A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 432



Only Noblemtl

432. Like a black lightning bolt

Encred didn’t even spend much time waiting for Ragnar.

It was natural. That’s just how he was.

It was the same now. I was summoning Rem and creating friction between the sword and the axe.

Bang!

The silver-bladed axe that had blocked the slanted Aker pushed the sword away.

Encred put strength into his arms, twisted his waist, and let out a pushing force.

Rem noticed this and pretended to pull the axe back, then swung it down vertically.

earth!

Once again, the two weapons met and parted ways.

Sparks flew between the blades.

It was a battle without an inch of compromise.

After that, the situation of using each other’s skills and blocking each other continued.

It was a fierce battle between swords and axes, with no time to breathe. No human could survive without breathing.

Both of them pushed themselves to the limit of their physical strength, to the point where their eyes spun for a moment.

This was already the twelfth time. The intense sparring that had lasted for hours had even Encrid out of breath.

It was the same for Rem.

“Hoo, hoo, take a good look.”

Rem stepped back and spoke, her lips curled into a circle.

In that state, I took a deep breath and swallowed. My panting breath and shaking shoulders calmed down.

Encred instinctively saw the line drawn by the axe that started from the opponent’s shoulder.

As expected, Rem swung the axe.

No, it didn’t end in one go.

Encrid barely managed to swing his sword at Aker.

Ching!

The days were different. Encrid soon turned around and dodged.

Rem’s axe-wielding continued, making it hard to believe that he was panting from exhaustion.

Rem’s axe was originally fierce and sharp, as well as fast and heavy.

Whenever an axe made of light iron would fly without any recoil, it would send a chill down the back of my neck.

But now it’s even worse than that.

What’s more, you’re out of breath and suddenly doing something like this?

In between the quick, recoilless swings of the axe, another axe flew in out of sync.

The axes held in both hands struck ceaselessly, breaking the beat and rhythm. Encred felt like he was catching the raindrops one by one with his bare hands, and he blocked them with his Aker and Gladius.

It wasn’t an attack that could have been prevented even if it had been predicted.

This was also something that Rem took into consideration.

If not, this attack could have taken at least one of Encred’s arms.

“When you think it’s over, squeeze it out. It’s called a handful of breath.”

As Rem said that, he began to breathe harder than before. His complexion also turned a dull purple. This was because he had held his breath and poured out all the remaining energy in his body.

Rem still taught with actions rather than words.

It was comfortable for both the teacher and the receiver.

Rem continued, taking a deep breath.

“If you do something wrong, your heart will burst and you’ll die. Or your blood vessels will burst and you’ll die. You’ll get sick, and you’ll feel like your lifespan is getting a little shorter.”

It was said to be much more dangerous than the heart of a monster.

Originally, it was a technique used to protect the body through sorcery, but Rem modified it a bit and used it.

This was possible because of the enlightenment I gained recently while practicing witchcraft.

And this was a technique that the crazy bastard in front of him would be more likely to learn than himself.

“If you want to get even one hit, learn it and then try.”

The duel with Ragna is two days later.

Rem expressed his willingness to help.

It was not something that Encred could refuse. So he did it. He woke up in the morning and stretched his body with the technique of isolation, and then he learned a handful of breathing techniques from Rem.

Rem didn’t spare any advice from time to time.

“I was originally ambidextrous, but I’m not the captain.”

“What are you trying to say?”

While teaching Encred, Rem was busy polishing his own skills. You could tell just by looking at him.

Aren’t you training like never before, sweating like crazy?

Because of that, Dunbakel was also dying, and the order to create a unit that Encred had previously ordered was put on hold.

Encrid didn’t force it.

He wasn’t the kind of guy who would force someone to do something.

I don’t think there will be any rush to form a Christian unit.

“The organization of the troops is important, but there is no way that war will break out right away. There will be no problems for at least a year.”

This is the time it takes for a king to stabilize the country.

