A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 410



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410. Should have fallen

Dean Molsen, the name of the count.

Dean was gifted with extraordinary talent from a young age.

“I have a talent for sensing magic.”

“You’re really good at swordsmanship.”

“You are smart enough to work as an administrator in the capital.”

Exceptional talent, a supportive family, and a great teacher.

That’s how Dean grew up.

There was no lack. His world had magic, a father and a mother, and very little went wrong.

The world was indeed an easy place for a young man of exceptional talent.

My twenties are over.

My thirties have passed.

He killed two uncles who were greedy for the position of head of the household.

Dean did it with his sword, not magic.

It wasn’t a big deal, but my father was impressed.

“He’s my son, but he’s really amazing.”

Afterwards, Dean found out that taking a human life was also very easy.

I think I was around thirty years old.

He inherited the position of head of the household.

His father used to look at him with a look of fear.

why?

It was after I started getting involved in the family’s big and small affairs that I realized that if I thought about it a little, my father would often make bad choices.

He fixed it behind the scenes. He threw out his words in front. Sometimes he showed something similar to contempt.

The eyes that looked at me with admiration at first gradually changed.

And that’s when Dean directly contradicted his father’s decision.

Dean knew he was right, but his father yelled at him.

“For the sake of the nobles’ prestige!”

It was a poor excuse. It was an excuse. Should I have been fooled knowingly? Dean didn’t do that.

“It’s ugly.”

At those emotionless words, my father gave up on his family.

My mother was not an affectionate person to begin with.

Dean became the head of the household, and a few years later his parents fell into a great debt to Krona due to the trickery of a neighboring estate.

My mother was a gambler and my father was an alcoholic.

Although this would normally be overlooked by a nobleman, the neighboring lord did not do so.

He drove his father to the edge of a cliff and his father hung himself.

His mother followed him.

‘Was I too indifferent?’

But, isn’t there a rule that says you have to be unconditionally attached to your parents?

But shouldn’t we get revenge?

I decided to do that.

Just half a year was enough.

“Forgive me.”

The neighboring lord knelt down, but Dean struck his neck.

It was revenge without any sense of exhilaration.

The Molsen Counts, who had been a modest family until then, began to grow.

Exactly three years had passed since then.

Dean saw people gathering in his eyes.

The Count’s power and authority were expanding like never before because of what he did.

That’s the question that arises.

‘Why am I stuck here?’

I had a question, and the moment I had a question, the answer came. There was no reason for that.

A bird must come out of an egg to fly.

Dean decided to expand his world a little bit. Out of the egg and into a wider world.

‘throne.’

It was the moment when my lust for power was awakened. Since everything in the world was easy, I thought that this would be easy too.

It was a series of easy tasks until someone came out of the blue and blocked my path.

* * *

“well.”

Encred answered absentmindedly when asked, “How?” His arms were shaking, but he could still move them. That was fine.

“her.”

The count sighed.

He saw those standing behind Encred.

The soldier of barbarian origins rests his axe head on one shoulder and stares blankly.

The free-eyed inspector, holding a sword broken in half, was wiping the blood off his head.

The large soldier standing right next to me was tending to my twisted arm with a gentle smile.

It’s the sight of a smiling face as if it’s not even painful, as if the bones are being aligned.

Finally, he saw the assassin who had been targeting him before he summoned the ghost.

The man was holding a short stiletto in his right hand.

The look on his face seemed to be asking if he was ready to die.

The count raised one hand and rested it on his chin, then looked around once more.

Aren’t they really some unthinkable guys?

If all else fails and I die, I thought I’d die surrounded by three knights.

Because of that, I thought Naurilia would also perish.

This was unexpected.

The embarrassment was only for a moment, and the emptiness that the embarrassment left behind made me laugh.

The count laughed and asked,

“Isn’t it natural that those with ability should stand in the highest places?”

The question is, why are you blocking my way?

“That’s why I came.”

Encred answered.

At those words, the Count wanted to grab Encred’s tongue and stretch it out as he answered.

