Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 852

852. Unacceptable

‘Centaur.’

Half-human, half-horse, with a lower body like that of a horse and an upper body like that of a human.

‘Because it’s a monster, its eyes are black, and its skin, though not as hard as iron, is quite hard.’

He was an opponent I’d fought before. Had we occupied the plains south of the forest in front of the Border Guard?
His memory was hazy. Hadn’t all sorts of things happened in that time? Even with a good memory, it was something he’d likely forget. But that didn’t mean he’d forgotten everything. Encred searched his memory.

‘General Colony.’

The movements of the glaive-wielding creature came to mind. At the same time, he was also using a tactic while leading the group. It
was called a three-wave formation.
Draw attention with the first wave, strike with the second, and crush them with the third.
It was a simple tactic, but one that worked well when the superiority in strength was clear.

‘At that time, I was able to overcome the monster’s murderous intent.’

The monster’s murderous intent, akin to the knight’s intimidation, was blocked by rejection.
As I pieced together the scattered fragments, memories began to surface, one by one. Some were clear, others were hazy.
For example, I forgot the names of the people I saw that day, but I didn’t forget the battle situation or what I learned and practiced there.

“It’s different from before.”

Encred said.
There was no murderous intent or aggression. While the general-type colony we’d previously encountered was a tank that had entered resolutely, this opponent seemed like a nimble light infantryman with cunning.

“Those kids make me feel bad every time I see them.”

Dunbakel also muttered. Back then, during the battle against the General Colony, Dunbakel had fled into the forest, offering himself as bait for a herd of centaurs.

“It’s time to repay what you did to me back then, Guardian of the Fifty.”

Rem teased Dunbakel.
They charged, firing bone arrows, but no one panicked. There was no one here who could withstand such an attack.
Ragnar, his eyes half-closed, remounted his horse.

“You’re being annoying.”

That was the end of it. Chasing them would be a headache. In reality, they had already turned into dots, running so fast that even a knight’s vision couldn’t keep up.
A few of the horses groaned and stamped their forelegs in anxiety, but after a few whines from the one-eyed steed, they all calmed down.

“Shall I chase after you?”

Lawford asked. “It’s hard to chase them on horseback, but if we close the distance, I can jump off and close the gap on foot.”
Of course, he said this knowing they wouldn’t actually let him go. This, well, it was a comment based on Lawford’s position in the Knights Templar. He always took on the dirty work.

“It’s impossible.”

Encred spoke, assessing the speed of the centaur herd.
A knight’s brawn would overpower a horse in a short race, but even considering that, the creatures he just saw were fast. Could he chase them with his current mount? It was impossible.

“That’s true.”

Lawford nodded in agreement. He knew it wouldn’t work. He said it with the intention of making everyone aware of it. That’s why it was so messy.

“This kid always talks nonsense. I know it all, sir, even if you don’t say anything out loud.”

Fel sneered.

“How many times have I told you that this kind of dialogue is necessary to keep the group’s opinions intact? It’s countless times. That’s why the soldiers don’t gather under your command. The fact that your face is crushed is the second reason.”

Click.

Fel released the clasp on his sword. Was it time to put a few slashes on that bastard’s face?
Lawford’s eyes narrowed. Even without a single one of those squabbling brawls, wouldn’t the southern front be safe?
At this point, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to just cut him down and send him flying.

“Kids, get busy. If you’re going to fight, go fight.”

Rem stopped them. It was a different approach than Encred’s, but they stilled their hands.
When an ignorant barbarian glares at you, as if he’s about to split your head open with an axe, you lose the will to fight.
The group took off again. They advanced. The centaur herd had struck and fled, and that was all they could do.
Encred and a few others wondered if they could just leave them alone, but they agreed with Luagarne’s words.

“It’s easier to capture a group like that by sheer numbers. Just send some of the standing army out and chase them down, as if surrounding them.”

With only a small, elite force, they were a nuisance to chase. They could have been defeated again if they had decided, but it was a waste of time.
Encred sensed a purpose in the arrows they fired.
Poison, distance, arrows.
Combining these three factors, he could vaguely discern their intentions. As he prepared to advance, the centaur horde reappeared.

“Look at this?”

The corners of Rem’s mouth went up. The situation was unpleasant.

“Haha, it seems the Lord wants to play war.”

If he sent a troop of centaurs up to heaven, the Lord would tear them in half and play with them for fun.
Of course, he didn’t know if the gods truly wanted that, but Audin believed that everything was within God’s will.
To him, they were nothing less than God’s playthings.

“Sister Teresa, let’s get ready.”
“Yes.”

The bear-like siblings grabbed the reins and stopped. Everyone followed suit.
They paused, waiting for the monsters to attack. This time, if they closed the gap, they would crush them in one fell swoop.
The mad knights’ hearts were united.

Shushu shu shu shuk.

Bone arrows flew. They were fired from afar. If they got any closer, they’d chase, Encred thought.
The centaur herd, as if mockingly, accelerated, fired arrows, and then sprinted around, sprinting away. Their
opponents were already on horseback. Chasing them proved difficult.

‘I can’t chase after you.’

Fast. A warhorse that runs at full speed, three or four times faster than a cavalry called a steed.
If the distance could be shortened, most of the knights would face the monster within arm’s reach of their weapons.

‘I don’t think they’ll give me any space.’

Encred saw it that way.
It had been three days. Rem said they were just waiting for the party to tire, and Luagarne rolled her eyes, lost in thought.
They fired arrows and fled at regular intervals, morning, noon, and night. The party’s movement had slowed to a crawl.

‘A singularity comes to the monsters that survive within the magic realm.’

Thousand Bricks, now known as Oara, was already a learned creature in the renamed city. Ghoul Jerix was a monster who learned from observing human technology.

