Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 872

872. Crazy and stuck

‘You wicked savage.’

Ragnar complained. Encrid consulted with Luagarne before taking to the skies, and they settled on a simple course of action.

“Do whatever you want, but make sure at least one person stays with Krang.”

It was an order. Therefore, if someone left their post, someone else had to guard it.
Ragnar was a step behind Rem. The barbarian left as soon as the leader flew. Fel and Lawford, including the water spirits, followed behind.
They were all faster than Ragnar.
The others left before Rem. Luagarne led the charge.
She spoke just before Encred climbed onto the unicorn.

“It’s time to pay the price again, Temares.”
“I understand you meant that my powers were necessary to remain here.”

Temares stared intently at Encrid flying in the sky and said.

“Rectum Est!”

Luagarne also spoke some ancient languages. It was a word meaning “correct answer,” a correct and proper response. Temares, a dragon from the olden days, was still more comfortable with the ancient language. This was because he had lived since before the empire unified the continent’s languages. Temares, who understood the ancient language, nodded. He
seemed unwilling to listen no matter what he did, but surprisingly, he readily complied with his requests. If there was any charm to the dragon, it was charm.
Of course, all of this was part of his efforts to remain by Encred’s side.
Luagarne, recognizing this principle, persuaded the dragon and pushed him into the allied camp. More precisely, to the side of Audin and Teresa. While Audin and Teresa were emitting divine power, they were half-defended.
Humans were replacing the sacred relics.
If the sacred city of Legion had witnessed this, there would have been countless people weeping and praying, calling it a divine miracle. Even Noah, now the Pope of Legion, would have been wide-eyed in shock at the sight of this.
This is why the entire Wandering Priesthood prayed in unison and shed tears.
For this reason, only Ragnar and Luagarne remained by the king’s side. With Prok busy surveying the battlefield, Ragnar was left alone to act as Encred’s desired escort.
He watched the fighting men and even glanced at the flying captain. He was feeling a bit lethargic. The enemy was far away, allies were close, and there was no perceived threat. It
was the perfect time to let down one’s guard.
It was in this context that Galuto of the Amethyst Knights attempted assassination by sending a griffon.

“Is that necessary?”

Just before the fight broke out, Elma, revealing her belligerence, asked Galuto a question, to which Galuto readily gave an answer.

“This is a chance to end the fight easily. There’s no reason to miss it.”

They don’t have to kill him. Even if they manage to mortally wound the knight named Cypress, they’ll have gained a huge advantage.
The same goes for the commander. They’re already exhausted, fatigued, and wavering.
A successful ambush would quickly destroy their spirits. Galuto understood the nature of an army’s downfall.
He dispatched a group of gnolls, harassing the monster tamers to conceal their presence.
Not all monsters are tamed by tamers. They only tame and use a select few. These five gnolls were precious, difficult to tame again. He cherished them so much.

“Send it.”

The knight’s command was a cold blade. A blade that would decapitate the trainer if he failed.

‘Fuck.’

The trainer suppressed his irritation and followed the order. Five
gnolls had set out. They read the wind direction to find a location facing the wind. They then made a large detour around the battlefield and approached their target.
They were creatures brimming with hunting talent. Naturally, they lived within the demonic realm, claiming to be hunters under the god they worshipped.
While all the soldiers cheered toward the sky and the front, they exploited the moment of their attack. They knew how to exploit moments of letdown. For a monster, they had learned a great deal about human strategy.
In a way, Galuto’s intentions were half right. Originally, they had hoped for the gnolls to infiltrate during the confusion caused by the griffon and the main force’s numbers.
The circumstances were reversed, but the result was similar.
Now, the Naurilia army, drunk on victory, had opened up an opening. The striped creatures had their claws raised.

months.

Ragna stared blankly ahead, internally cursing Rem, then turned his head. It was a presence he’d felt before. Hadn’t he been at a loss for words because of the monster that had been stalking him from behind?
His reaction wasn’t bad.

‘Not just one.’

