A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 411



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411. Borrow for a moment

Saxon, who had been throwing daggers continuously, threw a silence knife towards the Count’s forehead.

The dagger flew silently and burst with a bang in front of the count’s face.

With a loud noise, a black curtain was seen billowing in front of the Count. The barrier was intact. It seemed that it could not be penetrated by a dagger wrapped in a scroll.

“Don’t expect forgiveness!”

Dean Molsen, who had been taking the world lightly, felt a sense of crisis when he was pushed to the edge of a cliff. Sweat was streaming down his back. This was the first time this had happened. This was his first experience. Because of that, he lost his composure.

The Count had already used spells beyond what a normal wizard could cast. Now he was using them to extend life.

He rolled his eyes, further reducing the ghost.

The pitch-black eyes turned to Saxon. Saxon felt a terrible cold rushing in from the hole in his stomach.

‘hmm?’

Saxon almost fell over because his legs gave out, but he held on. There were two guys next to him who wanted him to fall.

“Die, die, die, die, die.”

The Count raised his staff and glared at Saxon, muttering repeatedly. Saxon also looked into his eyes. His eyes had turned pitch black, and although he could not distinguish between pupils and slits, he felt a tenacity.

As the Count spoke, the chill rising from his abdomen grew stronger. It was difficult to stand still. Saxon knelt down on one knee. He closed his eyes and placed his palm on the floor.

I had to resist the cold air. As I was concentrating, I heard Rem muttering next to me.

“Yeah, that’s it.”

‘Mad savage.’

Saxon thought and focused more. What the opponent did was some kind of spell. Something was planted in my wound. All I have to do is find it and dig it out. Saxon began to observe his body.

Patience to endure pain.

The coolness of observing my body.

Finally, sensitivity.

One more thing to add here is an indomitable spirit.

‘There is no giving up.’

Saxony also learned from Encrid.

This is your first time receiving this order, but there may be a solution.

We organize what we know, what we have experienced, and what we have inferred to arrive at a conclusion.

It’s Saxon kneeling and holding on, or rather, destroying all the dangers facing my unit.

Encred took three steps forward.

It was a step towards the count. So now he was within the sword’s reach.

It was thanks to the unit members who stopped the Count from repeatedly ordering and scheming.

After closing the distance like that, Encred said, placing his hand on the grip of his sword.

“You are already in my territory.”

Three sat, one stood, and all looked at Encred. The Count also looked at Encred.

Area? That means the range that the sword can reach. The Count snickered.

I trusted the defensive spell I had placed on my body.

Encred regulated his breathing. It was a bit too much, as he was trying to penetrate the ten thousand ghosts.

It was okay because I was so tired that my muscles were shaking.

This isn’t the first or second time something like this has happened.

This is something that happens often when you swing a sword.

Especially in the days when we had nothing, we had to swing our swords until our muscles tore.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to even reach my dreams.

What should I do to reach out and move forward even when I can’t see it?

It has to be repeated over and over again.

It was thanks to that experience.

Because I had experience, I knew I could do anything.

Encrid was still bearable.

His gaze fell on the black curtain billowing before the Count.

Encred had already seen Saxon pierce his opponent’s shield once. From that, he could roughly guess the strength of his opponent’s shield.

‘Even if the dagger you throw doesn’t pierce you.’

You can bell. Of course, it would be impossible with a normal sword. You must have no doubt in your mind about belling.

therefore.

“Ragnar, I’ll borrow it this time.”

Ragnar had no time to respond to those words.

Encred once again imitated a technique that he had tried and failed to replicate countless times over the years.

Raise your sword so that the tip pierces the sky. Grip it with both hands and relax your shoulders.

It’s a top-tier sword.

To be exact, it was a modified form of the traditional swordsmanship that had been passed down from a northern family.

Ragnar’s last name is Jaune.

Ragnar changed the swordsmanship stance that was passed down from the Jawoon family at his own discretion.

Encred couldn’t have known that until then. He was just getting ready to swing his sword.

Ragnar looked at Encred with slightly surprised eyes.

‘Not bad.’

Attitude, spirit, and determination.

It was difficult to find anything to criticize.

This was the best pose Encred had ever taken.

It made me feel that way even more, especially since I followed my own example.

Ragnar wasn’t the only one surprised.

Rem was surprised when he started fighting the horde of ghost soldiers.

‘I’ve never been pushed back even once.’

