Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 832

832. Identifying patterns

A soft yellow glow emanated from Yongin’s white longsword. Even in the stillness of the wind, his lemon-colored hair, seemingly imbued with Yongin’s light, swayed.
He swung his sword and sliced ​​through a flame monster larger than himself.

Hurruk.

The flames split into two and transformed into snakes, engulfing him. Yong-in uttered a command.

“Disappear.”

With a single word, two fiery snakes fell. It was closer than the distance he held, even with his longsword. The serpents that had burrowed inward were pushed outward as if struck by an invisible hand, and they vanished, scattering red dust like sand in the wind.
The source of the flames was close to will. He dug into that will and destroyed it.
However, since this was not an opponent that could be blindly attacked with words, he mixed in his swordsmanship. This was Temares’s original specialty, the swordsmanship.
Perhaps it was a harmonious blend of words and swordsmanship.
As he fought, he recalled his own techniques one by one. As Encred had suspected, he was rehabilitating.
As he rehabilitated, he was also realizing just how formidable a warrior race he was, born with the blood of the dragon.
And when he caught one of the fiery demons…

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Take out more.”

A human, wielding two discs in each hand and firing projectiles nonstop, defeated six flame-like creatures.

“Haha, this isn’t enough.”

The human, who appeared to be a bear-human hybrid, radiated divine energy and repeatedly blasted the salamander’s forelegs, obliterating them.
Yong-in could vaguely see the salamander’s true form. From his perspective, it appeared as if the bear-human beastman, Audin, was blocking the flame creature’s outstretched paws with his fists.
Despite the difference in fist size between an adult and a seven-year-old, the child possessed unprecedented strength.
That’s why.

pop!

The beast’s forelegs exploded repeatedly and scattered. Sparks flew, and fireballs flew in all directions.
The explosions scattered shards of burning stone caught in the fireballs.
Anyone could have been seriously injured, but everyone was fine. Not a single scratch was visible.
Everyone responded as if this was nothing serious.
Yong-in wondered if the continent’s military power had increased dramatically while he was bound by duty.

* * *

Encred did not forget Luagarne’s teachings.

“From now on, you won’t only encounter ordinary swordsmen. This is preparation for that.”

While Esther taught him how to deal with spells, Luagarne was responsible for the overall management of his personal tactics.
Encred remained focused and attentive.
Even though it wasn’t difficult to subdue the Frock before him in terms of sheer force, he never stopped learning.

‘There’s something to learn from everyone.’

After realizing his own inadequacy, Encred succumbed to the urge to learn. He emptied
the silver he’d earned, risking his life, to do so.
He did so for his beliefs, and to protect those standing behind him.
It wasn’t easy. It really wasn’t easy. Even after being locked in for over a year, repeating the same day alone, he couldn’t instantly surpass the talent of a genius.
Before being trapped in the present, he’d only experienced more, not less.
Did he spend those hardships and struggles thoughtlessly? Even an ordinary person wouldn’t have done so. Encred wasn’t foolish, and his mind was quite sharp.
He found his calling. He groped for a way forward, yearning for it.

‘Can I catch up with him just by swinging my sword?’

Hard work alone wouldn’t do. That was reality. The blade of reality always sharply grazed his neck and aimed at his heart.
He would relive every fight, repeat it over and over again. Use recollection as a weapon.
That’s what he did.
He would advance, even with small steps. He would build up his strength. He wouldn’t fall behind physically.
That’s what he did.
He endured all those days, crawling forward even if it meant crawling. After the fight, Encred realized that to properly relive it, he had to see it carefully.
This was before he even joined the Troublemaker Squad. He hadn’t forgotten what he’d learned then.

“To fight properly is to see properly.”

What Luagarne had said resonated with what I had learned back then. Seeing isn’t simply confirming with the eyes. It’s understanding the opponent’s intentions, observing the process and the results, and then thoroughly examining what’s contained within.
This attitude was likely what had allowed Encred to survive his days of meager skills.
The attacks of the Salamander were simple. Simply grasping the main points made them straightforward.
That’s how Encred divided his attack patterns.

‘Hot tongue.’