That kid always seems to cut his words short.

I was curious to see what would happen if I stretched my tongue with force.

“Yeah, I guess it’s something that can’t be said in words anyway.”

The count spoke and extended his hand.

Following the hand, black soot gathered in the air and soon transformed into a bird shape and flew towards me.

The explanation is long, but as soon as I raised my hand, it was like a bird appeared and flew over.

If Esther were here, she would have known that it was one of the summoning spells called ‘Charnel’s Life-Draining Raven’, but no one present knew the name of the spell.

Instead of knowing the order, they reacted. As a black bird flew in front of Encred, a dagger flew towards the bird and struck it.

pop!

The bird exploded in midair. The flying dagger also broke into three pieces and bounced left and right.

The count frowned.

‘Artifact?’

No. What crazy sorcerer would engrave such a spell on a dagger he throws?

This is beyond wasteful, it’s crazy.

It was a scroll wrapped around a dagger and thrown.

It was a unique technique. The one who threw it was, of course, Saxon. He had several similar daggers in his hand.

“I am the one sitting on the throne.”

The Count was firm even in this situation. It was natural that he would not just give in even if he had pierced the ghost.

The Count continued to cast other spells while sending forth the life-stealing crows of Charner.

Following the order, a red lump appeared in the air and became a living, moving sword.

They flew by themselves and aimed for Encrid.

A bear-like figure blocked his path.

“Oh, poor soul who cannot even go to the Lord.”

He hummed and moved his hands and feet. The crimson sword, struck by his quick hand movements and footwork that were disproportionate to his size, burst into the air.

‘These.’

The Count restored some of the ghosts.

Several groups of ghost soldiers targeting the soldiers collapsed to the ground and disappeared.

It disappeared into the air with a thud, as if the fog was dissipating.

“Rise, Ghost General!”

It is a spell created by gathering together ghosts. A mass holding a black greatsword appears in front of the Count.

It was bigger than Audin.

Ragna blocked his path.

Ragnar, who had been dragging his feet as he walked out, raised his head.

He swung his sword in silence, holding a half-broken sword.

Before the one wielding the black greatsword could react, Ragna’s sword cut off his throat, split his chest, and cut his waist in half.

Encred was once again amazed by Ragnar’s talent.

What the hell is going on right now?

He swung his sword three times in one breath, and although all three swings went in different directions, they all seemed to be one motion.

In other words, the swinging and retrieving motions were eliminated. This was possible because the movement path was minimized by calculating the movement path while swinging the sword.

A vertical downward slash followed by an upper horizontal slash, and finally a lower horizontal slash.

All of the wills of cutting were put there.

It seemed like he was drawing with a sword, but it was so fast and bold that no one would have dared to stop it.

It seemed like even Encred himself couldn’t stop it.

Ragnar swung his sword like that, then took two steps back and sat down.

Even though I clearly fell.

“Phew, time to take a look around.”

He opens his mouth calmly. He said that because he sat down intentionally.

The count’s mouth almost fell open.

What kind of guy is that?

A ghost general who could chew up any average knight dies with one swing of his sword?

To the Count it appeared to be a single stroke of the sword.

A sense of crisis filled the count’s chest. He felt embarrassed, but tried to ignore it.

Wasn’t there still a means to do it?

The count bit his tongue with his molars.

Uduk.

A pungent smell of blood rose from the tongue cut off by the molar. The count opened his mouth.

Red blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

The Count pulled his left hand towards his chest. Then the blood flowing from his mouth pooled on his left hand without stopping.

“Come out, protective blood clot.”

The count said, waving his right cane.

At his call, the lump of blood on his left hand began to grow larger.

In the blink of an eye, the lump of blood grew into the size of a person, with arms and legs sprouting out.

If the form was created, then it was natural that the summons had to be filled, and for that, the Count had to reduce the phantom soldiers he had sent to the battlefield.

Naturally, the battlefield became more deserted.

The number of soldiers who barely managed to survive just before death has increased.

