Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 828

828. Yongin

“Oh, you’re crazy again.”

Rem muttered from behind.
The captain, laughing like that, seemed a bit crazy.
Of course, it wasn’t something Rem dared to say, but no one here cared.
Encred’s dawn cut the air diagonally. He stepped into the realm of silence once more. His opponent reacted in kind.
The only difference was…

‘It’s bent.’

In an instant, the white blade of the sword twisted and coiled around the blade of dawn. It was as if a white snake were crawling up the blade. How could it be so, when it wasn’t even a sword that curved smoothly? There was no question. The thought of it made his wrist fly off. Encred twisted his wrist. He
put strength into his wrist, trained countless times, and carried his will.

Tta-da-da-da-dang!

The moment they were free from the oppressive air, the friction of the blade rang in their ears.
Sparks flew fiercely. It was an uphill climb with little room to even step. The two of them moved again, roughly stepping on tree roots and rocks in the middle of the ridge, crushing and breaking them.
Encred drew attention with a horizontal slash above, then suddenly dropped his sword.
It was one of the Encred-style swordsmanship techniques, a technique that deceived the starting point of the sword.
His vertically slit yellow eyes remained unwavering. He raised his pure white sword and struck it away.

earth!

Amidst a few exchanges of swordsmanship, a group of people gathered behind Encred.

“What is that?”

Ragnar arrived, Saxon arrived with his arms folded in silence, and Audin smiled and said:

“I saw a lot of flame monsters on my way here, but it’s surprisingly quiet here.”
“That’s probably to be expected.”

Behind Audin, Esther approached. Riding a black, lumpy beast, she dissipated like smoke as she stepped onto the ground.
The black smoke then dissipated, transforming into a shawl that draped over her shoulders.
At first glance, she looked like a witch living in a demonic realm or wielding a demonic beast, but no one uttered a single word. Instead, they simply focused on what she said.

“What does that mean?”

Rem asks from atop the tree, her eyes still fixed on the road ahead. The fight is a close call.
Well, there are some things you can’t know without actually fighting, so I can’t be certain.
At this level, even a small mistake or psychological pressure can make the difference between victory and defeat. From that perspective, Encred didn’t seem likely to lose, but victory or defeat is unpredictable.

“Neither human, nor dwarf, nor fairy.”

Shinar, who came next, spoke. She looked ahead and opened her mouth again.

“Its eyes are like those of a snake, and its aura is more unique than any other species.”

There are races called these.
Fairies are said to be the children of flowers and trees, dwarves the children of iron and flame.
Giants, who prove themselves through blood and slaughter, are said to be the children of hot blood.
Watermen, who began as a group hunting for survival, are said to be the children of mountains and fields.
Proks are the children of dreams, and humans, who can become anything, have the world as their parent.
And dragons, of all races, are said to be the parentless ones who walk alone.
They are said to be those who cannot be easily understood.

“Why is Yong-in mentioned here?”

Audin asked, as if muttering to himself.
Coincidences sometimes overlap in this world. The Balrog expedition had come to meet the Salamander. More precisely, to crush the head of that formidable monster.
No one could have predicted they would encounter the dragon in the process. Of course, the dragon might have a reason for being here, but that was impossible to know.
Perhaps the celestial gods were watching?
Perhaps, but in reality, it was impossible to know.
After experiencing the vision, Esther’s sense of magic had become sharper than ever. That sensitivity read the traces the dragon had left behind.

‘wave.’

The magical energy in the air rippled and swayed, swaying to one side. So, to put it in words, it was a mana affinity.
It was known to be one of the innate qualities of the dragon.
Magicians are researchers by nature. As a side note, she had collected and read historical data and materials on the dragon.
Meanwhile, Encred’s sword flashed and drew three lines. It was a sword strike, optimized through thought to draw the shortest path.
Since lightning strikes are unpredictable, the dragon gave up on it. Instead, he leaped back. Another acceleration. Encred swooped down on his retreating opponent, forming a flowing line. It was a continuous cycle of mutual bite and bite.
Esther had cast a physical acceleration spell to observe the fight, but she couldn’t see the entire process. All
she saw was Encred’s dawn striking the dragon’s left arm, and at the same time, his white longsword stabbed Encred in the stomach.
Everything happened in an instant. And the result was far beyond expectations.
Gray scales sprouted from the opponent’s arms, blocking the Blade of Dawn, and Encred’s stomach was also impervious to the longsword.
Their gazes crossed.

