A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 405



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405. Eyes that see an inch ahead

The will to refuse, awakened by the sword of a mad shepherd.

The will of acceleration gained through subsequent exploration of speed.

Will is a crushing sword derived from oppression.

Encred awakened Will on his own and moved forward.

And so, I naturally looked back on the path I had walked and drew the path I would walk.

It was a black heavy sword that crushed, and a black quick sword that struck at the moment.

The Will of Rejection was a method of calming one’s mind, and there was also a sword technique that was close to a counterattack technique, which was called the Snake Sword in short, even though it did not have Will, and it was said that the blade would not turn into cotton even if struck gently.

And now it is.

I saw a sword being used by a guy who cut off Mac’s blood the other day and I fought him.

It wasn’t that I fought without thinking because I was drunk on excitement. I saw everything there was to see. I also experienced it with my body.

There were also things I learned through the review.

What is the secret to the swordsmanship that cuts off pulse?

It was snow.

The bastard’s will was in his eyes.

It’s about breaking the cycle by seeing, understanding, and judging.

Therefore, it is impossible to cut off the pulse of an opponent who is superior to you. It is closer to a half-baked technique.

Encred also saw the Iron Wall technique that Lebart used before he transformed.

Absolute defense through shield and armor.

It had to be seen as a technique to tire out an opponent through a war of attrition.

What was the key to achieving that?

Physical strength that forms an iron wall? Strength that trains the center of the body to endure? Strong legs?

The most important thing was one thing.

‘Persistence.’

It’s a will that lasts.

It was probably the longest-lasting Will manifestation technique Encred had ever seen.

Iron Wall Defense is a technique that uses the power called Will to hold out at the center of the body.

Eyes and persistence.

I understood, reflected, and realized.

Here we mix in a sense of aggression. It contains a sensitivity that opens the door to the sixth sense.

In fact, what I wanted to do was to let Will seep into the sword technique of the capturing sword.

The reason why that was possible was also clear.

I’ve already experienced it. I’ve done it.

It was when I was fighting the Centaur leader who was swinging a glaive.

With his senses running wild, he was able to predict his opponent’s actions based on his countless experiences. His five developed senses allowed him to glimpse the future and dodge and strike back.

It is a moment when realization comes as experience accumulates and accumulates.

It is the moment when determination becomes will and shines to engage with reality.

Will is the moment when the intangible power manifests into reality.

Encred’s eyes scanned the opponent’s entire body. The movement of muscles, the change in fingers, the direction of feet, the difference in breathing, even the effect of the flying dust.

The five senses are going crazy. If you were a normal person, the flood of information would make your head explode.

Encrid accepted only what he needed.

This is a feat made possible by the experience of death accumulated through repetition today.

Thanks to the accumulated experience, my sense of what is necessary and what is not has developed to an unprecedented degree.

The sword flew in a thin line like a thread, but the fact that I was able to block it with difficulty means that I was able to react.

Even though it was clearly a threatening and dangerous moment, Encrid named the technique based on Will because of this situation.

Naming something is the way to properly recognize and use it.

Eyes that can see an inch ahead.

The name of a skill based on Will. Encrid foresaw his opponent’s next move.

As I said, I had a similar experience, but this time it was several times clearer and more vivid than before.

The sword, built on the basis of countless accumulated experiences, drew a line toward the future, toward tomorrow.

If it had been Ragnar, it would have been done in an instant, but Encred walked and reached it in his own way, so there was no need to envy the talents of others.

This was the decisive difference between the opponent in front of him and Encred.

Because I don’t know frustration and despair, I just forget jealousy and move forward.

Hung.

For the first time, he dodged the sword that had turned into a thread. Lebart’s sword passed through Encred’s back, cutting off part of his head.

The severed hair burst into the air and scattered.

In a short gap, Encred swung his sword with minimal movement and motion.

In reality, it was the result of reading and re-reading the opponent’s numbers over and over again.

It is a blow that is struck by poking sparks to block with the captured sword as a base, using the crushing sword and enduring.

The tip of the gladius, which had become shorter and rougher, stabbed the opponent’s chest.

Just because you’ve been turned into a monster doesn’t mean you’ll have two hearts.

Phew!

The sensation of the blade digging into my muscles was transmitted through the handle.

Encred fell back as soon as he was stabbed. Lebart’s left fist passed over the spot where Encred had been.

It was a punch that would have definitely broken something if it had hit properly.

