’s pressure in their own way.

-good night!

The Balrog, watching, let out a cry of joy. He was so delighted that his urt erupted in black flames. His blazing greatsword, roaring, doubled in size, and his flaming whip twisted and twirled in the air, expanding his body to a gigantic size. At the same time, the two wings attached to Balrog’s back unfurled. The shadow and flames emanating from him seemed to press down and embrace everything around him. At the same time, a pungent, burnt stench spread throughout the surroundings. This was Balrog’s scent.
And…

Fluttering-

Encred’s cloak spread out, billowing behind him. Even without a breath of wind, it did so.
While Balrog pressed down on his surroundings with his wings, Encred’s cloak enveloped him.

Ji-eeeeing.

As Urt spits out flames, the Dawn Forge cries. The sword’s cry spreads through the hand gripping it, permeating the entire body.
It is a engraved weapon, imbued with its owner’s will. Now, that will has responded and communicated with the sword. The Dawn Forge’s blade glows with a heavenly light. This mingled with the radiance of Audin’s holy light, spreading outward. From above, it appears as if the Balrog’s shadow occupies half the blade, the other half blocked by the holy light and the heavenly light.

Chiririring.

In the meantime, the face of the god who eats night and darkness was revealed.

“I will bend it.”

The master of sunrise opened his mouth and spoke.

“You can’t do it alone, kid.”

The vivid shadows cast by the light of dawn and sunrise spoke. Suddenly, a pattern she’d never seen before appeared before Rem’s eyes, and the shadow behind her transformed into a figure with long arms and a small frame.
It was the result of a shaman’s spell. Here, the power of the West, the descent, was superimposed.

“Do you think I can just watch?”

Here, the cinnamon is embraced by the fragrance of trees and flowers.

“Don’t worry about me.”

Saxon stepped into the darkness of this cave, belonging nowhere. He could do so. Moonlight always illuminates the night.
He held the moon within him, so he never lost his way even in the pitch-black night.

‘With all your might.’

Carelessness will lead to death. Death, like a close friend, always lingers nearby. Today’s repetition must have made Encred feel that way even more. But that wasn’t on his mind right now.

Thump-

My heart pounded, almost to the point of pounding near my temples. It was the pulsating pulse.
Balrog wasn’t smiling anymore. It wasn’t that he’d suddenly lost interest. He’d made up his mind to act. It
was the same expression Encred often wore when he risked his life to split the crystal.

hook.

I thought I heard that sound. If Balrog truly moved, it would be like entering a rift in time and fighting.
So, to survive here, I had to intentionally increase my body’s reaction speed and dynamic vision beyond normal. Otherwise, I would lose. Balrog was superior in everything, including physical ability, strength, and speed.

‘acceleration.’

He accelerated his thoughts and simultaneously increased his body’s reaction speed. Encred’s thoughts were focused on one thing: tracking Balrog’s movements.

‘It’s visible.’

Perhaps it’s an evolved version of the Wavebreaker Sword.
Observing the flow, it sometimes splits its thoughts into tactical judgments, and when it detects the enemy’s movements, it shifts into a single thought.
The highs and lows constantly shift, and the agitation and calm alternate without any regularity. It’s a constant adjustment of tempo. It’s something that only someone who knows how to stop and reflect after running at full speed can achieve.
It’s also something Encred has done countless times. Will’s ability to instantly explode from a standstill is also a branch of his current approach.

‘I can stop it.’

Encred surrendered to the thrill of it all. Like a madman, he read the flow and rhythm of Balrog’s attacks, thrusting his Dawn Forge into the air and parrying his fists with his elbows.

Boom! Hwaruk! Ta-ang! Chiiing!

The sky blue met the black light, and black sparks flew into the wall, creating a hole.
What was the difference between my Will and the Will of the Knights, including Balrog?
Encred explored and pondered, even hiring three new teachers to help him navigate. Even on the ferryboat provided by the ferryman, his worries continued.
He swung his sword as hundreds of thoughts raced through his mind. He even stalled, securing time for training.

“You little punk, stop messing around.”

The teacher was often angry. It wasn’t in vain that he dedicated his time to them. It was Encred’s own apology.
He splits his time. And he never wastes a single day, so he always acts as if each day is his last.

“I want to rip your head off.”

The captain’s exclamation seems to be heard. And it’s filled with sincerity.
It’s said that Usuke possesses an inexhaustible will, and Indules possesses something that changes.

‘Indules.’

That speaks to the transformation of Will’s nature. What he did in Zaun was a method of operating Will, but what he’s now awakened to is a bit different. All this time, Encred has been shaping and shaping Will like an alchemist or a stonemason. He’s polished and broken, deliberately split and clumped, mixed, refined, and flowed.
In all of this, what my Knights had shown me before has entered the realm of understanding.
When Saxon needs it, he shapes his Will into a thin blade. When that Will meshes with the relic he possesses, it becomes Indules. The very possession itself changes, which speaks to the transformation of Will’s nature.
Audin creates and erects a rock of light.
Rem squeezes and grips the freely swirling wind, wielding it.
Ragnar transforms his Will into a sword with a single will to cut.
Is it a coincidence that everyone can do this? No.
It’s because they’ve stimulated each other for so long that they’ve become what Rem unconsciously called “us.”
Encred shaped the will within me into bricks and built them. A single brick could be blown away with a single kick, but when they were gathered together, they became something else. And so, he built a wall within me. Indules—the will of the wall.

Bang!

Balrog’s urt slid through the gap in his thoughts, plunging vertically. Encred braced his feet, glutes, and abs simultaneously, raising his sword parallel to the ground to block and hold on.
He’d buckled his knees from a similar blow before, and bounced back countless times. But now he could block.
Balrog’s blazing sword had already formed a blade, a blaze of flames.

‘The dawn forging does not break.’

He believes in his engraved weapon. He knows how to handle it, and with simple thinking, he focuses solely on blocking. This is Donapa’s teaching. The exhilaration of the single-edged sword’s long breathing and a sense of omnipotence, combined, instills Will with a firmer sense of unity. He blocked it by adding all the teachings of others.
Beyond the blade held parallel to the ground, Encred’s lips quirked. He was smiling without even realizing it.
Balrog smiled back.
“Block this?” It was a smile that seemed to ask. The flames that replaced his pupils swirled ceaselessly.
Even if death comes at the end of his ecstasy, he will fight. That was his reason for being.
Such was Balrog’s life.
The sword he had hurled with all his strength was blocked. Thanks to this, a gap appeared in Balrog’s movements, and at the same time, their previously creaking movements became unified.

Click.

The interlocking teeth of the saws met. It wasn’t a real sound, though.
Balrog, still in his sword-swinging stance, blocked his forehead with his left hand.

Bang!

A projectile flew above him and exploded. Black crystal dust spread across his arm, reflecting light. It was, of course, Rem’s work.

“This vice-captain will take care of it, so everyone just move accordingly. Okay?”

His nonsense continued to explode. It was a mental attack. I don’t know if it was directed at my allies or my enemies.