They can be launched from anywhere, and their speed is comparable to Rem’s axe. However, they are slower than bullets fired from a slingshot, making them easy to dodge.

‘Forefoot fireball.’

Yong-in said it was a foot. Encred recognized it as such.
The fireballs that descended along a thin line extending from the cloud of flames sometimes became two, sometimes four.

‘Not fast, but solid.’

Beyond simply understanding patterns, he reads the traits contained within them.
His eyes and intuition, honed after meeting Saxon, became even more acute after becoming a knight, and he added the Luagarne style of tactics to this.

‘If you don’t judge others and accept them as they are, you will see.’

This principle shattered Encred’s limitations. Concepts expanded, and the field of thought expanded infinitely.

‘Flame Sculpting Spell.’

This was the salamander’s third weapon. Separate from its forelimbs, a blazing flame flew like a javelin.
While not exactly a spearhead, it looked like a similar stick.
There were more than one or two of these. With the slightest opening, dozens of them would appear and fly in with a single breath.
And that wasn’t the end of it. The salamander possessed even more power.

‘A figure made of flames.’

The fourth is to create something like a flame golem. Some of the lava-like fireballs that fell from the flame cloud transformed into wolves, golems, bears, and snakes, charging at the party.

‘Here comes the rain of fire.’

Finger-thick embers of flame continued to fall from the cloud of flames. Each one a fiery rain, capable of burning and penetrating human skin.
The mountain path was eroding, turning into flat ground. Trees were ablaze, and everything was red. It felt like I was in a prison made of flames.

‘The last one is a mirage.’

This area was filled with a feverish, phantasmagoric energy. If you let your guard down even for a moment, the blazing heat would send phantoms and auditory hallucinations ringing in your ears.
Nothing was easy. Yet, no one was affected.

Exactly!

Esther snapped her fingers and chanted the spell.

“Dumuller’s mastery of space.”

On the surface, the spell itself seemed simple, and the words simple, but the spell Esther had just cast was a feat of acrobatics.
She had instantly eliminated the conditions necessary for the creation of flames.
She had created a vacuum in the area where spears, arrows, and rain of fire would descend. From what she perceived, she had stopped the wind and vanished the air from the area.
Projectiles, shaped from flame, dispersed through the air.
Spatial control was a volatile spell, not a persistent one. It activated in an instant and then vanished.
The spell, which would normally have been meaningless, now worked perfectly.
It was because the right spell had been cast at the right moment. This was proof of Esther’s exceptional intuition for casting spells.

“It’s easy, it’s easy.”

About ten paces behind Esther, Rem muttered and fired a series of projectiles, each imbued with magical power.
Each bullet precisely destroyed the core of a flame golem. To someone skilled in sorcery, finding the core of an amorphous entity was a simple matter.
Rem was naturally more adept at dealing with intangible things.
The flame amorphous entity wasn’t an evil spirit, but a formless flame incarnated into something concrete. That’s why Rem didn’t have to expend any magical power to determine the core. That’s why it was easy.
Also, since Encred had said it was a war of attrition, Rem conserved his stamina appropriately. The others were the same.
Audin extended his fist toward the constantly flying mass of flame and used his shoulder as a shield to block it.

“Lord.”

What was impressive was his movement. He half-turned his body and turned his shoulders. The moment the fireball brushed past the holy armor, Audin’s palm extended forward.

pop!

Then, without fail, the beast’s forelegs exploded.
The force of the flame claws would flow out, striking the weak point and dispersing it. It
was easy to say, but it was a feat that made me wonder how much time had been spent actually practicing it.
Audin had based his martial arts on the Balaf style, then incorporated his own methods, entering a new realm of martial arts. Naturally, it was Encred’s influence. All of that was now coming to light.
Some of the bursting fireball engulfed Audin. He lightly stepped sideways, escaping the flames’ influence. Thus, he struck with minimal movement and force.

‘It’s easier than the captain brothers.’

Well, that’s what I was thinking. Encrid, with his Usuke, was a monster. Audin was a monster who enjoyed sparring with such opponents all day long.
Ragnar simply watched, occasionally swinging his sword.
His swings cut anything. It didn’t matter if it was a strange shape or a projectile made of flame. His swings cut through anything. He
must have realized something and moved on. Ragnar had such a talent.
Encrid watched and thought at the same time.