Above all, after seeing the Border Guard’s policy, Naurilia set up outposts in every city connected to the capital.

The Kingdom and the Border Guard were developing in the same way.

Of course, Encred had more time to swing his sword than to worry about that.

Anyway, Rem is swinging her axe more faithfully than ever, regardless of the unit’s creation or anything.

Since she was also sparring with Encred, Rem’s explanation may have been a bit lacking.

“Right now, it’s not like I’m using both hands, it’s like this.”

“Explanation, phew. Hehe, add more.”

Encred struck the ground with the tip of his sword and took a deep breath as he spoke.

Rem thought carefully and then asked.

“Hey, can you write with your left hand?”

Couldn’t do it.

I could pull out the spark with my left hand and activate the Will of Swiftness, but I couldn’t write.

“If you’re going to use both hands, you should use them both properly. If you’re not good at it, it’s worse than not using them at all.”

I had no intention of insisting on fighting with a weapon in both hands, but Rem was right.

If you have something, you should use it properly.

Otherwise it’s meaningless.

Now, the only opponents left are those that are not at that level and cannot be eaten.

Two days passed quickly, but this time Encred was stalling. It was because Luagarne had stopped him.

Of course, it was also because Encred was convinced.

“Postpone the sparring. Why, you might ask? Yes. I know that your skills won’t improve much even if you wait a few more days. But you can strengthen your resolve. You can’t just throw away what you learned from the King of Mercenaries, right?”

Luagarne never said the right answer right away.

It was a priority to wake up on your own. We help you with that, but we don’t give you the answer right away.

That was the Luagarne way.

Encrid took a few more days.

In the meantime, I wrote and ate with my left hand.

“If you’ve built flexible and strong muscles, it’s worth using them, brother.”

Audin also helped Encrid.

Encred learned a few more Balafian martial arts techniques.

There was one jointer and one striking device.

Not all technologies can be named.

Ragnar just stared blankly at it.

Meanwhile, Encred, despite his poor handwriting, was able to write letters with his left hand.

I had to reply to the letter from the king anyway.

When Christ saw it, he asked the king what the letter contained.

“What does it say?”

It must have been something like a promise to restrain the king of the East and give him various things.

Wasn’t that the letter that came after I heard the news about the King of Mercenaries?

When Christ saw the letter, he was secretly worried.

His prediction was wildly off the mark.

“I sat on the throne, but I am complaining that it is not the right thing to do.”

“complaint?”

Nod.

Something like that at a time like this?

Is something weird with Krang, or is something weird with my captain?

Christ couldn’t tell.

Anyway, that was the reply to that letter.

The message was, if you decide to do something, do it right.

Encred put down the quill he was holding in his left hand and clenched and unclenched his fist.

‘lack.’

I couldn’t use my left hand like my right overnight. But I understood what Luagarne meant. So I got up and went outside.

It was the time when the sun was high above my head, and the day was brighter than any other day. On a cloudless day, the smell of heat tickled my nose.

It was a mixture of the smell of heated stones, dry earth, and fresh grass. It wasn’t a bad day.

It had been two days since I spoke to Ragna, but a week had passed.

Ragnar waited obediently.

Meanwhile, Ragnar was confident that he had complete control over his sword.

Even when swinging the sword with all his might, he could stop after cutting off just one hair. He could stop perfectly, without even leaving a red mark on the skin.

If it had been two days, I might have ended the fight by cutting off one of my arms, but not now.

“I’ve been waiting for a long time.”

It was in the center of the training ground. Ragna swung his sword alone in the same place every day.

On the surface, it didn’t look like he was training in great swordsmanship. Rather, it was a series of swordsmanship that seemed even more sloppy than before.

On one side, Rem was sitting on a chair she had made, her arms crossed.

Next to him, Audin was sitting on a large rock he had brought from somewhere as a chair.

It seemed like he was looking at Dunbakel, Teresa, Pell, and Lawford.

