A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 397
Only Krnovel
397. The dawn left traces
Encred fixed Silver’s grip.
I thought at the same time.
A galloping horse, a flying spear.
The heart of the beast gave him boldness, and his single-point focus made his opponent’s movements appear to be cut off.
The keen sense of hearing and seeing naturally calculated the arrival of the opponent’s spear blade.
And then it happened.
Still, something ticked in my mind.
‘lack.’
Something was lacking.
The review was over in an instant, and I quickly figured out what needed to be fixed.
What if I had stepped forward a little bit earlier? I could have just stepped forward half a step. That would have made it easier to transfer power.
The difference in stride length will affect the transmission of power.
Encred swung his sword, re-gripped it, pulled it back, and moved as he thought.
He took a wider stride. He adjusted his posture. He swung his sword straight into the air.
hook.
There was no need to swing it quickly. You just had to feel the power being transmitted at an appropriate speed.
The blade cut through the air. It stopped exactly where it was aimed.
Conclusion, this is correct. The difference in stride made it easier to transmit power. Encrid understood this in his head and engraved it in his body.
“Aren’t you coming?”
And he raised his head.
Thousands of people gathered there. The military was gathered there and watching.
Of course, Encred did not look at the army, but only raised his head to see if the next opponent was coming.
Why aren’t you coming?
I just look at it with doubt.
It was the first battle and duel.
Those lined up at the back couldn’t see it properly, but those in the front saw it all.
Of course, I also saw the enemy on the opposite side.
It was normal for the feet not to move carelessly.
* * *
‘blow?’
Jalban’s eyebrows furrowed. He had two adjutants. The one who had stepped forward now was relatively weak, but he possessed talent that made him not easily pushed back against the squires of the Knights.
“You let your guard down? You idiot.”
Another adjutant spoke and took a step forward.
“for a moment.”
Jalban raised his hand and spoke. The adjutant grabbed the reins and stopped the horse.
Jalban judged that his opponent’s skills were not ordinary.
But it was true that my adjutant let his guard down. He wasn’t someone who could be defeated with a single blow. He was after a brief moment of hesitation.
“I’ll go. Vinyu, follow me and support me.”
Jalban was not alone, but was accompanied by an adjutant.
The key was to make it look like he was following along, assisting from a few steps away.
The special skill of the adjutant following him is throwing a javelin.
One helping hand at the right moment will suffice.
Even if someone else from the opposing camp comes out to help, the result won’t change.
It’s rare to find someone this skilled at throwing javelins.
“let’s go.”
Heehee.
Jalban rode his horse forward, followed by his adjutant.
* * *
The guild master who had been attached to Encred’s party was so shocked that he stood there with his mouth wide open. Only when two men from the opposing camp appeared did he speak.
“Wouldn’t someone from our side have to go out too?”
To Rem and Ragna.
“Wow, that’s not even close.”
Rem answered with a yawn.
Here’s what Encred has shown us over the past month.
That means there’s no need to worry.
Ragnar had brought an apple from somewhere and was chewing it intently.
He was eating so fast that he was about to eat even the seeds.
Saxon was silent. He had his arms crossed and his eyes closed. He was a man whose thoughts were unknown. That was how it seemed to the guild master.
‘No, these people.’
Aren’t there people going to the main office too?
He turned his gaze toward the main force. It was quiet. No, it was tumultuous, but it didn’t look like they were going to charge.
In fact, they also just watched.
With Inggis gone, command of the royal army fell to Marcus.
His palms were sweaty. If he lost this duel and fight now, he would lose in an all-out war as well.
If you stop the momentum, there is no answer.
The relative power is superior to that of the other party.
‘This is fucking crazy.’
That’s what I thought when I first heard the enemy main force numbers.
After that, when the level of training was such that even Marcus’s motivation was fading, Encred stepped in.
At an unexpected moment, something unexpected happens.
That was how the fight started.
It had been a long time since Marcus had seen Encred fight, so he was very surprised.
‘It was like that?’
The opponents are the five weapons raised by the Count.