Encred dodged by falling backwards, and while his posture was disrupted, he kicked the sword he had stabbed with the sole of his foot.

Bam! Phew!

The tip of the sword came out behind the opponent’s back.

“Ugh!”

Learbart vomited blood. Dark red blood poured down onto Encred’s face.

Encred rolled back with dripping blood, hiding the Whistle Dagger in his left hand and gripping Silver’s grip with his right.

Dark red blood dripped down his jawline. Without blinking, Encred raised his sword while standing with one knee on the ground.

My eyes were so sore that they were throbbing and my head was pounding.

My sixth sense was added to my active senses, and I was able to predict my opponent’s movements. It was natural that my head would hurt.

You can’t really use it against a real knight. But right now, your opponent isn’t a knight.

Having fought, Encred also felt it clearly.

“Fucking God.”

“Looking at the knife in my chest, Lebart said, and soon blood began to flow from my eyes.

His gaze did not reach Encred.

He looked back on his past life.

He was called a genius. He was called a hero who would raise up a family. What did he reach for as he went on and on, what did he see at the end of the road?

It was just a cliff with no end in sight.

There is only endless darkness ahead.

There was only a wall that wouldn’t allow my hand to reach it.

“Oh, you dog god.”

I resent the world.

I curse you endlessly.

Learbart pulled the iron stake out of his chest with his own hand.

Blood flowed from the hole where the sword had been pulled out.

It was a fatal wound. Absolutely no way to survive.

No, I didn’t even know if I could survive.

Lebart knew the Count’s secret. So if he went to the Count, he might be able to give him his life back.

Wasn’t this body already a chimera?

So, there was nothing wrong with trying to live here longer.

But what can you do if you live?

There was no going back now.

‘You can’t even become a knight with this?’

Even though I gave up everything just for that?

So now it was over.

His eyes turned to the one who had brought out his reality.

Once again, having arrived in a world filled with nothing but resentment, despair, and frustration, Lebart hurled curses at his opponent.

“You will be in the same situation.”

It’s like he’s desperately trying to become a knight.

“I might not be able to survive here.”

It is a curse that contains the intention to throw away.

Of course, Encred didn’t even listen. So he didn’t answer.

Learbart collapsed like a doll, falling forward from his knees.

Crimson blood flowed from the fallen body and soaked into the ground.

Encred looked at it absentmindedly and thought.

Blood, earth, death.

I still didn’t like it.

Although the battle was still ongoing, the area around Encred was quiet.

There is no cheering for victory or disappointment for defeat.

The aftermath of the fight between Encred and Lebart was too great for that.

The old commander of the royal army, who had been watching the fight between the two for a while, clenched his fist and said.

“Have you ever seen a fight between knights? I’ve just seen worse.”

The commander muttered. The adjutant nodded slightly. He agreed.

The commander felt a shiver run through his body. As he watched the battlefield, Encred’s voice rang out.

“This war ends here.”

It sounded like he was telling me not to fight anymore.

“Stop fighting, everyone. I’ll end this fucking war.”

He said it again.

If you don’t like it, just stop.

How can you stop a fight when it’s already started?

If words don’t work, try to force them to stop.

If there’s someone who tries to start a fight, just hit them in the nose.

The skill of stopping the fight between Rem, Ragnar, Saxon, and Audin was already at the level of a knight.

“What, you want me to stop fighting now?”

Since when have I been watching you?

This is what Rem says as she approaches.

It wasn’t just Rem.

“So what do we do now?”

Ragnar was there too.

“It wasn’t bad.”

There was also Saxony.

All three of them cut and sliced ​​the enemy. I came here feeling the change in Lebart.

Ragnar was relearning his craft by cutting down the hordes of shields blocking his path.

Rem was on her way back after splitting the head of a man who was swinging two hammers ferociously, and also splitting the body of one of the fairies in half.

Saxon killed all five of the hidden adjutants of the five murderers.

From the beginning, it was at a level where they were no match for each other.

The three could have intervened in Encred’s fight, but they did not.

It’s a sword that changes before your eyes. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised when I saw it.

So I didn’t interfere.

There was a clear will to change and win.

Rem, Ragnar, and Saxon were secretly amazed.

Now it was really impossible to treat him like a joke.

It was natural that the battle would not stop easily even though Encred came forward and spoke, but the battle slowly stopped around the area where he was.

“Tell them to stop fighting.”