‘Humans learned to intimidate by observing the life force of monsters.’

The origin of Coercion was a mimicry of the monster’s murderous intent, and the origin of Will was developed from observing the monster’s massive body exerting incredible strength.
This knowledge was gained from a conversation with the Imperial Knight Balmung. Balmung also said this.

“Just as humans steal and learn from monsters’ techniques, I believe it’s time for monsters to learn from humans’ systems. We’ve learned from each other.”

So, did the monsters that shoot arrows from afar also learn the strategies and tactics that the intelligent beings showed?

“That’s right.”

When I spoke to Luagarne, she nodded.

“If we leave it like this, it’ll be twenty-five years before we even reach the southern battlefield. I’ll take care of it.”

Rem was a natural hunter. He chased a herd of centaurs. He set out in the night and returned in the morning. His efforts were fruitless.

“These kids are standing guard from far away?”

Conditions were unfavorable in many ways. If this were a forest, approaching would be easy. But this was an open plain. With dozens of monsters lurking around, sneaking up on them was impossible.

“Should I have brought the kitten?”

Rem is about to say something like this.

“Instead, I have Dunbakel.”

In the East, hunting is a daily occurrence, especially tag with monsters.

“I’m going.”

No one tried to stop him. Dunbakel returned in less than half a day.

“You shoot an arrow and bounce off before you get close?”
“Captain, it seems like you’ve become even more stupid since you came back from the East.”

Rem shook her head.
Dunbakel’s sense of smell is exceptional, even among beastmen. However, it’s not useful in a plain where everyone is clearly visible. While it’s good for chasing those who hide or run away, it’s not her specialty when it comes to sneaking up on them.
Instead of hiding, they use their feet to keep a distance and fire arrows. Of course, Dunbakel had her own thoughts.

‘I think it would be okay to rush in with a water gun?’

Her personification developed and changed in the East. Let’s run to the second change.

‘I can catch it.’

However, they didn’t give me enough distance to do that. And then they came back and shot arrows again.

Shushu shushuk. Tata datak.

Rem tied a string to a throwing axe and spun it around. It formed a canopy over the heads of the entire party, deflecting the incoming arrows.
A few penetrated the gaps, but Luagarne swatted them away with her whip.
A threat? Not at all. However, their feet were tied. No one would be accidentally hit by an arrow, but they were poisoned. Even
a brush with a horse would be a burden. The equipment hung on the saddle would have to be carried by someone, slowing their pace. The south was far. It wasn’t impossible to reach on foot, but a delay was a given. Should
they leave all their camping gear behind?
Encred pondered for a moment.

“If it were me, I would split the group.”

Luagarne offered practical advice.
What should I say? They’re a group that could easily be slaughtered if confronted, so there’s no way to stop them.
True to Luagarne’s words, if you divide up and chase them out of the plains, you might be able to catch them.

‘I think we’ll need three.’

Should I do that? It’s obvious what the enemy wants. If the monsters have learned the strategy and what they want is to tie us up, isn’t this just giving in to their wishes?

‘Ignore and move?’

It is possible once you stop talking and start moving.

Heehee.

While he was pondering, the stray horse nudged Encred’s back. Turning around, the stray horse, its head thrusting in, held a murderous gaze. It
was murderous intent, perhaps, but also intimidating.
What had this wild horse been doing while Encred was repeating the day and slashing the Balrog?

Heehee.

I don’t know. But this horse probably wasn’t just grazing leisurely. That’s the kind of person Ock-Nun-I was.

“Yes, Indomitable. Do you have anything to say?”

Encred called him by his name, the one he’d given him after a long time. Even though he was a horse, the one-eyed creature frowned. His expression was as vivid as a human’s. It was as if he was suddenly asking, “What nonsense are you talking about?” Encred pretended not to notice and asked back. “I learned this kind of shamelessness long ago, back in the mercenary days.
” What was the name of the mercenary captain who told him this? Tom? Something like that. It seemed longer than that. It
‘s been so long that my memory is hazy.

“Yeah, why?”

Ugh.

Encrid can communicate with the One-Eyed One. However, they cannot communicate in detail or discuss strategy.
Even if the One-Eyed One flies and crawls, it cannot speak.
However, there is a race here that can read the minds of humans, giants, fairies, witches, and beasts. For the Yongin, language is an additional element.

“He’s telling me to get on his back.”
“Huh?”
“He said he’d catch it.”

Yong-in had also become interested in the wild horse that followed Encred. The horse radiated a maddening will and passion. What filled its inner self?
Yong-in meticulously read the one-eyed man’s mind.

Faster than me?

Wild horses, which run wherever they live, whether on rough fields, mountain ranges, stone roads, mud, or rocky mountains, do not tolerate anything faster than themselves.

Purr.

The one-eyed man grumbled. The determination within him was clear. Encred recognized that determination as well.
There was no luggage on the one-eyed man’s back. He hadn’t intended to, but the one-eyed man didn’t dare let anyone put any luggage on his back.
Instead, Encred shouldered the backpack and left the rest of the luggage to the group. Encred unpacked the backpack and tossed it to Fel.

“I have it.”

Then I rode on Ik-Nyun’s back. The heat was palpable the moment I got on. The dark red bruises on Ik-Nyun’s back grew darker, and his entire body was filled with heat.

“There is no horse faster than you, right?”

Encred asked. The eagle-eyed man raised both paws and answered.

Heeeeeeeee!

“right.”

Yong-in added a further explanation. Just then, a herd of centaurs fired arrows from afar.
They were poisoned bone arrows, a horde of monsters trained in human systems and tactics. A wild horse with eyes of a different color, imbued with the blood of a monster, galloped toward them, carrying a Balrog Slayer on its back.