Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 854

854. Sympathy

The thrill of speed and excitement soared. It was a thrill, perhaps a tingling sensation. For a moment, I forgot everything and became completely absorbed.

‘It’s fun.’

Having cut down the first enemy, Icicles effortlessly performed a move that a normal horseman would never dare attempt. He
caught the wind with his left wing, then used the momentum to angle his body to the right. Simultaneously, he kicked the ground with his left hind leg.
Every movement was as skillful as Rem’s axe throw.
Encred shifted his center of gravity in sync with Icicles’s. Their hands and feet worked seamlessly together. Wasn’t the rider’s assistance the perfect complement to a horseman?
Thus, the two of them, united in one mind, changed direction. While the first strike had been a blade that sliced ​​through the enemy’s head, this time it was a spear that sliced ​​through the center.
Dawn in his right hand, Pennada in his left. He finally held his twin swords in his hands for the first time in a long while.
The beasts gaped. What were they shouting?
He couldn’t hear them. Encred charged, the muscles in his forearms twitching and bulging. Icicles ran faster than even a knight. If you let go of even a little strength, both arms will break like rotten tree branches.

‘So there are some fun things too.’

He gathered information from his surroundings with a languid thought. He then plunged into the midst of the monsters. The swords he held in both hands sliced, slashed, tore, and ruptured everything he encountered.

* * *

Whew.

Rem whistled. It was a fight unlike anything you’d ever seen before.

“Did you grow wings?”

Lawford exclaimed in surprise at the sight of the lopsided eye. The others were similarly surprised, but their surprise was short-lived.
The scene then unfolded, with Encred and the Inmaul fighting.
Ragnar opened his sleepy eyes. As always, Audin called out to him with a faint smile on his face.

“Bless and bless again.”

Teresa muttered, melody etched in her voice. She remembered the knight of God speaking in the temple.
A knight riding a divinely given horse galloped before an army of demons.

Boom! Boom!

With each explosion of noise, black blood and “centaur fragments” flew into the sky.
Every time Encred ran, or rather, where the stray eyes ran, the air tore, sending a circular shockwave.
Even from a considerable distance away, the sound of the air tearing repeatedly reached their ears.

“I’m excited.”

Temares said.
I can’t read your mind because we’re far apart, but I can tell this much just by looking at you.

“Doesn’t it look dizzying?”

Fel muttered. He put himself in Encred’s place. Can he move properly if he runs like that? What does it take to swing, stab, and break through like that?

‘You also have to be quick to make snap judgments.’

Your body must be strong.
You must also utilize all five senses to perceive and receive information about your surroundings in real time.

‘High-speed accident.’

He’s also equipped with a Feldo. He’s a knight too. But what if he were to do it like Encred?

“……Effort is the only answer.”

Fel muttered. His honest feelings spilled out without him knowing. Lawford was also impressed by the same scene. His perspective was different from Fel’s. He didn’t put himself in Encred’s shoes. Instead, he portrayed the situation from above.

‘If you don’t need to hit the weak spot, just hit the center.’

If you have enough power, that’s fine. From a strategic standpoint, yes.

‘No, you don’t have to be that extreme. Just dig into the right spots.’

Encred dashed through the center of the centaur herd and struck the head of the largest centaur at the forefront. It fought back, pulling out something long and swinging.
It was too far away to see clearly, but the result was visible. Encred sprinted forward, and another monster exploded.

‘If it weren’t for the engraved weapon, the sword wouldn’t have withstood it.’

Lawford saw it that way.
He’d feel that much recoil when swinging his sword. That’s only natural when swinging while running like that. Even just charging a lance, if the point of impact is off, the attacker’s arm or ribs are often broken. Of course, a knight possessing inhuman strength would be a different story.

“As expected, you should train your body regularly.”

Audin muttered.
Couldn’t he have seen what Lawford had seen? He felt a sense of pride in having given Encred what he possessed.

“It’s been a long time, from the heart of the beast until now.”

Rem added, crossing his arms. He felt a similar sense of pride as the bear, but he also saw himself as the one who had contributed most to the captain’s abilities.

“If I hadn’t been able to focus, I would have fallen off the horse.”

Ragna also spoke. He fiddled with the grip of his sword.
Though their eyes didn’t meet, the three of them shifted their momentum. Their fighting spirits exchanged.

“All three insist they’re right. If the other two try to mess with them, they’re ready to give them a good beating. It seems all three of them are on the same page.”

