A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 447



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447. Encrid shuddered

“Enki, it’s a wave.”

It was afternoon. The sun had not yet set.

At Asia’s words that sounded like a call, Encrid released the strength in his hand that had been holding the sword.

Just then, Luagarne was untying the whip around her waist, telling her about Frock’s fight.

“Let’s go. It won’t be a common sight.”

Luagarne said, wrapping the whip around his waist.

Encred agreed and everyone followed.

“I’m going to see a fucking place. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Rem hummed along and followed, and Dunbakel forcibly moved his feet away and opened his mouth.

“I have to go. It’s a magic world. The child is so excited.”

It was a completely unexciting voice.

Encred walked briskly towards the northwest of the city, recalling the knights he had once fought on the battlefields of Azpen.

How my heart raced at the sight of the knight galloping with his red cloak fluttering.

This time it was a knight.

It was a real fight, not a duel.

If I said I wasn’t expecting it, I’d be lying.

It was in front of the western gate where we arrived. The two large gates were carved from a single piece of stone.

I was wondering how they cut it like that.

About thirty soldiers gathered, all holding longbows, and lined up on the wall.

“You’re here? Is this your first time at a castle gate like this?”

Oara greeted Encred. She smiled brightly in front of the closed gate.

“Did you cut it yourself?”

“No, my grandfather.”

It sounded like a meaningful answer, though I can’t hear it right now.

“Hey! Rowena’s man, show your fighting spirit!”

A shout heard outside the city gate.

“Open.”

Oara spoke to the four thick-armed soldiers standing in front of the gate and tapped Encred on the arm.

“Just watch from the castle wall today. Look forward to it, one man’s pure love will show you a miracle!”

Oara stopped talking to Encred and shouted towards the open gate.

Encred did as he was told. He stepped onto the stone steps leading up to the wall. The steps were made of bricks and led upward. The railing on the other side of the wall reached up to chest height.

Encred climbed up, holding onto the railing as a handrail. There was no dust on the railing. It was evidence that people passed by and swept it by hand every day.

“Oh, it looks like a public execution.”

Rem followed behind and said, looking like he was looking at something interesting.

“Is that fun?”

Dunbakel rarely showed anything resembling irritation. He acted like he was being beaten by Rem and was limping, but Dunbakel rarely showed such negative emotions.

Encred knew that the sight before him must have stung some wound in Dunbakel, but he moved on.

I thought it was something I had to figure out on my own.

“It’s fun.”

Rem answered with a giggle.

Dunbakel kept his mouth shut. He only stuck out his lips in a pout.

Luagarne ate the dried bugs without saying anything.

It was nice to see him enjoying the bugs near the mirror as a delicacy.

It might have been nice to hand the bar owner a few more silver coins.

Gulp.

Chop.

Luagarne extended her tongue and swallowed the bug in one gulp.

Even the sight of a long tongue wrapping around an insect and devouring it in one breath felt like a sentimental sight to me.

“Is that tasty?”

“Should I give you one?”

When Rem asked, Luagarne opened her palm.

A white worm appeared on the skin covered with mucus. It was a pupa.

Rem didn’t eat.

Encred’s gaze turned to the right along the wall.

Asia also saw the opposite wall rising upward.

Their eyes met. Asia pointed forward with her chin. It seemed as if she was telling them to look around.

Encred took one look at Asia and then turned away.

“Oh!”

It was a sound heard outside the gate. It was someone’s shout.

“Oh!”

The soldiers lined up on the left and right also chanted along with the sound.

thud!

On the wall, a soldier armed with a longbow stamped his feet to the chant.

“Fuck, I’ll do it. I’ll do it if I have to!”

Rowena’s man, standing alone, shouted.

The wave hadn’t even started yet, but Encred felt a tingling ominous sensation on his skin.

Beyond the human lands seen from the castle walls was a dark gray forest.

A place steeped in the energy of demons, so it is a demon realm.

The area right in front of the castle wall was yellowish, but the color of the ground gradually became darker as it approached the magic zone.

The area in front of the gray trees looked like dark dirt.

It looked like it was going to rot and smell bad. It actually had a faint, rotten smell.

A mound of dirt rising like a burial mound seemed to indicate the entrance to the forest.

A monster began to crawl out in front of him.

Woooooooooooo.

The monster’s howl shook the ground, flowed through the air, and reached the castle walls.

To Encred’s eyes, the sound of the monster’s voice seemed like a spear flying towards him and then being blocked by the castle wall.

As the senses matured, it went beyond feeling the momentum and changed to seeing it with the eyes.

I felt once again that the time I spent enduring the articles was not in vain.

Encred’s eyes saw a horde of monsters beyond the gray forest.

Those who come out with both hands on the ground, those whose arms are so long that they touch the ground, those whose mouths are torn open and drool, those with two heads.

They all had long fingernails. Some had toenails longer than fingernails. They walked with their hands, not their feet. They only tapped their feet to keep their balance.

It was a ghoul, a monster whose muscles could be seen between its split skin.