Even though he was an adjutant, his skills were not ordinary.
But in one blow, his waist was cut off.
It wasn’t about luck or taking advantage of an opening. He stood straight ahead and crushed his opponent with superior strength and speed.
Marcus noticed that too.
After that, I thought about it for a while. Right now, I was in a situation that was no different from being hung on the edge of a cliff.
Or, it could be a situation where you pick a good piece of land to step on in a place where all sides are swampy.
They’re both spicy.
So, if you make just one wrong choice or move, you’re screwed. That’s the kind of caution that comes with it.
“Should I send support?”
Instead of deciding and judging on his own, he asked the knight Aesia right next to him.
“Just take a look.”
Asia thought, answering with a grumpy attitude.
‘I have to step forward.’
He went out alone and attacked the enemy without any warning, not even a word or a signal.
‘You can’t just cancel everything here and have them come at me again.’
Asia imagined herself stepping forward in front of the enemy and telling them to cancel and start over.
Of course, it was nonsense.
Above all, if Encred hadn’t come forward, we would have lost before we even started.
We had already figured out the enemy’s strength by operating a reconnaissance unit. The only thing we had missed was the level of training and armament.
The count’s estate was solid. It was like a rock.
The power difference is dizzying.
It was only natural that I would freeze for a moment upon seeing that. It’s only natural that you become like that as you gain more experience.
Then why is Encrid out there without knowing anything?
That wasn’t it either.
Encred knew everything, but he didn’t hesitate. He rushed forward alone and took charge of starting the battle.
Asia cleanly admitted defeat.
Aside from being lacking in skill, I was also lacking in spirit.
‘What a nice kid.’
Think in your mind and look with your eyes.
I saw someone coming out to fight in the distance.
He is the guy who proudly said that his dream was to become a knight and half-crushed my face.
And that is how he saved himself.
“Ah, go away. Kill them all.”
Asia muttered. The voice in her heart flowed out without her knowing it.
In the middle of the battlefield, as both armies watched, a burst of excitement erupted.
“Kkiyat!”
It is one of the five weapons.
He was a good swordsman who could handle two single-handed spears. Asia could also see him rushing towards her.
* * *
Encred saw dust floating in his eyes. He also saw the scattered drops of blood forming circles on the grass.
About ten paces ahead. The man on horseback jumped down.
The moment he set foot on the ground, the dust that rose up from under his feet looked like grains of sand.
The grass swayed in the wind. A tiddick sound was heard. It was the sound of the grass welcoming each other.
I felt the weight of the sword in my hand. And the feel and weight of the clothes and armor brushing my entire body.
‘It’s the right weight.’
I named the sword I was holding Silver. Today, I especially liked the weight of that Silver sword.
Looking at the blade, I can see that it is slightly damaged. It would be a good idea to sharpen it on a whetstone.
“You must be confident in your skills to have come this far. What is your name?”
The one who was approaching asked. Encrid did not answer. He simply enjoyed everything that was approaching based on his senses.
The wind brushes the ball. The sunlight presses down on the helmet. Ah, this is a bit of a shame.
Encrid took off his helmet.
The sun and wind felt closer than before.
The wide plains did not even have a hill to hide in, which meant it was a great place for the wind to play.
The Nauril Plains were called the Land of the Winds in ancient times.
The wind ran across the wide land without blocking my body. It was a never-ending rush.
Hooooooooooooo!
A strong wind blew from somewhere.
Jalban reflexively put strength into his feet.
Encred let go of the strength in his body. The wind flowed through him, enveloping him and then dissipating.
Jalban frowned. Didn’t the opponent’s body just float in the air? Or not? Was it an illusion?
I wanted to rub my eyes.
But on the contrary, I couldn’t take my eyes off it for even a moment.
If you lose focus even a little, your opponent’s blade will stab you in the stomach.
The one who went out first wouldn’t have been able to last more than a few rounds even if he hadn’t let his guard down. I’m sure of that when I see it up close.
‘It’s true.’