‘Scale?’
‘Leather?’

One eye focused on the scales, the other on the black leather armor. At the same time, Encred extended his leg and the dragon threw a punch.

Snap!

A gust of wind blew around them with a roar.
Shinar waved his hand, blocking Esther’s path. He gathered his energy and dispersed the force generated by the impact.

“He’s a formidable opponent.”

She was impressed. In fact, everyone was impressed, not just her.
Encred’s current skill was unparalleled. The fact that he had achieved Baekjungsae was proof of the formidable fighting prowess of the dragon before him.
Of course, this was even more surprising to the dragon, who had always held the upper hand due to his innate power. But the dragon showed no emotion. He
simply did what he had to do.

“It’s not working. Seriously. Stop.”

It was a wave of magical power felt by everyone, not just Esther. What he spoke was will itself. The power to overlay and suppress the will of others.
It was Yongin’s signature power. The collective name for the mysterious power that spewed forth from his mouth, the “Speech Spirit.”
It was similar to a spell for magic, but on a different trajectory. It
was a suppressive force that would be difficult for a normal human to resist.
This was what Esther knew.
And a human whose will should normally be suppressed and shaken accepted those words without a second thought.

“I said no. Stop being so clingy.”

He’s so good at talking.
But why does Yong-in speak like that?
Esther felt a mixture of surprise and curiosity rise within her.

“I know you hate being clingy, but since you haven’t said anything to me yet, I guess you already think of me as your fiancée.”

Shinar was as usual. He said he was formidable, but not threatening. If that was true in her eyes, then it was true in everyone else.
None of them stepped forward. They didn’t have to.
Encred’s fighting spirit never wavered. In fact, it seemed to grow stronger as the fight continued.
In the midst of his fierce rage, his opponent asked.

“Are you a Balrog? That’s how you fight.”

And the other person said, no, I was asking.

“Your speech is a mess.”

Rem spoke. For a moment, everyone, including Rem, became one. They all felt the same way.
Encred interpreted and understood the words in real time, mulling over what the other person had said. Was he speaking like that because of the material of the armor he was wearing?
For a moment, he considered that, but it wasn’t true.
He asked because, within the knowledge of the dragon, there was only one being who enjoyed fighting to this extent.

“I think I’m more handsome.”

Encred took the remark lightly.
It wasn’t pleasant to be compared to a creature with two horns and split skin, but what did that matter now?

“Let’s fight more.”

Encred let out a whimper. Naturally, he lacked the power of words, so these words held no coercive force.
Instead, he possessed resolve, will, conviction, faith, and his fists. More precisely, the dawn he received as a engraved weapon held in his hand.
His sword sometimes displayed even greater coercion than words.
A madman charged with laughter, and a slender, blond man stared indifferently.
The human and the dragon crossed weapons. Encred attempted to bind the dragon with their swords, but the dragon retreated.
Encred pursued this, accelerating his thoughts. He also used his five senses and sixth sense to decipher his opponent’s tactics.
All of this effort lengthened the moment of thought and tightened the present. Within this tightened time, lines and dots connected in a quest to subdue the opponent, and a single thought separated, grasping the opponent.

‘It’s so sad.’

The swordsmanship and momentum of the one standing before me are just so-so. No
matter who I fight, there’s a certain feeling I get from the sword.
For example, what about Balrog? It’s incredibly strange to describe, but he evokes the image of a rock that’s both solid and flexible, bending with ease.
Oara is like flowing waves, and Ragnar is a lightning bolt that shatters everything, yet burns and lingers like a flame.
A lightning bolt filled with force, not content with a fleeting flash. Saxon is
an invisible blade, and Audin appears to be a rock that rolls steadily, yet occasionally seems to pull out a blunt weapon hidden behind the rock. While he may
appear a determined fighter on the outside, he possesses many means of victory.
Rem simultaneously acts like a ferocious beast while displaying the qualities of a hunter.

