A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 452



Only Noblemtl

452. Let’s die laughing

Bang.

Encred raised his Aker vertically towards the head of the approaching spider. The blade pierced the creature’s head and stuck a hand’s length into the ground.

He stepped on the spider’s back with his foot and pulled out his sword, and black blood flowed along the blade.

‘A lot.’

In the distance, spiders were swarming around. They kept swarming around. But there weren’t many around right away.

It was a battlefield where it was more advantageous to counterattack than to rush in. My intuition told me so. So it was okay to look away.

Encred’s gaze turned to the place in front of Oara, where the monsters were gathered.

The spider swung its eight arms.

Hooooooooooooo!

The wind gusted forward with the sound of the blade being swung, and the rotation and movement of the blade created a circular barrier in front of Oara.

It looked like a disc made of Rem’s sling.

Instead of rushing in all at once, the spider moved one step at a time. It was walking speed. At that speed, the shield made of blades began to approach Oara.

Looking at that, Encrid thought.

‘What would I have done?’

It was a different fighting style than before.

Should I just stab him with my sword? I can’t do that. No, it would be more correct to say that I shouldn’t do that.

‘I can’t see any gaps.’

To stick your sword in and leave it to chance is not to win, it is to give up.

The spider isn’t the end.

Owlbear began to move. It was a strangely silent gait, a movement that made little to no sound.

Even though darkness had fallen, the red moon had risen. At this level, there was no problem seeing it.

Yet the large body of the Owlbear blurred as if it was blending into the darkness.

It was like seeing Saxony disappear before my eyes.

A knife that hides and waits for an opening.

It’s like stabbing someone without killing them.

The ghoul leisurely walked around from behind the spider to the side, making a detour.

The arms were outstretched, and the long nails at the end of them would have been fatal if even a slight touch were to touch them.

This is fucking true.

That was my honest feeling.

Encred switched places with Aura in his head.

Die. It’s a wall.

Nevertheless, what should you do if you find yourself there?

The back of Oara was visible. Her red cloak was billowing in the wind, and the tip of her sword was pointed diagonally toward the sky. She was holding the sword with both hands.

“That’s fun.”

At that moment, Oara’s whisper was heard.

Encred could only see her back, but he could tell the expression on her face.

She would have been smiling.

He would be smiling so brightly, incomparable to the smile that Ghoul stole.

Smiling Oara.

How do knights get nicknames?

It sticks by proving yourself.

This is what happens when you show it through action and put it into practice.

“Everyone, watch carefully. I’ll show you what a knight’s fight is like.”

Oara’s voice spread out at a reasonable volume.

Preparations for dealing with knights, traps, and special creatures.

Everything was a threat. It could have been called a crisis.

“I can’t do that either.”

Rem also said.

To be exact, it’s impossible right now, but what’s the use of talking about something you don’t even have?

The last words were something I kept to myself.

Oara continued to speak with her back and sword.

From now on, just chew on some beef jerky and watch.

Encred did so, but instead of chewing on the jerky, he threw away his drawn sword.

Meanwhile, two spiders approached and got caught on the sword, splitting their heads apart.

As I pulled my sword back to strike, Oara moved.

Encred missed her movement for a moment.

Becoming a knight brings with it a whole new level of reflexes and motor skills.

Hitting at an incomprehensible angle.

It moves at an incomprehensible speed.

Even if you try to see it, it’s difficult to see it properly.

Encred knew that from experience.

Haven’t you already faced a knight-level force?

“If you try to see it as a dot, you won’t be able to see it anyway.”

Luagarne’s words came to mind. Encred did not look at the movements, but at the flow.

It was only then that I caught a glimpse of them fighting.

Oara’s sword fell over the spider wall.

A straight, straight sword strike and a barrier met.

Tata dadadadadang!

The dim red moonlight falling through the pitch-black darkness, the darkness and the red moonlight being pushed away by golden sparks.

“The name of my sword is laughter.”

This is what Oara said during the sparring. The knight carries a engraved weapon.

An engraved weapon is a weapon that a knight imbues with his will.

Excellent craftsmanship, rare metals, the will of a knight.

It is an engraved weapon because it is a weapon that can be viewed or seen when three things are combined, and it is made by engraving the will in that way.

“My sword never breaks when I laugh.”

It was just as Encred had heard.

It is a weapon that is imbued with a will and soon feels like a part of my body.

Her sword was like that.

Something like white powder flew out among the golden sparks.

She returned, breaking through the barrier made by her black spider forearm and blade. Naturally, the sword ‘Laugh’ was not harmed at all.

“Let’s see how long we can hold it off!”

Oara’s scream erupted. The white powder was a piece of a blade made by a spider.

Oara’s laughter began to cut away the spider’s arm, which had turned into a knife.

Then, Owlbear suddenly popped out behind her.

Encrid didn’t miss it because he saw it from afar. But what if he saw it right in front of his nose?

It must have felt like dealing with Saxony.

Wasn’t suddenly flying blades his specialty?

Owlbear swung his fist instead of his blade. The feathered fist struck Oara in the back.