Saxony was away today as well, and so was Esther.

Both of them were very busy.

Encred didn’t care what anyone thought.

He raised his sword and aimed. The tip of Aker’s sword became a dot and pointed at his opponent.

The pressure based on coercion and willpower reached Ragnar.

Ragnar was indifferent.

To Encred, Ragnar didn’t seem particularly intimidating. Rather, he seemed weaker than before.

“If you miss, you die.”

That is the moment when Ragnar’s mouth opens.

It is outside of our cognition. Therefore, we cannot see it with our eyes, and it is only caught in our sixth sense.

Before I knew it, Ragnar’s black mark had drawn across my thigh.

It was a sword strike coming from an unexpected angle.

It was a speed and timing that made it impossible to even think of stopping Acheron.

Encred barely managed to shift his center of gravity back, relying on his instincts. Thanks to this, his body tilted backwards and he was not fatally injured.

The black blade of the black sword passed over the thin trousers. Blood dripped down from the torn area.

I knew it in one blow.

“article?”

Encred chanted.

“This is the entrance.”

Ragnar was indifferent. Rem, who was watching, opened his mouth because his indifferent attitude seemed even more unlucky.

“A bastard like Spenadul.”

Spenadul is a western word that literally means a young one who smokes tobacco through his anus.

If we look at it in a Western way, it had a profound meaning of hoping for something with meaningless actions, but in the West it was often used as an insult to lazy people.

Of course, it was something that no one could understand.

Even though I knew, I had no way of reacting.

Ragnar held his sword in the same manner. A black greatsword made of heavy brass was held in one hand, but it seemed lighter than a rapier.

If I struck him like that, the blade would bend like a whip.

Although he didn’t seem particularly intimidating, anyone who saw Ragnar now would probably back away.

His sword looked like an unstoppable scourge, and at times like a black bolt of lightning about to fall from the sky.

Even though he hadn’t swung his sword yet, everyone watching could see the power of the sword that Ragna was about to wield.

Audyn’s brow furrowed slightly. It was not a sword strike that could be blocked with the gold in it.

Even before the sword fell, Teresa had a vision of the shield splitting apart.

Dunbakel was sweating profusely.

In her eyes, I saw my death. It was a stabbing I should not face if I did not want to die.

Veins bulged out over Pel’s hand, which held the idol killer.

Lawford thought of a real knight of the Order he had seen only once.

Lawford also saw it clearly.

Luagarne stood to one side and stared blankly at Encred.

Everyone looks tense.

That’s what a knight was. He was a natural disaster that changed the surrounding atmosphere just by existing. It was a disaster.

What if that disaster stands before you, wielding a sword? What if that sword is aimed at you?

Prock’s bulging eyes did not leave Encred, but Ragnar, who had reached the entrance of the knights.

To be exact, I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

‘Are you laughing?’

Encrid smiled.

It was the same smile as when the first boatman told Encred that he would die now, that the wall would block his path, and that he would have to repeat the day.

No one would know, but it happened.

Encrid laughed.

hook.

The black lightning was not accompanied by any thunder. It seemed as if the blade, without any thunder, would split Encrid in two.

Zzz!

As expected, that didn’t happen.

Gulp.

Encred raised his sword over his forehead to block, but was pushed back and his forehead was cut by the blade of the sword he was holding. Droplets of blood flowed out.

It was a crossing of Aker and Gladius that blocked the black lightning just before it struck.

It was a close call, but I managed to stop it.

He had been hastily swinging his gladius and his forehead was scratched, causing blood to flow.

Encred’s face turned red from the amount of blood flowing out.

Still, he did not close his eyes.

It’s not like I had any realization.

Encred was a wanderer who spent his entire life searching for a way, wandering the path, and searching for landmarks.

He was a madman who had come this far by patching up and weaving together his shattered and torn dreams.

That’s why I was happy at that moment.