Their skill at concealing their presence was extraordinary. They were even more skilled than the monsters that had attacked him before. The moment he recognized them, he grasped the Grip of Sunrise.
The next person to sense the ominousness after Ragnar was the leader of the Royal Guard.
No matter how the situation unfolded, he never took his eyes off the king, never lost his focus. The words of Marquis Marcus before he left had shaped him into this.

“You must understand the significance of the King’s direct intervention. If you cannot protect it, no one can.”

Neither Encred of the Mad Knights nor Cypress of the Red Mantle are the king’s guard. The owner of the dark gray helmet hasn’t forgotten that.

‘I’m the escort.’

He would throw himself at anything, and he must not be excited or startled by anything. He
adhered to his self-imposed rules, so even as he watched the winds of battle shift, he never drew a single breath. He
was a master of composure, perhaps.
Even though he wasn’t a knight, he was the second to Ragnar in reading the situation. And before either of them, Cypress opened his mouth.

“Lien.”

He spoke, pulling his granddaughter with his left hand and pushing her towards his chest. The enemy is behind. Whatever comes from behind won’t let it cross my back, so this is the safest place.
Aurelia didn’t flinch, but surrendered herself to the touch of her grandfather and master. This had happened so many times before, she was used to it.
Lien, the knight in the red cloak whose name had been called, was now standing between the two gnolls that had swarmed her. Ragna didn’t even notice how or when he moved .
He placed his hands on the shoulders of the two monsters, almost as if he were putting an arm around their shoulders.

“Are you busy? Even if you are, let’s talk for a moment.”

Ragnar and the head of the Royal Guard merely “reacted.” Cyprus had already taken action, and as a result, the knight named Lien was left in the middle of the action.

Krruk!

When the two players tried to swing their hands while holding each other’s shoulders, Lien was the first to apply force to both hands.

Wood thud.

His brute strength rivaled that of Audin or Rem. He broke Nol’s shoulder blade.
Muscles bulged beyond the leather armor he was wrapped in. His forearms grew thick enough to be discernible.

Kaaaaah!

Noli screamed. Lien shattered the shoulder blades of two monsters, then pulled his hand away and swung his fists left and right.

Boom!

At the same time, both outstretched hands shattered the Nol’s skull. Every movement flowed naturally, at a moderate pace.
Faster than the enemy, but not too fast.
The knight named Lien wore thin iron armor. He also wore iron greaves on his shins.
Other than that, he favored thin leather armor. He still wore this outfit. This was his basic armament.
After crushing the skulls of two Nol, he approached the third.
He crouched down, almost touching the ground, and stalked like a snake. The monster aimed his left hand downward and stabbed. Lien dodged, twisting his spine at an unusual angle. He felt like a mollusk. He held the Nol’s knee and hugged it.
It was like a snake catching its prey.
The caught knee twisted in the opposite direction. Crunch!

Kaaaak!

While Nol’s screams rang out, Lien climbed up the monster’s body again, raised her palm to strike its chin, and wrapped her right arm around Nol’s side, starting from the back, while placing her left hand on the monster’s right hip. Then, applying strength to both of her hands, she twisted the opponent’s spine with a pushing motion.

Crunch, crunch.

A bone-crunching noise rings out.

Kaaaak!

At the same time, the Nol’s scream erupted again.
Ragna saw this and swung Sunrise. Seizing the opportunity, he aimed at the one lying flat on its stomach, holding its breath. Sunrise sliced ​​the Nol’s head.
Without even looking, the Nol’s skull was split vertically.
Inggis was in charge of the other. He had his usual indifferent expression. The Nol thrust with his claws, and he parried them with a slash, separating the upper and lower bodies of the attacking creature.
Strength, speed, and technique were all three mastered. A properly trained genius of the Knights had no particular specialty. But that was okay.
It was a brilliant strike, combining offense and defense.
Still, Ragna’s gaze was fixed on Lien. He was the more impressive one.

‘Ailkaraz style martial arts.’