No, at the moment when it seemed as if she was about to strike, Oara’s body gently bent. Her body moved to the side, fluttering like a piece of cloth fluttering in the wind.

It was an amazing level of reflexes.

To Encred, it seemed like some kind of promised action.

Owlbear’s fist struck the air. There was a popping sound of air.

It was a loud noise that made you feel the power in the fist. It was a fist that tore through sound.

At the same time, Oara’s face appeared. Her feet appeared. Her hands appeared.

A soft smile, advancing feet, a bending wrist, a bending blade.

The blade was pointed at Owlbear’s neck. White light struck the monster’s neck.

Owlbear shrugged his shoulders and craned his neck inward.

The feathers around his neck stood up and blocked Oara’s sword.

Kagagak!

The blade seemed ready to cut through feathers and slit throats. Black blood spurted out.

The feathers sharpened by the blade were torn and shattered like shards of iron, bouncing off.

Then the spider removed the barrier, strode towards me, and swung its eight legs.

He swings his two arms down from above and makes two diagonal cuts. Two of them are aimed at the thighs, and the other two are aimed at the instep.

The eight bladed arms did their job.

Oara stopped cutting Owl Bear’s neck and pulled out his sword, revealing eight afterimages.

Her sword blocked each of the spider’s swords.

Encred felt his senses becoming more acute.

His ears picked up eight different sounds.

Pak, pok, jik, pick, slap, slap!

It was a fight that required a single point of concentration, sensory skills, and everything to watch.

Of the eight legs of Oara, five were cut off, and three were cut, torn, and broken.

It was impossible to see everything. But it was possible to see the results and guess the process. My head was spinning.

‘He broke my wrists, stabbed me, and beat me.’

Is that possible with just the movements of the wrist?

It was an article because it was possible.

By stabbing and twisting the sword in that manner, he tore off one of the spider’s arms, leaving it tattered, then swung the sword and cut off its second leg with a strong blow, and then struck the last leg with the blade, snapping it in half.

The broken spider’s arm dangled.

How can you move like that?

I don’t know. I don’t understand.

But it was a place I wanted to reach and a path I wanted to walk.

Ragnar, Shinar, the Mercenary King, and even the Knights of Azpen.

What would happen if those four gave it their all?

Oara was showing it now.

A mere swordsman speaks of omnipotence. That was the knight.

‘ah.’

It steals your gaze with its elasticity. It couldn’t be otherwise.

“Are you crazy?”

Rem nagged at him from the side.

“There are too many monsters. It’s strangely numerous.”

Luagarne feels ominous and says.

If a dull frog could say something like that, then the situation was serious.

Dunbakel began to tremble beside him.

Still, Encred looked at the smiling Oara. All his nerves and gaze were drawn to that place.

“Oh!”

The soldier shouts a slogan.

Oara responded to the call.

A ghoul that had intervened in the fight was about to stab me in the arm.

You can tell just by looking at the speed and angle.

‘article.’

The monster fights like a knight. Oara struck Owlbear’s fist with his sword in his right hand, and swung his left arm to block the ghoul’s claws.

It was a feat. He blocked the claws with the gauntlet on his left arm and turned the angle.

Kagak.

There are nail marks on the armour.

Meanwhile, the spider’s sword-like arm struck Oara’s torso.

Ohara held on.

puck.

He cleverly twisted his body to deflect the shock. It didn’t end there.

The sword that blocked Owlbear’s fist was now stuck in the spider’s head.

‘I missed it.’

This attack was truly invisible.

The spider was dead. The owlbear hid itself in the darkness again, and the ghoul stabbed its hands alternately.

Head, chest, stomach, thighs.

The goal was clear.

Just get stabbed once.

Oara blocked the attacks by moving her sword and armor alternately.

Meanwhile, Owlbear swung his arms widely from behind.

Phew!

Even though I wasn’t there, it felt like the wind was hitting my face.

It’s a swinging motion that is parallel to the ground. The hitting range was too wide.

Instead of stopping it, Oara jumped up from her spot, kicked Owlbear’s swinging arm away with the sole of her foot, and soared into the sky.

Oara twisted her body in the air and swung her sword downward from above. The curved blade appeared to have three branches.

It was a harmony of boundless power and speed.

Ghoul moved both arms. It was a movement that seemed to copy what Oara had received using her gauntlets.

There was a possessed exchange of blows.

It’s a fight that no matter who wins, it doesn’t matter.

and.

Bam. Bam.

Oara’s sword split the ghoul’s head, just as the ghoul’s claws stabbed Oara’s side.

“I won, you little rascal.”

Oara said, with the same smile.

A half-torn red cloak flapped in the wind.

Owlbear, whose face had already been cut off, still had a torn piece of cloak hanging in his hand.

A ghoul with his head split open vertically, Jerricks fell to the floor with a thud.

“Wow!”

Roman let out a roar. It was a roar of victory.

“There’s too much. Someone’s going to spill it out.”

Luagarne said. The spider monsters were still coming out.

“I think so.”

Even though Asia went inside, the problem wasn’t solved.

Was it over now? At least I could see that I had bought myself some time to breathe.

