Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 107

107. If it’s one to one

Encred knew that my intention had worked.

Turning the battlefield into a mess.

Look, the battlefield has now become a mess.

Of all the repetitions of today, this day has become a better one.

It’s the worst of all shit.

‘That’s it.’

It led to a melee, and it worked, resulting in a werewolf massacre.

Several soldiers died, but no matter how haphazardly they attacked, the soldiers who gathered together in small numbers and fought in a minimal formation had an advantage.

‘I think the soldier will win.’

While I was taking a breather on the outskirts of the mess I had caused, Roger rushed in.

It rushed forward and threw out a spear, but the blade looked like a dot.

It was a scary stab.

Instead of making a big move, Encred only slightly turned his body.

Gambison was already in tatters, but he trusted the strength of his leather armor.

Hung. Suddenly.

Just like that, the blade of the opponent’s spear grazed his side.

There is no stinging pain. If so, the armor held up.

Encred placed the spear pole on his side.

“joy!”

Roger gave his strength as he looked at Encred, who had his javelin stuck to his side.

The intention was to pull the spear out in one go and cut through the opponent’s arm and side.

Hold the spear blade by your side? I will tear you to shreds.

Beep-profit!

A moment that gave me strength.

With a strange sound, the front of my forehead felt scary and I threw my head back. No, just tilting my head back wasn’t enough, I also bent my back.

It was amazing reflexes and quickness.

‘doggish.’

With a ping, the blade grazed the forehead of his hair and helmet.

It was a throwing knife. The flying blade drew a long line cutting through the darkness.

Of course, it wasn’t visible.

I just felt it.

It was creepy. The horror quickly turned into anger.

When Roger uses his fiery anger as fuel to pull himself back together.

For some reason, I felt that the weight of the spear I was holding in my hand had disappeared.

“It’s time to meet the hair.”

It’s the same time I hear a voice. I saw a shadow blocking my head.

It was Encred. Before he knew it, it was running towards him and falling from above his head.

‘You bastard.’

Why do you want to fly like this?

It’s an agility that doesn’t match the size of the body.

A blade that strikes from top to bottom.

That was the last afterimage left in Roger’s eyes.

puck!

The top of his head split, and the helmet that covered his head and hid his hair split.

All of a sudden, brain fluid and blood flowed together through the burst head.

Tuk.

Encred got down to the ground and checked his body.

He grabbed the spear and fired a whistle dagger at the opponent’s forehead, then jumped forward and made a vertical slash. The movement and result were just as expected.

‘Not bad.’

There were no serious injuries. Although my side is sore from holding on to the spear just a moment ago.

I felt around my ribs with my fingers.

‘It wasn’t broken.’

Then it’s okay. There must have been some bruises.

“f*ck you! Leader!”

The cries of enemy soldiers were heard.

Some enemy soldiers saw Roger’s death, but what can they do?

Just because your eyes are bloodshot doesn’t mean you can attack the lycans you were dealing with.

The werewolf targeting them was still flashing its vicious fangs.

Anyway, with this one slash, the direction of the fight became strange.

Does it feel like the spearmen have suffered a bit due to Roger’s death?

Are you sure you still have the upper hand?

There were some people who died from werewolves in between episodes.

It was still like that now.

When the soldier saw the death of the hairless commander, his eyes widened and he was so excited that he hid his body and was hit on the head by a one-eyed lycanthrope.

puck!

He used his fist, not his one-eyed fingernail.

Instead of following your instinct and using your nails and teeth as weapons, you punch.

Yes, you have to do that to be considered the leader of the colony.

Is the leader of a monster colony telling anyone to do anything?

However, it is not just about using your fists. I used the weapons on my body faithfully.

One-eyed, he continued to fight against several soldiers, swinging his claws to strike out spear blades and breaking a couple of spear poles.

After killing the two guys, I hid behind my colony again.