‘contradiction.’

I recalled the days I drank Geon-guk-ju in my sluggish thoughts. It was a wonderful drink. It was the kind of drink that required contradictory words to describe its aroma and flavor.

‘Two incompatible things.’

That was the case with Balrog, the bending rock.
And everyone in the Mad Knights is learning the same thing.
Encred saw it too, as their perspectives and perspectives changed.
The enemy seemed like a dreary swamp. Or a pitch-black pit.

‘It feels like I’m fighting a doll.’

Reality exists. It’s not an illusion, it’s reality. Reading the trajectory of the white longsword, I instantly saw the next move. It
wasn’t experience, but a fleeting glimpse of inspiration, revealing a fraction of an inch ahead.
Encred’s Dawn dodged the longsword and sliced ​​through the opponent’s left thigh.

Ttadadadang!

At the same time, the opponent’s sword also grazed Encrid’s stomach.

Thump.

The noise was unfamiliar. So was the sensation in my hand.

‘It’s the same as before. It’s not skin.’

It felt like I’d hit something hard. The loose cloth, a worn piece of cloth unfit for armor, was torn, revealing scales resembling scalers on its thighs.
Gray scales covered its skin.

“Are you a monster?”

This is the answer to the question I asked about Balrog. There is no answer. At best, I could sense a faint hint of emotion from the other person.
Ironically, the emotion I felt as I faced the sword was similar to my own.

‘It’s fun.’

Joy, anticipation, and goodwill.
He was an opponent who showed no malice or murderous intent. But I didn’t expect him to back down.

“Are you going to keep blocking it?”

Amidst the dullness felt from the sword, a single will was clearly felt.
Whatever it was, Yongin, had no intention of retreating. Its yellow pupils were slit vertically, and now its face, too, was covered in scales, crackling with a thud.
This was Yongrin, Yongin’s second power, following the power of the Unryeong.
Its body had become impervious to even the slightest slash.
The fight wasn’t over. However, something else had intervened.

Whoosh whoosh.

The sound was quiet, but the shadows over their heads were immense. A mass of flame? A cloud? Something like that. Suddenly,
a cloud of fire appeared above their heads.
At that moment, Yong-in completely turned around. He had completely turned his back on the opponent he’d just been wielding his sword against.

‘What is this?’

Was it a trap? No. From the Valencian mercenary sword to the orthodox Encred swordsmanship.
When it comes to deception, Encred is a master even among knights.
Conversely, from what I’ve seen so far, this skinny dragon with absurd strength wasn’t good at deception. I knew this from just a few swordfights.
Therefore, he turned around now with sincerity. Why? The
moment he turned, the dragon raised his sword.
A fireball flew above him, and his white longsword sliced ​​through it, just like Encred had done before.
The fireball split left and right, piercing the ground and exploding.

pop!

Broken stones, branches, and clumps of burning earth scattered in all directions.
The heat quickly engulfed the surroundings, making everything visible sizzle, glow, and sway like a mirage.

‘hmm?’

Encred slashed away half of the flying debris with his sword and blocked the other half with his gauntlets. He then looked forward again.

“I wanted to live too.”

A child appeared. Even though it was the first time he’d seen her, he immediately knew he was the one who had failed to protect her. The child,
cowering in the fiery pit, watched for signs of danger, and Encred’s eyes met.
The moment their eyes met, a surge of emotion washed over him, overpowering his reason. Facts and reality became irrelevant; only his present feelings became the truth.
The child’s mouth opened again.

“Could you have saved me too?”

A child already dead, a child I couldn’t protect even though he stood behind me.
Several faces overlapped.
There were two children who had dreamed of becoming herbalists. I lost one, and I protected the other.
The child I lost looked at me and asked.

“You could have protected me, right?”

There was no resentment in his speech. It was innocent. That made my heart ache even more and my emotions swell.