Yong-in added his commentary. His words made the three of them even more fierce.

“What’s the deal? Huh?”
“Comparing you to me is rude. Learn some manners. Yong-in.”
“Brother Lizard, the Lord wants to speak with you.”

Yong-in nodded. All he could say was, “I see.” He had no fighting spirit. No jealousy. He was a race that rarely showed emotion.
Therefore, he simply accepted the murderous intent from those three with aplomb.
Luagarne, who had tried to stop him, said nothing. She simply rolled her eyes. Whether they fought or not, now was the time to observe Encred’s actions. Nothing else mattered to her at the moment.

“indeed.”

Sinar added only a small exclamation of admiration. She rarely joked without Encred. Naturally, she didn’t care whether the three of them fought or not. The same goes for Yongin’s words. Isn’t this the time to appreciate it? So, one Frock and one Fairy became onlookers.
Dunbakel was one of the most astonished at the sight of the wings. She was banished from her village, but she spent her childhood in the world of the beastmen.

‘If the blood of a demon mixes with another, it becomes a demon beast.’

If touched by the hand of God, it becomes a divine beast.

“Child of Krimhalt.”

Krimhalt is the god of the beastmen. He symbolizes struggle and reproduction, and he helps all things to come to life.
Therefore, some scholars, both human and otherwise, refer to Krimhalt as the god of spring, but for the beastmen, he is the only god, so such a term holds no meaning. He
oversees the four seasons, the sky and the earth, the rising sun and the moon illuminating the night—all are aspects of Krimhalt.
A divine beast is a child who inherits the divinity sown by Krimhalt. According to her knowledge of beastmen, this is true. Furthermore, divine beasts are a legend. This was the first time she had seen one in person.

“You have the blood of Pegasus, the flying horse.”

Yongin spoke to the three who hadn’t drawn their weapons. He had lived so disconnected from the present that it felt like he’d leaped straight from the past.
On the continent, beings that only appeared in legends weren’t so unfamiliar to Yongin.
He’d even been around them once.
Of course, it was his first time seeing them suddenly sprout wings. A normal pegasus would have had wings since childhood.
With a “pop-pop” sound, the entire herd of centaurs were torn apart and blown away, and it didn’t take long for the fight to end.
One of them tried to escape, but Odd-Eyed broke free and sprinted, half-flying. His wings
caught the wind in midair, and he performed a feat similar to gliding. He leaped and swooped down from above.
Encred slashed the last remaining centaur’s head diagonally through the air.
Left alone, they would have run rampant across this land like a festering wound.
While not a natural enemy, they were a difficult opponent for the party to catch. But a single horse and a single knight took them out.
One-Eyed folded its wings, and Encred returned atop them. Pink vapor rose from One-Eyed’s back. The heat radiating from his body caused sweat and blood to evaporate. Encred felt the same way. He, too, spoke, steam rising from his body.

“It’s too fast.”

And then he said again:

“It was that much fun.”

It was a speed difficult to experience with a human body. Frankly, it would have been a struggle even for a knight of average skill.
He managed to swing his sword.
Encred muttered to himself.

‘How did you do it?’

I was half-drunk and just did it. Of course, it was the experience and training I’d accumulated over the years that made it possible. I knew that.

Heehee.

The squirrel shook its body from side to side. It sounded like a call for it to come down. Encred tapped the squirrel’s head with his left hand, then, resting his hand on his back, rolled to the side.
His thighs trembled. He exerted too much strength to keep from falling. He had trained himself to endure.

‘Or I would have fallen out long ago.’

Purr.

The wild horse’s excitement remained undiminished. He had endured the pain from the lump on his back for so long. Having overcome the demon’s blood
, the wild horse felt liberated. The world felt like his own, and he felt full of strength to do anything. The clogged waterway had been cleared, and the intricate knot had been untied.

“Run more?”

Before Yong-in could even speak, Encred read his mind. They had been in a deep connection before, but now it felt like they were truly connecting.
The one-eyed man looked at Encred. Their eyes met. Their eyes were different shades of red and blue.

“Do whatever you want. I won’t stop you.”

Encred didn’t treat One-Eyed like a beast. This horse was a friend and a member of the knights. One-Eyed kicked the ground with excitement.
With a thud, he dashed off to one side. He picked up speed as he ran, becoming a single line that crossed the horizon. The winged horse soared into the sun-drenched sky, propelled by its speed.
“Flutter,” he thought he heard a sound. In reality, the distance was too great to hear.
One-Eyed soared into the sky. Encred had experienced a brief moment of flight while riding atop it, but it was still a strange sight. One-Eyed had already become a dot, vanishing from sight.

