A Knight Who Eternally Regresses - Chapter 456



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456. How to seize the initiative

Encred wanted Rem to be neat, witty, and quick-witted when it came to doing things.

And Rem would do that.

‘I’ll take care of it.’

It was not an unreasonable belief.

The Rem I’ve seen so far was like that.

What Encred wanted was to kill the leader of a special type of monster that shoots arrows using balled-up thread.

I also wanted to reduce the number of monsters.

Although he didn’t go into detail, Rem and Dunbakel would know what to do.

Could there be dangerous monsters there too?

There will be.

but.

‘If I were a monster.’

I wouldn’t waste my energy on Oara like that. I was going to draw more attention to her from now on.

Encred thought and thought and pondered over this day countless times.

In that way, I was able to stand in the enemy’s shoes and look at my allies with my gaze changed.

‘What is the most threatening?’

No need to ask. Come on.

‘What is the purpose?’

I already know this too.

‘Come, knight.’

They focused on killing one knight named Oara.

If Oara tried to kill Nuclear to get rid of the Demon Realm, they did the same thing.

Encred confirmed it today by reading the enemy’s intentions, guessing their thoughts, and repeating them.

“Are you born with a natural instinct for seeing the battlefield?”

Roman muttered something like this, but it wasn’t really like that.

I just did it because I had experience.

Anyway, I spent today like that again and again.

And yet, not once did I throw away today to gain information or anything like that.

This part surprised even the boatman.

Encred simply spent today, every day, every day like a madman, swinging his sword and stuffing information coming from his surroundings into his head.

That’s how today started.

Bottom line, Rem and Dunbakel will do their own thing.

So Encred had to do what he had to do.

“after.”

He puffed out his cheeks, exhaled, then pursed his lips and sucked in air.

Thump, Encred started walking forward. His body felt light. His condition was not bad. No, it was good.

More than usual.

The desire lit a fire in my heart and brought out elation.

Encred increased his speed to a light sprint, and Luagarne followed behind him.

The sight was seen by Oara on the wall, and nearby, by Roman, the short blonde, and Asia.

I decided to buy trust through action.

So, just show it properly.

Encred’s eyes caught sight of the head of a spider monster rushing towards him. Dozens of sidelong eyes, a snout that split left and right, and sturdy legs that weren’t made of hammered iron.

It is a faster creature than other creatures. It suddenly came closer and crossed its two front legs like scissors.

The doors of my sixth sense opened and I felt time slowing down due to my concentration.

The creature’s blade-like legs were visible. There were saw-like protrusions at regular intervals, like saw blades.

I also felt the power carried by the two crossed legs.

I felt like my body was going to get torn apart as I got caught there.

Even a simple brush would tear your flesh to shreds.

Then all I had to do was move before it touched me.

In the cracks of split time, thoughts accelerated and moved.

Encred drew Aker from bottom to top.

The blade, drawing a smooth arc, cut through two of the spider’s legs and passed through, slicing open its head.

‘There is no need to stop.’

Think and move.

Encrid cut down one of the monsters and then moved forward, swinging Aker with only his right hand.

Encred’s two feet stamped the floor fiercely, skimming and sliding.

He twisted his waist, twisted his ankles, struck, stabbed, and swung his sword.

Pok, slap, pok, slap, crack.

‘What do you need when dealing with multiple people?’

It’s about boldness and judgment.

It also required the skill to make judgments based on instinct rather than thought, and to make those judgments always correct.

Rem was the best at it.

His axe moved instinctively, drawing a smooth trajectory.

Encred copied Rem.

Ting, before I knew it, I had pulled out a spark in my left hand.

Copying is not a skill, it’s a momentum.

‘I am a savage.’

Crazy savage.

A savage with a hobby of splitting the heads of nobles.

A savage who starts a fight when he sees something he doesn’t like.

The swords in Encred’s hands curved like whips and moved like rays of light.

The spark that had become a ray of light shot obliquely downwards. It seemed as if it was piercing the empty space, but it wasn’t.

A spider monster poked its head into a place where there had been nothing.