That’s what Encred thinks.

Dunbakel flinched and felt his entire body muscles contract.

Why? I don’t know.

Fear sometimes pushes us beyond the limits of our intuition. That was the case with Dunbakel.

She sensed it and said.

“What is coming?”

Dunbakel’s gaze turned to one side as he opened his mouth.

Aura’s gaze also turned in that direction.

It was a little late for Encred to see this.

Bam!

It was in front of Oara, who had killed three monsters. A monster covered in red muscles was visible. Two legs, two arms, wings that resembled the membrane of a bat, and a broken horn rising above its forehead.

Among the monsters, there are some very special ones, and on the continent they are called mines.

It was the kind of thing you would only see in a place called the Great Demonic Cult.

Dunbakel smelled sulfur.

The monster that seemed to have come out of hell ran like a long line and attacked Oara as soon as it appeared. It crushed Oara, who had used up the last of his strength.

Oara, who barely managed to block the attack, spoke while blocking the bastard’s hand with her left hand and her right hand holding the blade.

“… …Everyone, run away.”

Oara said.

“Fuck, you piece of shit.”

Rem also said.

“Balrog? No, it’s just a piece of Balrog.”

Luagarne recognized her opponent.

As soon as it appeared, it overwhelmed its surroundings. The monster’s presence overwhelmed the entire battlefield.

It seemed to be saying that this is what coercion is.

All the soldiers’ feet were stiff.

Crackle.

Meanwhile, there were soldiers who died on the spider’s legs.

There were also soldiers who opened their mouths in silence.

Dunbakel was gripped by fear. As a waterman, his eyes allowed him to see the current situation more clearly than anyone else.

I saw Oara’s arms tremble and my heart felt like it was shrinking from the overwhelming pressure from the enemy monster.

I had to run away right away without looking back.

Fear made her head spin.

Dunbakel ran forward without realizing it. He ran and swung his sword at the newly appeared monster.

The demon kept its hand pointed at Oara and struck Dunbakel’s head with an upper kick.

pop!

The skull was fractured and blood poured out.

“Dunbakel!”

Encred shouted. The Will of Refusal was activated. His body moved.

“I told you to run away.”

Oara muttered and moved. She pushed away the hand that was pressing down on her with both hands.

There were several attempts, but the results were not very good.

Sigh.

Oara’s neck was broken after being hit in the head.

Got stabbed in the side by a ghoul?

No, even if that wasn’t the case, I had already exhausted all my strength.

She was so poisoned by the most venomous poison that she was not in a position to fight for long.

So, that monster attacked after setting the stage so that we couldn’t fight properly.

He was a gloomy guy.

He was a very foolish man.

Encred stepped forward with his sword in hand and knew that this was a dog’s death.

But my body didn’t listen to me.

It wasn’t just like that.

The moment I saw Aura die.

“Let’s die laughing!”

Roman shouts.

“Let’s die laughing!”

“Oh!”

“Oh!”

Oha is a relief named after her.

This city is the city of Oara.

The city protected by Knight Oara.

The excitement soared.

In the past, if you did something like this, knowing you would die, everyone would say you were crazy, but here, there were only crazy people like that.

The guy who has the piece of Balrog or something is about the same level as a knight.

‘The three demons are worse than that.’

It’s a clear power difference.

Meanwhile, spider monsters continued to attack, and arrows made of thread continued to fly overhead.

It was the arrow that killed Milio.

Encred exchanged five sword strikes with the monster known as the Balrog Fragment.

Even though his swordsmanship and body movements were almost miraculous, he was eventually kicked in the side and fell down.

And then I saw dead Roman.

I heard Rem muttering as he rolled over beside me, spitting up blood.

“I should have gone a long time ago.”

Starting with Dunbakel, everyone died. It was a massacre.

The city that Oara was trying to protect disappears.

Encred took it all in. As his breathing became increasingly difficult, the surroundings began to darken.

I’ve died so many times that I have a rough idea.

‘You got it wrong.’

The impact shook his insides, even the bandage-like armor could not withstand. Broken ribs pierced and tore his internal organs.

“Coolook.”

I started coughing. Blood started gushing out.

He was about to die. Just before closing his eyes, Encred saw a monster called the Balrog’s Fragment annihilating the soldiers.

One swing of the club kills two or three men. The bastard holds the weapon of the Roman he killed.

Boom! Bam!

It bursts, breaks, and flies away.

“Eww!”

“Let’s die laughing!”

The soldier cried out before he died. I don’t know his name, but it was a familiar face.

Everything Oara was trying to protect was falling apart.

Encred closed his eyes. He had passed through a short but long dark tunnel.

Swaying.

The boat rocked with the movement of the waves. When I opened my eyes again, I saw a purple lamp.

“You’ll love this wall.”

The boatman spoke with great excitement. Before Encrid could reply, he closed his eyes and opened them again.

Kkaaaak!

It was a repeating day where I now knew that the scream was that of a screaming spider.

Even if I wake up before midnight, it doesn’t feel like morning has begun.

The start of today starts from the moment you wake up.

So, today was very short.