“That’s fun.”

Rem concluded the situation with a single word.
Temares and Dunbakel were babbling to Encred about being Krimhalt’s child, being blessed, and being Pegasus. Encred responded plainly.

“A person with one eye is a person with one eye.”

Yong-in became more interested in this man.

“Is it okay if I disappear like that?”
“I think I’ll come back, but if that’s what you wanted.”

Don’t stop. This applies to everyone. As expected
, it’s an impressive answer. A normal person wouldn’t act like that. Yong-in knows this.

“It’s like you’re saying that even if you go west, you won’t be found again.”

Ragnar said.

“You are the one who can go to Jawoon Street and cry in your mother’s arms.”

Of course, Rem didn’t give up and accepted it.

“Why don’t you return to the Knights of the Red Cloak? While you’re at it, you’re going south.”

“You must have learned from those two,”
Pell tripped over Lawford. Lawford stroked his horse’s mane and replied.

“I can’t hear you very well, since you’re just a country bumpkin herding sheep in the wilderness.”
“……Country bumpkin? Who?”

At one point, Pell had a verbal advantage over Lawford. Now Lawford had the upper hand. Things can change.
The atmosphere between them was secretly heated. Let’s find out why.

“You showed me something interesting, Enki.”

Luagarne’s muttering was the answer. The fighting Encred had shown had inflamed their blood. The only ones who remained calm were the dragons, fairies, and the prog.
The group continued forward. They exchanged harsh words, but did not join hands.

“let’s go.”

The brief incident was over. Those traveling through this land would easily encounter monsters.
Because of the Border Guard’s safety measures, such encounters felt rare in this area.
A day passed, and dark clouds began to gather overhead. The one-eyed man hadn’t returned, and whether it was because of something Encred had shown him or simply his nature, everyone’s blood was still raw.
As if to speak for that unquenched blood, Dunbakel spoke.

“I wish monsters would just pour out from somewhere.”

Compared to the East, the continent is peaceful. Furthermore, thanks to the Border Guard’s influence, even monsters and bandits have decreased.
Perhaps the gods have granted her wish.

“In the West, they say that words become seeds.”

Rem, who was already feeling a bit under the weather after arguing with Ragna all morning, heard those words. He, too, was bored.

“Why is the word a seed?”

Dunbakel asked back.

“There’s a saying. You stupid Suin.”

Rem pulled out her axe. A horde of monsters charged ahead. What were the main ones?
Human-faced dogs. Between them, a pack of wolves appeared, but these were no ordinary beasts.

“It’s big.”

Ragnar dismounted and spoke. For a moment, I considered charging my horse like a sledgehammer, but that would be a death sentence for the horse. So, I couldn’t do that.

“It’s not a demon, it’s a monster. It’s a dire wolf.”

Luagarne spoke. She had extensive experience dealing with demons and beasts. Yongin didn’t join the fight, but remained an observer. Encred also paused beside her, seemingly lost in thought.

“Fiance. You seem to be very thoughtful.”

Thanks to the sudden flight of the eagle, the two were riding on the same horse, with Shinar in front.
Shinar, sitting in front, sensed Encred’s distress. She was a fairy, and, if anything, the most sensitive of her kind.

“That sword.”

He didn’t pay attention to the oncoming monsters, as they were nothing
more than background. The blood-reddened creatures simply rushed forward, seemingly ready to meet him.
Encred looked at Shinar’s right waistband and spoke.

“How much did you spend?”

Sinar stroked the scabbard of her age. To her, the sword was a close friend. It had never betrayed her in her life, and it never will.

“It’s been over four hundred years.”

Shinar remembered the day he first received the sword and realized his slip of the tongue.

“It’s not four hundred, it’s forty years.”

Even if it’s been over forty years, it’s not a lie. Because it’s been “over” forty years. Whether it
‘s four hundred and forty or fifty, there’s no lie in saying it’s been over forty years.
Encred listened to Shinar’s slip of the tongue and let it slide.

‘consensus.’

He was lost in thought. His connection with the one-eyed man was troubling him. Encred placed his hand on the dawn grip.
The engraved weapon was part of the knight. Therefore, even though it was a lifeless lump of metal, they communicated with each other.

“It’s been over forty years, fiancé. I correct myself. Forget what I said before.”

Next to him, Shinar again made his point.