It is a cannibalistic monster that eats humans.

The spitting ghouls in the previously hatched colonies were peculiar, but there were even more peculiar things here.

“The magic mirror evolves the demons.”

Didn’t Luagarne say that?

It was a sight that made sense in an instant. There were also a lot of numbers there.

The number of guys who came out in a short while exceeded fifty.

It was as if a black curtain had been placed over it, and it was impossible to see what was inside the gray trees.

Inside, ghouls kept coming out.

It’s not called a wave for nothing. It may look like a light tide now, but once they start running, it will turn into a wave.

Of course, it wasn’t just any ghoul.

Of course, even in a demon world, there will be ghouls that are commonly seen.

But they were a colony. A colony within the Demon Realm.

Those who have gathered to occupy the land, chew on flesh and bones, and drink blood.

‘different.’

Three or four regular soldiers can form a stable force to take down one ghoul.

Any skilled soldier would be able to handle two ghouls.

But what if that ghoul is your opponent?

Assuming that they would fight in a square formation, I figured they would need at least ten soldiers.

And only by experienced soldiers.

‘If you rush in recklessly, some of the soldiers will just get torn to pieces and die.’

One of the ghouls grabbed a stone from the floor and crushed it.

If you let your guard down, you’ll die. You want me to fight alongside those guys? They weren’t the type of guys a normal soldier would rush into.

It felt like the sunlight was fading. In fact, the sunlight wasn’t even shining properly near the magic mirror.

The magic seemed to reject the sunlight.

The trees with their distinctive gray color and the soil with their distinctive black-brown color made it look that way.

It was time for fear to set in.

It could be so, seeing hundreds of ghouls crawling out of the demon realm.

Woooooooooo.

Their cries were like soot rising from the ground.

It was low, dark, and left traces.

How should man face the fear of running upon the earth?

If it were Encred himself, he would throw down his sword.

“What the hell.”

Rem laughed.

“Why do they do public executions?”

Dunbakel avoided reality.

“This will be your first time seeing the ghouls of the Demon Realm and the first time seeing them fight here, so watch carefully.”

Luagarne tried to convey something to Encred without stopping.

It seemed like his goal was to teach and teach again until the moment he died.

I thought that if I didn’t do that, even if I taught you one, you wouldn’t be able to properly engrave even one thing.

It was right in front of the castle wall.

The answer to the cries of the ghouls that had been sown behind Rowena’s man came back.

“Oh!”

It’s the slogan from earlier.

It was a cry against the soot rising from the ground.

“Smile!”

At the shouts that followed the slogan, the troops on the wall stomped their feet and shouted out the mindset and beliefs of those who faced this land, this city, and the demonic realm.

“Let’s die laughing!”

All of these are people of the smiling knight Oara.

So I will die laughing.

“I love you, Rowena!”

The soldier who lost the bet, who was at the very front, shouted. Oana was true to her bet. She kept her word even though it was light-hearted.

A knight is someone who keeps his word.

That is a promise.

Will is willpower, and will comes from belief.

Those who do not keep their word will not be able to properly use their will as a knight.

Woohoo!

The cry of the underworld raced across the earth.

A group of ghouls armed with soot began to rush in.

Black eyes tore at the light, and greedy tongues searched for red blood and soft flesh.

Woooooooo!

In Encred’s view, the man of soldier Rowena was of a higher level than the Border Guard.

A soldier who will quickly do his part even if he goes to Martai’s border guard.

But he is not strong enough to stop the waves of demons alone.

Still, he did not back down.

Encred, standing on the wall, couldn’t see the soldier’s face.

“If you come back alive, what’s the big deal? Let’s get married!”

Hearing the bold shout that was presumed to be Rowena’s, it seemed natural to know what expression the man’s face would have.

He will be smiling.

Even if I die, I’ll die with a smile.

“Are you going?”

Encred had already placed one hand on the wall.

That was what Rem asked after seeing that.

“maybe?”

I will do whatever my heart desires. That is how Encrid lived.

Therefore, that soldier will not die today.

Encred put strength into the hand he had placed on the wall. It was too high to jump from and he was carrying a lot of weight, but it shouldn’t be too much of a stretch.

“I don’t think I need to come out.”

Rem continued. He nodded.

Because the one who had been shouting behind Rowena’s man under the wall jumped out first.

It’s not a nimble movement, but a heavy, leaping gait.

Thump, thump, he stomped the ground and picked up speed. Soon his body passed the soldier and drew a long line, reaching the front of the ghoul.

Despite his heavy appearance, his steps were faster than those of the ghouls running on all fours, using their hands as feet.

It just so happened that Rowena’s man had just faced his first ghoul.

“I love you, Rowena!”

The soldier who had confessed in a manner similar to a sermon until the end stabbed the spear in. He didn’t even have the energy to care about who was coming after him.

I focused on killing the ghouls.

The spear technique that appeared to be that way was quite a fine skill.