I’ve seen and mastered various techniques while competing with Encred. This is one of them. It was said to be the specialty of a scout leader named Finn.
Even if it was just for a moment, I got a glimpse of Lien’s skills. Is he easy? Not at all. He was a skilled opponent whose victory was difficult to predict.

“Is this an ambush?”

Krang was indifferent. He didn’t know if he was after himself or something else, but if he was going to freak out over something like this, he wouldn’t have come this far.

“The fight is coming to an end.”

Krang spoke and took a step forward. Ragna put the Sunrise he had swung back into its scabbard and asked Cypress.

“How did you know first?”

His tone was impudent. He was a knight, a nobleman, someone worthy of respect for his accomplishments.
The Knights of the Red Cloak, especially Ferdinand, who held their Master in utter respect, frowned briefly before letting it go. Since
my Master responded without any hesitation, there was no reason to step forward.

“Can I ask you to tell me your secret like that?”

Cyprus took the words deftly. Ragnar thought for a moment before answering.

“That won’t work.”
“But why are you asking?”

Curiosity flickered in Cypress’s eyes. Purely for talent, this man stood out.
Ragna Zaun.
A genius from the northern Zaun family. In terms of swordsmanship alone, he possessed a level of talent unlike anything I’d ever seen before. He hinted at lethargy and laziness, but he possessed the talent to compensate.

“The captain answers whenever I ask him a question, so it’s become a habit.”

Cyprus found that very interesting.

‘Ask me anything and I’ll answer?’

It means that they are used to teaching and learning each other’s skills without holding back.

“Even if we’re rivals and have a sense of competition? Even if our relationship is bad?”

They probably wouldn’t have taught each other their skills so kindly. Just looking at them, you can tell. It’s the insight he’s had from leading the Knights for so many years. He knows they’re not so soft-hearted. And yet, he says something like that.

‘There must be someone who holds the central axis.’

Encred was a madman. He learned from everyone, and he taught everyone what he learned. He repeated it
countless times, endlessly, tirelessly.
Haven’t you seen him train before a fight? It was a training that went beyond sincerity, revealing a venomous ferocity, a madness.

‘There are others who would have also shown off their skills without hiding them.’

They don’t need to be taught; they can simply observe, roughly understand, and study the principles on their own.
That’s what they did all along. That’s why they’re getting such results on the battlefield today.

‘It’s so crazy that it’s stagnant.’

Even though they weren’t enemies, they influenced each other and grew together.
Aren’t they terrifyingly scary?
The Knights of the Red Cloak were taught by their Master, so even if they were competitive with each other, it wasn’t to that degree. The two knights had different methods.

‘That’s interesting.’

It was a light sentiment.
Cypress didn’t reveal his innermost thoughts. He was adept at hiding his true feelings. He didn’t lead the Knights for so long without reason. Temares had said he was a man of unreadable minds.
He answered the question. He was joking when he said it was a secret he’d been saving.

“Experience. I’ve been fighting the South for decades. I predicted their actions.”

Simply predicting wouldn’t allow for a response like before. However, the basic idea was correct.
Cypress had grasped some of the Southerners’ behavioral patterns. Based on that, he anticipated their actions, and so he waited with his senses sharpened.
This, too, was a skill bordering on acrobatics. Ragna nodded twice.
From the outside, it looked like a quick cut would knock him down.

‘He’s not an easy opponent.’

Ragna looked at Cypress and thought, “He’s so
sinister that he can fool his intuition, so he’s just hiding his true abilities.”

“I’ll go first.”

Krang said. He stepped forward without even glancing at the dead Nol. The battlefield was over, but the air was still hot.

“Oh!”

The soldiers’ cheers were laced with murderous intent. Wasn’t it time to repay the beatings they’d endured?
Krang’s eyes still caught sight of Fel, who had been repeatedly demonstrating his skill in dodging arrows before him.

“Pfft, shoot some more. Shoot some more.”

Not only arrows, but also javelins, and some soldiers even threw their shields. Pell blocked and dodged them all.
His actions mercilessly eroded the enemy’s morale, crushing them and crushing them.