Encred said with a deep sigh. It’s not that I’m not tired.

It’s not like I have any intention of repeating today, so I have to move on.

What can I say about Rem? I really like this kind of leader.

It was really stupid, but I really liked the arrogance and the declaration that they would end the war.

I’m not saying this because I can do it.

He said he would do it until he got it done.

It’s determination. It’s determination.

That’s why I like it.

“Anyone who fights harder will be killed by my axe! Everyone, stop!”

What Encred showed was brutal, but Rem also ran wild like a madman.

Moreover, he had the madness to destroy both friend and foe alike.

Rem revealed his madness. Everyone saw his gleaming eyes and blood-soaked axe.

It was natural for everyone to stop.

“If you want to fight more, I will fight you.”

Ragnar also comes out.

Saxony looked cleverly behind him.

I only looked at the commanders.

It was an eye that forced a choice. If you told me to kill more, I would pick and choose and kill them.

“Everything stops!”

One of the commanders shouted loudly.

There were more than a few commanders who were amazed at seeing Encred.

“Get back! Get back!”

“The unnecessary killing ends here!”

Each one speaks.

Behind me, Marcus also hit the drum.

It is a signal to stop fighting for a moment, not to retreat.

floating!

The Count’s command was not without its cripples. He knew of the existence of the Chimera Unit, and he respected the Count’s grand intentions.

‘Is this right?’

It felt like a fight to die, not a fight to win. Some felt that way. They moved and stopped the fight.

“Stop it, stop it and step back!”

Something happened that would have made even a bard feel astonished if he had seen it with his own eyes.

The fighting stopped.

Encred looked at the stopped battlefield and walked to one side.

The sky was dark. The clouds blocked the sunlight, so it wasn’t bright even though it was broad daylight.

Still, Encred’s appearance was imprinted on everyone.

Following them are Rem, Ragnar, and Saxon.

Finally, Dunbakel, who appeared from nowhere, joined in.

As we walked forward, a count with a sharp face came out to greet us.

Five guards were seen carrying swords, spears, and axes.

I saw the five and thought it was not a fifty of the rear Barth.

“That leopard bitch, she’s really talented.”

The count spoke with a smile on his face, but his forehead was bloodshot. His face was divided into two parts, the upper part looking angry and the lower part looking like he was smiling. It was clear that something was not right.

“My talent is a bit more daring. Shall I show you?”

As Encred spoke, a smile appeared on the Count’s face. The corners of his mouth went up and the teeth he showed looked strangely black.

“Do you think Learbart is everything?”

The count spoke and gestured. Even the gesture seemed somewhat uncomfortable.

It was clear what Esther had done.

At the count’s gesture, five armed guards stepped forward.

Wood crunch.

They all have muscles that grow and twist, hair grows, and their bodies change.

You couldn’t even say he was a werewolf. He was a human with a body made up of a monster’s hair and muscles, grafted onto his body.

It actually looked that way.

“You guys look disgusting.”

“Rem said, slung the axe over his shoulder.

Did Lebart say it was a complete body?

On the other hand, they seemed to be breaking down little by little.

Even if the power to imitate a knight is like that, it wouldn’t be normal for part of the face to swell and form bubbles full of bubbles.

Still, five is a lot.

Encred thought to himself that he could deal with one, but he wondered if he would be able to continue fighting after that.

Because I pushed my body to the limit while fighting Learbart.

Still, I had no intention of backing down.

“I will end the war.”

It is a declaration. It is an expression of will. Therefore, it is a visible coercion.

Encred took a step forward.

The five escorts glared at Encred with reddened eyes.

“Are you going to do it alone?”

Rem on the left.

“Both are mine.”

Ragna to the right.

“You can just sit still and watch.”

Saxon said, taking three steps to the side.

Dunbakel also clenched his teeth and stood next to Rem.

You could say it’s a precarious balance.

The count looked at them and said.

“Time is on my side.”

Is this a trick to make you nervous?

By creating a standoff, tension was running high between the two groups.

If a dry blade of grass fell, it seemed like it would start a fire.

Thud thud.

In that situation, there was a bold and calm sound of footsteps. It was behind Encred. I couldn’t turn my head, but I didn’t feel the need to either.

“Brothers and sisters, please step back for a moment.”

It was reinforcements.

A man as big as a bear approached and stood right behind Encred.

“Who harassed my fiancé?”

Moreover, he was not alone. There was another voice, thin but pleasant to hear, as well.