Most of the soldiers who were possessed by ghosts also became fine.

The count was in a hurry and was pouring everything he had into this place, including the battlefield.

Soon, a blood golem, its entire body blood red except for its two eye sockets, stood before the count.

“You’ve done some strange things here with sorcery? Judging from your tricks, it looks like you’ve teamed up with an immortal madman.”

The barbarian warrior spoke. The moment the count saw him, he was taking something out of his bosom.

The Count watched what his opponent was doing from behind the golem.

It wasn’t hard to guess the identity, because the barbarian warrior took out something from his bosom and started spinning it above his head.

He took out his sling and filled it with ball-shaped bullets, spinning it. The action he started just after the golem began to appear soon made itself known through a sound.

Hung, hung, hung, weeeeeeeing.

Rem used the last totem, the bead amulet, that he had taken from the madman of rage with a slingshot.

I didn’t know it could be used as a bullet, but it’s perfect for use now.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

It was a spine-chilling noise that anyone, whether friendly or enemy, would hear.

The golem’s gaze was drawn to the sound of the sling cutting through the wind.

A golem born from sorcery clasped its hands together.

He was planning to put both hands together and spurt out blood.

Rem’s arm moved as he watched it.

Wheeing, hoo!

The noise above Rem’s head stopped for a moment. At the same time, another noise burst out.

pop!

It was from the head of the blood golem.

Originally, the golem should not have been able to be defeated by physical attacks alone.

The bullets contained within were very special.

It was like the crystallization of magic that the madman of immortality had been collecting for over ten years.

It exploded and destroyed the golem’s life force.

That was the reason for the explosion.

“Ugh.”

The count grabbed my chest with his left hand and struck the floor with his right cane.

A momentary sense of loss and emptiness came over me, and my heart stopped.

The Count learned that the Golem was dead. The sense of loss washed over him and he became gloomy.

It was a summoning made from my blood and heart.

Originally, I shouldn’t have been so easily taken advantage of.

“These guys!”

The Count shouted in anger, and Rem felt all the strength drain from his body as he used his last magical tool.

‘Am I going to die like this?’

I doubt that would be the case.

I was so weak that I had such thoughts.

The master who wrote the talisman containing the magical power of another was now on his way.

Rem lost her balance and stumbled backwards. She landed on her butt with a thud and looked at Ragna for a moment. She happened to be right next to him.

Rem looked at Ragna and said.

“It’s time to go sightseeing.”

Ragnar nodded. Their eyes met. They had no energy to curse each other, and now was not the time to reject each other.

It seemed like their hearts were in sync like never before.

Audin also could not just throw away the crimson sword, so he endured the ban for a while and imbued it with divinity.

The flying swords were no slouch either, compared to the blood golems.

In fact, it is a magical creature that you would only see in a magic realm, created by casting a spell.

It would be right to see this as a testament to the Count’s great ability.

It was a moment when I had no choice but to endure the pain caused by the ban.

‘Father, forgive me.’

Audin raised his divinity for a moment.

Instead of emitting light, it is used to protect the body.

‘My left hand is a sword, and my right hand is steel.’

If you do it with your bare hands, it’s just a knife and a rock.

Now that I have a little bit of divinity, I am a sword and iron.

This is the moment when Audin’s left hand touches the flying blade.

Zzz!

The crimson sword that touched the sword broke. Then, he struck it with his right hand.

Bam!

The dented, crimson sword lost its power and flew to one side, embedding itself in the floor.

As it bent into a right angle, the ghost within it lost its power and disappeared, and the blade quickly turned to dust and fell apart.

As I crushed all the crimson swords one by one, the pain from the gold spread throughout my body.

It seemed like I wouldn’t be able to move for a while.

Audin’s limbs trembled. Soon his body became stiff like a log and he was forced to stand there blankly.

“Tch.”

Rem clicked her tongue as she watched that.

Why doesn’t that thing fall down?

“hmm.”

Ragna also glanced at him and frowned. It was an unpleasant sight. The religious man should have fallen too.