Kiririririk!

A large spider supported itself on its legs, thrusting its butt out and getting its head impaled on a spark.

Stabbing and pulling out. It was a sword strike with a speed outside of the ordinary.

Puff.

A monster with a hole in its head was dying, spewing poison from the hole in its butt.

A dark brown liquid flew into the air and splashed down on the floor.

Naturally, it did not reach or affect Encred.

As one of the poison-spraying beasts fell to the ground, Aker dashed across the battlefield like a swallow.

It’s a repetition of hitting, beating, and breaking.

Encrid lowered his head as he felt a presence behind him.

Peek- A spider’s leg passed over his head. A few strands of hair were cut off and flew into the air, and Encred twisted his waist and stretched his legs backward.

Bang.

The spider’s head was crushed as it was caught on the heel of the foot.

As I stretched my legs back, I saw an ant crawling on the ground, using its two front legs like a sickle to stab the top of my left foot.

Encred pulled his outstretched leg forward.

Just before the arm, curved like a scythe, could strike the left instep, a boot with a metal plate on the instep kicked the spider.

Liar!

It was a relatively small monster. The skill of cutting off the body burst it.

The top of the boot was soaked with black fluid.

Big ones, small ones, medium ones, ones that spit poison, ones that spit string, ones that use their legs like swords, ones that charge forward, ones that crawl up from tunnels, and ones that sneak up behind you.

There are many. There are plenty of people to kill.

Encred saw the future an inch ahead.

And then he swung his sword.

Aker struck down from above, sheathing the sparks in his sword as he drew his gladius and struck the ground.

After doing two movements at the same time, he jumped sideways.

Bam!

A whip with an iron weight at the end filled the gap. It was Luagarne’s help.

The place I jumped to was right in the middle of a horde of monsters.

A few spider demons reached out their arms. I turned my head to dodge them, then held my sword upright and struck the spider demons’ forearms with the blade, knocking them away.

It was possible because there was an overwhelming difference in skill.

Of course, even so, it was still half-crazy.

Conversely, when crazy things are successful, they can become great things.

After all, the difference between a madman and a hero is only a hair’s breadth.

Encred was doing just that right now.

After dodging and blocking, I took a position. I was in the middle of a horde of monsters.

Encred, who had squeezed his way in between the monsters, grabbed Aker with both hands and swung it wildly.

It was a swordsmanship with centrifugal force that took advantage of the technique of the middle sword.

His swordsmanship tore and shattered the monsters like a typhoon.

Beep beep beep!

Everything that touched the blade was cut and slashed.

With one blow, he created a hole in the middle of a horde of monsters.

Encred’s surroundings were momentarily blank as he swung his sword.

Encred took a deep breath and swung his blade into the air. Black fluid splashed onto the floor.

After learning the monster’s pattern through repeated todays.

Encred painted his pictures over patterns he had memorized through intuition and instinct.

Having figured out and predicted the nature of the monsters, the battlefield is a painting drawn on canvas using the monsters’ black blood as paint.

Normally, it would be impossible to know all the habits of a monster, but not now.

Today, when Oara died, today, when he died, today, when Rem had a hole in her stomach, today, when Asia’s throat was cut, today, when Luagarne died with her heart pierced, today, when Roman died without being able to do anything, there were countless todays like that.

Today, the accumulated experiences have been condensed into one person.

That’s why, at least on this stage, Encred was the most experienced hunter.

‘Not bad.’

The more I move, the more my body feels relaxed. I don’t get tired. This is true even though I used Will, Giant Strike, and Severing Will here and there.

Encrid didn’t stop.

For a moment, I forgot about Rem and Oara and ran. I swung my sword and moved my feet. I fought without stopping.

That was the moment to prove myself. And there were those who watched.

* * *

Since Millio was waiting in front of the gate, he was unaware of what was happening in front.

Just as I was about to open the gate, I heard someone tell me to close it, but there was no reason to follow that.

But, without realizing it, he almost followed those words and stopped moving.

“Close it.”

At that moment, Oara’s order was given.