The opponent’s skill is superior to yours.
Jalban put strength into the hand holding the short spear. Veins bulged on the back of his hand.
He steeled his heart and drew the course of the battle in his mind.
‘Block the sword with your left hand.’
In the midst of his thoughts, Jalban’s gaze turned to Encred’s waist. There were two more swords. The belt that held the dagger he threw at his chest was also clearly visible.
There are three swords. You probably didn’t bring them for nothing.
Then I guess the rest of the weapons will be used like that too.
When I examined my opponent closely, I could see that he had a knife hidden in his ankle.
The opponent was left with his arms hanging open, as if he was being pushed by the wind.
‘again.’
Jalban drew the fight again from the beginning. What if he blocked the sword in his hand with his left hand and stabbed faster than anyone else with the short spear in his right hand?
‘No, not again.’
Sweat beads began to form on Jalban’s forehead. That meant he was expending a lot of energy.
He pictured the fight again.
‘Stab with your left hand. Force your opponent to defend.’
Then twist the handle of the single spear in your right hand. Let’s do that. Let’s use all the numbers you prepared. That’s right.
My eyes stung. It felt like I was locked in a prison where I wasn’t even allowed to blink. Nevertheless, Zhalban skillfully endured the pressure. He was also a warrior who had crossed the river of death countless times.
I’ve experienced this level of pressure countless times.
‘Kill.’
When I move, my subordinates, like my hands and feet, will throw javelins.
‘I can’t stop that either.’
A javelin flying out of sight during a fight. And it was from a friend with first-class skill.
The adjutant fought as well as any squire.
If we only look at his javelin throwing skills, he could be called a semi-knight.
The sweat dripped down to the ground.
The opponent blinked once. Jalban flinched and shook his shoulders.
That kid? He’s concentrating and concentrating so hard that he’s not getting anywhere, but he’s still taking his time? He’s blinking? I almost got kicked out in an instant.
‘Hwansal?’
Is it a deception? It is a deception. The moment he decided, Jalban pushed his feet forward, which were stuck to the ground.
I started to gradually reduce the distance by ten steps. It was a cautious approach.
Encred saw the approaching opponent and beyond.
Each and every one of them looks exactly the same. The feel of it on the body is also the same.
However, suddenly my vision opened up and I could see things around me.
First, there’s the guy who’s slowly moving to the side behind me.
If you’re not careful, you’ll get in the way. The spear stuck in the back was an eyesore.
I can see some guys coming towards me naturally. It was frustrating to see them coming one by one.
It’s a thought that comes to mind at the same time.
‘If I lose here, it will be a huge blow.’
I thought I knew the outcome.
The opponent’s power is superior. They are inferior in numbers and level of training.
The count prepared well.
Still, I thought it would be okay.
The war on the continent is decided by a small number of elites. The power of the knights changed the appearance of the battlefield.
The first knight changed the meaning of the word knight, which was an ancient title.
The knight changed the form of the battlefield.
Encred was also there because he wanted to change something.
‘Change.’
Why did you want to become a journalist?
‘Save and protect.’
Fight for what you believe is right and protect those behind you.
As soon as I picked up the sword, I wanted to live like that.
The bard’s lyrics were engraved in my heart and became a milestone in my life.
It was like that, walking and walking.
The dawn left traces on the faded and torn dream.
Encred walked forward with brisk strides, ignoring his opponent’s steps.
He walked away, kicking the ground with a thud, looking like he was half running.
It didn’t seem like anything was moving particularly quickly.
As I walked, swinging my arm holding the sword, the sword also swayed.
The moment the distance between them narrowed to within five steps, Jalban kicked the ground.
“Kkiyot!”
He thrust out the spear in his left hand.
Encred grabbed the silver and twisted his wrist, blocking it diagonally in front of his chest.
Just because you hit it gently doesn’t mean the blade will turn into a ball of cotton.
The moment the blade touches the tip of the spear, power flows out. The sword flows out the power of the spear.
I saw his eyes. Brown eyes, bloodshot. Are you feeling a little dry today? Why are his eyes like that?