With a thud, the blade of the spear sank into the head of the ghoul that was rising from below.

I stabbed him calmly and properly.

The soldier gave up trying to pull out his spear and reached for another spear that was stuck in the ground at an angle.

It was only then that the soldier realized that someone had jumped out from behind him.

He shouted.

“It was a good start!”

Encred, who was watching from the castle wall, also saw a familiar sight of the person rushing in.

It was Squire Oliver.

“Oliver of the Hexagonal Hammer!”

One of the soldiers lined up on either side shouted.

Oliver had tinnitus, and he was just now proving that it had stuck to him.

Six ghouls rushed in, one was killed by a soldier, and five remained.

Oliver was holding a long stick with a mallet at the end.

The end of the hammer was hexagonal.

He slowed down his pace a bit, then kicked the ground again and jumped between the ghouls.

By changing the speed, the ghoul is prevented from reacting.

It was a great trick. Oliver swung his hammer in it.

Bubbeobbeong!

Accompanied by the sound of firecrackers exploding.

The hammer shattered the ghoul’s skull, shattering it. Black blood and pieces of the ghoul’s bones flew into the air.

Oliver wasn’t the only one who went out.

“The bet is off. Go back.”

Oliver pushed the soldier back.

The number of squires in the Thousand Bricks is four.

They were all equally capable of being knights. No, they were worse than knights, so it would be more correct to say that they were all capable fighters.

Starting with Oliver, the other three also moved. The weapons in their hands were similar.

One is a flail with a spiked iron ball, made of chains fastened to a pole.

The other one is a Morning Star without the chains.

The last one was a war hammer with a long handle.

The Squire Net formed a line. They stepped forward and brandished their weapons.

Bang, crack, thud, crack.

Bones were broken and blood was spurting. In the middle of the battlefield, four squires shouted.

“Let’s die laughing!”

Encred recalled the galloping knights he had seen on the battlefields of Azpen.

Now they too were wearing red cloaks.

It was as tingly on the skin as it was running.

I resent Oara’s words telling me to just go sightseeing.

Of course, Encrid could have ignored that and left.

But there was no time or opportunity for that.

“let’s go.”

Oara came first.

The knight moved, taking with him two of his subordinates.

“I’m excited.”

Rem muttered. His hands must have been itching as well.

Dunbakel put his protruding snout back in and stood in front of the castle wall.

Two knights moved in. The man wielded a thick, sword-like club.

It was a weapon that could not be called a sword even if it killed someone.

It had a handle and no guard. Instead, it had a long, thick block of iron.

The outside looked round. It looked like it was carrying an iron pole.

He swung it like a wooden sword.

Of course, it wasn’t a wooden sword or something.

Bam!

In one blow, three or four grilled fish were torn apart and burst open.

The short blonde knight’s fighting style was very different from his.

She would fling thin daggers or draw out sharp, awl-shaped swords and stab and slash.

Short-Blonde Combat is a silent fighting style that is not even heard from the top of the walls.

Although the destructive power was different, the killing power was similar.

Gooooo!

The ghoul’s cries sounded like screams.

Green smoke began to leak out of the nostrils on his face, which were open and had no bridge, and soon black blood began to ooze out.

It’s just like that.

Their heads didn’t explode, but they just fell to the floor.

“Huh?”

Rem reacted when she saw that. She seemed to know something.

And then there was the knight Oara.

Inside the Ghoul Wave, a Ghoul with hanging breasts emerged.

She was a female ghoul and the leader of this group.

The ghoul reached forward. Its mollusc-like, elongated arm stabbed Oara.

It seemed as if his arm had been stretched out, but even from the wall, Ghuula’s arm cut through the friendly troops in the blink of an eye.

I recognized the arm as a growing arm because I saw it from afar, but if it had happened right in front of me, I would have been startled and tried to block it. It was that fast.

You can tell just by looking at that one thing. It was a monster that could take on even a semi-soldier on its own.

On the road made by four squires and two knights, by crushing and stabbing hundreds of ghouls.

The moment Ghuullah’s arm stretched, Oara’s back appeared in Encred’s sight. The knight swung his sword.

It was a sword strike that was slanted upward from below.

It was the kind of stabbing that would have no meaning if done in my place.

But Oara’s subsequent movements gave meaning to the simple swordsmanship.

Oara stepped forward in time with the speed at which the sword rose. Her body moved forward.

The knight’s sword cut Ghuula’s arm diagonally.

But the swordfight wasn’t over yet.

Simple, yet the straightest line.

It is a line connecting points.

Encred was good at it too, but he had never done it like that.

Oara drew a dot where she stood, and then drew another dot on a monster a few dozen steps away, and then drew the same dot.

That was all I could say.

Squeak, squeak.

Oara’s appearance left afterimages here and there.

From the way he first kicked the ground, to the way he cut off Ghoul’s arm in the middle, to the way he finally raised his sword into the sky while splitting it from the chest to the head.

“Where.”

Oh Ara said.

Ghoulah is dead.

Encrid shuddered.