Millio thought that even if there had been no order from the knight, he might have followed the shouts that had burst out from before him.

“Go up the wall. Everyone, take your bows.”

Millio spoke to the men he was leading and took off.

‘You little Admor. You’re not dead yet, are you?’

Even though Encred interfered, it was his own decision to send him out anyway.

A subtle worry took hold in one corner of my mind.

Of course, now was not the time for that. Aren’t the monsters swarming like never before?

It is a large wave among waves.

No one, including Oara, could mess things up on the battlefield by worrying about one comrade.

Millio took another step.

I knew I didn’t have to force myself to move, but I couldn’t help but feel my feet moving faster.

‘Why aren’t you shooting?’

The common sense in Thousand Bricks is that in order to reduce the number of monsters, you have to hit them with arrows before they approach.

And yet the arrow did not fly. Still.

Millio stood on the ramparts with a stride that quickened by itself. He then took hold of his bow and put an arrow on the string. Now all he had to do was wait for the order to shoot.

Although Oara was present, the conducting was done by someone else.

Originally, when the knights came out to fight, there was a separate person to command the archers from behind.

That’s how Thousand Bricks survived.

Millio saw that the man who was supposed to be in command was unable to continue speaking.

The same goes for the soldier who is supposed to wave the flag next to him.

No, it was the same as Aarado.

“That crazy kid.”

Oara said, twisting her lips upward.

Oh Ara always smiles. But her smile when she’s really excited is a little different.

It was a subtle difference that only Milio knew.

It was a special skill that Milio acquired after observing her for a long time.

This is reading Oara’s laughter.

To Milio, the current Oara seemed truly divine.

Naturally, Milio’s gaze turned forward.

Once upon a time, someone had seen a fight between a Red-cloaked Knight who was rising from a squire to a knight.

It was the battlefield of Naurilia and Azpen, and the middle of Green Pearl beyond the Border Guard.

The knight with his legs full of determination kicked off the ground and ran.

The subsequent swordsmanship was like a butterfly, and the movements were like lightning.

That’s how a single combatant roamed the battlefield. That’s what it would be like if a semi-knight level entered the ranks of the common soldiers.

It was a force that turned the battlefield upside down.

Milio didn’t see the fight. He only sees what he sees.

But I was seeing something similar just now.

It’s outside the city gate.

That was the reason why Aura smiled.

In the middle of a horde of monsters, the only ally around is a single Proc following behind.

Moreover, Prock’s fight was not even noticeable.

The author, who would have died without being able to hold out for even a few rounds, swings his sword. He cuts. He stabs. He cuts and breaks.

When you look at the loud noise from the left after the explosion on the right centered around Oara, you will see that they have already changed places.

Black dirt rose from where he had struck.

Before the mound of dirt could even fall, holes were blown through the heads of four monsters.

What kind of person could do that?

The light from a nearby torch flickered madly, illuminating his work.

Few soldiers have seen the Knights’ fight as closely as Milio.

That’s why we know that squires and knights are not invincible.

They also get tired and exhausted if they don’t sleep. If they don’t eat, they can’t function properly.

Milio’s palms were sweaty. His heart was racing. An inexplicable sense of elation was rising.

I don’t know what that author is fighting for.

If you were to ask who is at the forefront of this battlefield right now, Millio would answer confidently.

thud.

“Oh.”

A soldier stamped his foot and chanted a slogan.

“Oh!”

Another soldier shouts along with the slogan. Several others open their mouths at the same time.

The relief spreads. It’s support for one person.

Everyone in the city, everyone guarding the walls, watched with one mind. Even Oara.

“Encred!”

Shout out a person’s name. That was a strange thing.

Was the dance Encred showed just now any different from what the Knights had shown so far?

That wasn’t it.

Still, there was something about that man’s fight that set my heart on fire.

His heart raced. His chest grew hot. His hair turned white. A rush of elation coursed through his body, and Millio believed he could defeat any monster or whatever.

Even though the double moon rose, no one raised their head.

Also, no one said there was a crisis.

I was just watching a guy single-handedly slaughter a bunch of people who were about to become a threat.