Random thoughts come into my mind. The opponent raises his right hand and stabs me.
It doesn’t reach. Still, it pretends to stab forward.
pop!
The tip of the single-barreled projectile was fired with a loud noise. It was a specially designed weapon.
Instead of throwing away the flowing sword, Encred pulled it back.
Tta-dang!
It’s a long explanation, but it was a really short moment.
Jalban stabbed with his left hand and shot the short spear with his right hand, and two metallic sounds rang out.
Immediately afterwards, a single bang followed.
puck!
Encred blocked twice and swung once, all with just the sword in his right hand.
Encred’s third slash struck his opponent’s chest.
Zalban wore several layers of leather and thick undergarments that doubled as armor, but Encred’s sword cut through all of it, leaving marks on his flesh and muscles.
It was exactly the heart area.
The bloodshot eyes of the opponent became more bulgy.
“Coolook!”
He was stabbed, spitting out blood, staggered back a few steps, and then fell, hitting the floor with his knees first.
“Ugh!”
The man behind him then threw his javelin. The javelin flew towards Encred and aimed for his face.
The pressure of the air hit my face first.
Encred brought down his sword.
earth!
The javelin was caught in the sword’s path and bounced to the side, rolling along the ground.
The adjutant’s hand stopped as he was about to throw the second javelin.
It was obvious that throwing it again wouldn’t produce a different result, so my body froze involuntarily.
As a result, Encred swung his right-handed sword for the fourth time, ending the fight.
I saw the ground approaching my eyes. The world turned red. And I thought.
‘There was a difference in skill from the beginning.’
The opponent’s level was different. He successfully blocked two of his attacks, one of which was a spear that was fired unexpectedly by the opponent.
How did this happen?
The reason was simple.
He swung his sword faster and more accurately than I could. The build-up was different.
The conclusion of the discussion was this.
Encred swung his sword into the air.
Until then, the guy who threw the javelin couldn’t attack or run away.
He just rolled his eyes.
“Aren’t you going to attack?”
Encred looked at him and asked calmly and indifferently. It was not like she was urging him or scolding him, but rather just asking for his opinion.
A strange atmosphere arises, and the master of the spear changes his mind and strengthens his hand holding the spear shaft.
“That crazy guy!”
One of the enemy soldiers, who was more impatient, ran forward again, grabbing the reins.
Doo doo doo doo doo!
The guy who seemed like he was going to charge at me let go of the reins after only twenty steps. Then he lifted his short bow from his horse and pulled the string. I, too, was amazed at his skill.
Being a mounted archer is not a common feat.
An arrow shot while closing the distance would be as fast as a ray of light.
Encred shook his left hand as he watched his opponent run towards him and shoot arrows.
It was natural that the will of the moment was included.
He accelerated the action of drawing the sword, holding it, and throwing it.
Hung, ssung.
The sword and arrow cross each other’s paths.
puck!
It’s accompanied by a cheerful noise.
The man who had drawn his bow from twenty paces away was struck in the chest with a sword as soon as he shot, and his body rose up behind his horse for a moment.
It was a sight created by the sword thrown by Encred.
The gladius flew straight and struck the opponent’s chest.
Encrid saw the incoming arrows as dots, but they were within the range of his perception. He had nothing to fear, so it was natural for him to roll to the side and dodge as soon as he threw his gladius.
Bam!
The arrow hit the ground. Beyond it, the horse carrying the archer lost its master and ran to one side.
Dagdak! Dagdak! Dagdak!
Heeeeeeeeeing!
The horse cried for a long time. It may have known that its master was dead.
The man who was hit in the chest flew backwards and rolled on the ground, and the blood that flowed out from him soaked the grass.
Encred walked over and drew his gladius.
There was a cracking sound as the corpse’s ribs cracked and broke.
But what if today was the only day given to deal with that guy who broke the chain?
Encred seemed to be able to prove it here.
Instead of three todays, we condensed all of that into one month.
Encrid felt noticeably lighter today.