Encred followed Ragnar’s breathing. It was now difficult to recall the old captain.

‘It’s fun. It’s fun.’

Rem thought, and clenched his fists with the intention of throwing the axe away if he got stuck.

Audin could not bring his hands together, so he recited the prayer only with his mouth. The pain felt like his head was going to burst, but Audin endured it and prayed.

“The sheep that the father watches over shed their wool and become shepherds.”

Also, a shepherd is someone who strikes and scolds those who are wrong and inaccurate.

The gold standard is no joke. If it goes wrong, it can cause suffering. There are many people who end up like that because they lack self-cultivation.

But what needs to be done must be done.

That’s what Audin learned from seeing the human named Encrid.

Saxon slowly stabbed Carmen’s stiletto into her stomach, avoiding her intestines and aiming for the source of the cold.

Pooboo Book.

He looked forward, calming the chill with it. The blade pierced his stomach, but it wasn’t fatal. It avoided his internal organs, and it would be enough if he received proper treatment.

Moreover, it wasn’t even a deep stab.

I also reflected.

‘It was sloppy.’

I didn’t fully utilize my assassination skills. I wonder why my master’s teachings come to mind again.

“Do you want to do your best? Then first find a place to stay.”

Why do you say that?

He was the one who had decided to take over Geor’s dagger.

Don’t you already have a place to stay?

If you enjoy fighting with all your might, you will become addicted to killing and killing people.

The master said so.

Saxony actually felt that way.

How can we avoid that?

It was a series of untimely thoughts. Saxon boldly cut off the thoughts. This is not what is important now.

He looked ahead.

Now I saw a leader who didn’t need my help.

His back filled my vision.

Furthermore, it was a posture just before swinging the sword.

“Whew, you damn bastards.”

The count took a deep breath. He was pushed and pushed again, but he was barely able to regain some semblance of composure as he watched the men fall one by one.

His eyes turned to Encred. The Count could handle a sword too.

The Count, seeing Encred taking a stance, thought that he could not give up the initiative like this.

The billowing black curtain renders most attacks useless.

The count, after much calculation, drew his sword first.

He kicked the ground and thrust his blade forward. It was a flawless thrust. The point-like tip of the sword flew towards Encred.

It was neat and clear. It was also fast and strong.

Encred calmly brought his sword down and struck the Count’s sword.

earth!

The count picked up the sword that had bounced off and tried to cut it down.

Encred briefly copied Ragnar’s cut.

Encred’s feet kicked the ground and he stepped forward. At the same time, his shoulders turned gently, and the direction of his sword changed around his waist.

The sword that was brought down to block the Count’s stab changed direction like a fish swimming in the river.

The heart of great strength surges, adding strength and will to it.

‘Bend.’

It is the will of cutting.

Encred’s sword became level with the ground and passed over the Count’s nose.

Kak!

The shield is cut. Will is the power of will. The Will of the Severance splits the shield and also splits the skull.

The silver that split the skull flew away in pieces.

Encred stopped swinging his sword and let out the breath he had been holding.

His eyes seemed to glow blue as he stood there, holding the grip with both hands. In the black world the Count had created, the shining blue eyes made it seem like he alone was standing in a different world.

“after.”

Encred exhaled, feeling the pain in his arm muscles as he lowered his half-sword and turned around.

The count lost his cap.

If you watched from the side, it looked like a very simple exchange of swordsmanship.

Encred parried the thrusting sword with his own sword, and instead of pulling his sword back to regain his stance, he simply continued his movements smoothly and delivered an upper horizontal slash.

The count suffered without even being able to stop it.

It was also part of the technique Ragna had shown earlier, and contained the will to cut.

That’s why I said I was borrowing it.

“Krrrrrrr.”

Foam rose from the count’s mouth.

Although Naurilia was a villain who overthrew the country, human death was a fair law for everyone.

Even a blind arrow can kill a person, so it was impossible for a human being with his head cut off to live.

Blood flowed down the Count’s severed head. The rippling gore was bright red even in the darkness.

And then something incomprehensible happened.

“It can’t end like this.”

Another head-scratching word. The Count spoke while still dead, his voice splitting into two and sounding overlapping.

Blood is running down your face, but you’re talking normally?

Only then did Audin begin to suspect his opponent’s identity.

‘What is this?’

The ominous feeling that you would feel only in the depths of a demonic realm touches your skin.