‘A form of collective tactic of wave breaker.’

He’d identified his opponent and decided on a response. He’d told Rem and the others what they needed to know, and they’d carried it out.
Nothing was difficult. He’d pounded them with increasing speed, and everyone felt a sense of ease. Salamander instinctively sensed a sense of danger, absorbing even the power of the alien forms scattered around him.
This was what halted Salamander’s advance toward the Border Guard.
A thunderous crack echoed through the clouds of flame. At the same time, flames zigzagged outward.
Encred’s thoughts accelerated, and he attempted to counter with Dawn. At the same time, a white longsword crossed his vision.
The resulting fire, like lightning mixed with a rain of fire, exploded and scattered upon impact with Dawn and the white longsword.

Bang!

A shockwave spread with a deafening roar. A strong wind blew. It was enough to blow a normal person off their feet.
Naturally, Encrid was unharmed. And so was Yong-in.

“You could have stopped it by yourself.”
“I would have.”

Yong-in spoke as if it were a habit to read the other person’s mind.

“truth.”

The two exchanged glances for a moment. Then they returned to their respective duties.
Yong-in tried to prevent them from harming the salamander, and to keep them from harming themselves.
It was a glimpse into Yong-in’s madness.
Even for him, subduing the salamander without harming anyone was truly difficult.
Of course, Temares had tried to do so even if it meant burning his own life force, but that was no longer necessary.
The salamander’s tongue split the two. Encred took a single step to the right, flicking the falling fire rain towards Dawn.
Yong-in walked through the fire rain, dodging the tongue of the heat rays.

‘It’s useless.’

All of the Salamander’s attacks were like that.
Encred and the mad knights held no hesitation. They dodged and parried whatever the Salamander did.
The rain of fire continued to attack them, but it wasn’t as intense as the rain itself.
Knights were beyond their limits.
They saw and dodged, and those who couldn’t, they blocked.
Esther, for example, used a spell to shield herself.
That was enough.
Attacks were blocked again and again. None of the Salamander’s powers could reach them.
At the same time, they crushed and destroyed everything, enduring the attack. Controlling their breathing wasn’t difficult.
Everyone, including Ragna, had faced Encred before, so they were well-versed in stamina management.
Usuke was a never-ending well.
Sparring with someone with such will day and night, you naturally learned to conserve stamina and fight.
Encred, after swinging the Dawn a few times, was a mere bystander. Just because I was a bystander, I didn’t mean I could just sit back and watch.
As I continued to analyze the pattern, I began to glimpse the true form of the beast, which should have been invisible. It was in the shape of a four-legged beast.

‘I think I’ll die if I get cut.’

Encred’s tactical acumen was awakened after falling into Abnair’s trap in the past. He now sees a way to win on the battlefield.

‘If Rem drops it and Ragna cuts it.’

It’s not an easy task, but if he joins, it will work. That means it’s possible to put to rest the phantom of flames, whether they’re phantoms or monsters.
He believes in dawn. This is an engraved weapon. There’s nothing a weapon imbued with Will can’t cut.
It’s not omnipotence, but trust and faith.
Yong-in, who witnessed all of this, is the one. It’s only natural to be impressed.
Furthermore, Yong-in’s sensitivity has read a portion of the will emanating from Encred.
Even if he can’t read hearts, it’s a talent for reading the minds of others. It’s a talent he’s recalled while fighting.
Yong-in was also a master of mind reading. The reason for this was his ultra-precise sense for reading the will of his opponents, and now that sense has awakened.

“My duty is to protect the Huanshu and prevent them from committing unwanted killings.”

Yong-in spoke again. He would keep his word, even with action, if necessary.

“I told you so.”

Encred answered.
“Then what should we do with that?”
Encred could endure this for three days and three nights. Is that all we need to do?
Everyone was doing their part to hold on. Shinar didn’t step forward, except to avoid the rain of fire. To be precise, there was no moment for her to step forward.
However, the fairy felt her heart pounding.