“devil?”

While Audin muttered to himself, black smoke flowed out from the Count’s body.

“It’s only ten thousand, not a hundred thousand, but I respect that. Because I respect you, I curse you deeply… … Hmm? Are you a witch?”

Audyn said it was a demon, just before the smoke took the form of a human being.

As the count continued to spout nonsense, thunder rumbled through the dark clouds.

Kwaarrung.

The black smoke formed a shape and then stopped.

Encred looked at it, holding the half-sword in his hand.

Thud.

After that, rain started to fall.

“… … I got hit.”

The headless count and the demon who had not yet formed his form spoke at the same time. Their voices overlapped.

Encred seemed to understand why the Count’s voice sometimes overlapped.

It was because I had the devil in my heart.

That didn’t change anything though.

Encred threw down his half-silver and picked up his gladius.

Draw attention with the gladius and strike with a fatal blow.

‘With sparks.’

He drew the direction of the fight in an instant.

As everyone was preparing to fight alone while everyone was surprised, the demon’s gaze turned to Encred again.

“This reckless bastard.”

There was no emotion in his speech. That didn’t seem to matter either.

Encrid was just trying to end a fight that wasn’t over.

Moreover, all of my company members looked injured or exhausted.

Only you can come forward.

At this point, one might have suspected that this was a wall, but Encrid didn’t.

Do the best you can at every moment.

Because that’s how I lived.

Even now, it’s still like that.

Beyond the imaginary world, the boatman burst into laughter.

“indeed.”

Isn’t he a total lunatic?

* * *

The Count was a man of great talent, and his greed far surpassed human limits.

In this way he obtained the devil’s heart and took it.

The devil watched the witch’s tricks, ignoring the mad swordsman who was rushing at him.

“Wouldn’t I be upset if I were to block the last curse?”

The tone was light, but the meaning contained in the two characters ‘devil’ was extraordinary.

A highly dangerous monster that you would only see in a demonic realm.

Those who are intelligent and excel at tormenting and killing humans.

“You’re the devil.”

Encred murmured. The demon’s eyes fell on him.

“You, yes. You were impressive. Human. But right now, I don’t think I can fight even if I want to.”

The devil doesn’t know the path Encred has taken, but he knows what he has accomplished.

Didn’t they all gather around this human being?

Moreover, isn’t the witch who was acting like that also a person of interest?

“If you touch me, I will chase you wherever you go and kill you.”

Across the space, the witch’s voice reached the demon.

Just because they’re demons doesn’t mean they’ll welcome their annihilation. So the threat was annoying.

“You’re like a cheeky witch.”

A thing that looks like snow emerges from the black fog and looks around the crowd with a dull gaze.

The moment Encred recognized his opponent, he felt a strange sensation.

It’s definitely not human. Does that mean I can’t cut it? Is that really so? I said I wouldn’t fight, but is that true? Should I cut it once?

It was right after that thought occurred to me.

As he gathered his remaining strength and tried to rush towards him, the demon turned its gaze towards him.

Up until now, his tone had been playful, but this time it was different.

“I’ll see you again.”

The shape vaguely caught Encred’s eye through the fog, but it was difficult to make out its appearance.

“I am the master of a hundred thousand ghosts.”

The body of the demon I was talking about collapsed immediately. The raindrops that were falling in pitter-patter began to get heavier, and I couldn’t bear it any longer.

The witch made it rain based on her magic. Since this was a natural phenomenon, it had the effect of erasing anything artificial.

Moreover, the rainwater is warm. The witch opened a part of her magical world and let the magical rainwater pour in.

The devil has fallen.

The falling rain erased the magical world created by Dean Molsen, which helped bring the wraiths to this land.

The demon took my heart just before disappearing, and read the last command of the one who had been his sacrifice and servant.

“It was all in my hands.”

This is Dean Molsen’s last wish.

“Can things in this world be that easy?”

The count expressed his resentment as he died, but now there was nothing he could do.

It was a word that only the devil could hear. The remaining remnants of the command were quickly erased.

The devil was licking his lips. He was sorry that he had lost the opportunity to leave a big mark on the human world.

Just before the part of the servant’s soul was completely destroyed, the demon looked at the one who killed him.

Blue eyes with black hair.

“Encred.”

I also remembered his name because I had heard someone call him, thinking that if I ever saw him again, he was the kind of person I would want to torment until he begged to die.