The shadow of the trees, behind the enemy soldiers, behind other lycan babies running amok.

Hidden somehow and aiming for a surprise attack.

I used a similar tactic from earlier.

They continued to hide in the dark and make surprise attacks to exploit the gaps.

Encred gave up looking for the guy hiding among the group and quietly took a breath.

Meanwhile, a pike soldier rushed in.

“Revenge!”

You’re saying something that doesn’t make any sense.

The captain there was attacked one-on-one and defeated, so where are you all alone?

They were opponents that could have been defeated if they had fought one-on-one from the beginning.

Isn’t that why they made this mess?

Encred struck the flying spear with the face of his sword, pushed the ground with the sole of his foot, and pushed the sword along the spear.

Hehehehe.

The blade that peeled off the bark of the spear reached the spearman’s neck.

Wow.

A well-forged blade decapitates the enemy.

Blood gushing like a fountain from the half-cut neck.

Following the action of cutting the head, Encred used centrifugal force to swing his body and raise his sword right in front of his eyes.

‘I was wondering when it would come.’

Behind Encred.

A lycan cub was seen in a low posture near Roger’s body.

He is the leader of a pack of werewolves that has been sneaking up behind him.

Before you know it, this guy is back behind him.

A one-eyed lycanthrope.

Its yellow eyes shined and looked at Encred.

“Do you want to come first? Should I go?”

The werewolf leader is a more difficult opponent than Roger.

but.

Encred never had an easy day during the seventy-eight todays.

It’s not like I didn’t struggle just because I relaxed my shoulders.

therefore.

“let’s hurry.”

I didn’t think killing this guy would be that difficult.

In the split-second the fingernail splits the air, connecting dot to dot, the blade and nail collide.

After a few exchanges of offense and defense, Encred’s sword cut off the one-eyed werewolf’s arm.

‘Supremacy of weapons.’

I have never felt it as much as this time.

The sword made by investing Crona shined.

I broke the fingernails of the guy who was swinging at me repeatedly.

In that gap, he cut off his arm and achieved victory.

The one-eyed lycan swung its claws from bottom to top, splitting Encred’s spot vertically.

Encred moved his left foot to the side to avoid it and turned his body around.

Put your weight on the central axis from the top of your head to the crotch.

By adding muscle strength to the centrifugal force of the toes, knees, and waist, a heavy sword-style force was unleashed.

The spinning, extending sword cut through the moonlight and at the same time cut the werewolf’s throat.

Whoosh.

A blow that leaves no resistance in the hand.

A sword that hit exactly at the point of impact and cut off the head.

three.

The sound of a sword cutting through the air.

The werewolf’s head flew off.

It was all just a moment.

There was no silence.

There are only a few people who watched this fight.

What if the long spear units formed a formation and rushed in to fight?

It would have been Encred who died.

It would have been similar even if a pack of werewolves attacked.

But if it’s one-on-one in a melee.

‘I don’t think I’ll lose.’

So it was a situation that was created.

Moreover, the commander also experienced the habits and fighting style of the one-eyed lycan cub several times.

Of course, knowing habits is only meaningful when backed up with skills.

As he rotated half a circle and stretched out his sword, an illusion arose as if moonlight was swirling around Encred.

Of course, it was just an illusion.

Encred quietly took a step back.

Now was the time to take a breather.

Moreover, ‘today’ is not over yet.

The wall was still there.

* * *

Uh, isn’t that a little weird?

Was it like that originally?

I thought it was a crisis and ran, but that didn’t mean I could cross the middle of the battlefield, so I ended up going around to the side.

Torres saw Encred slash Roger with his sword and cut off the head of a one-eyed lycan cub.

This is the thought that comes to mind.

Has it changed?

We’ve sparred dozens of times since coming here.

The Encred back then and the Encred now were different.

‘What’s changed?’

Have your skills improved dramatically? I don’t think so.

‘I think the cut of the knife is a little cooler?’

There seems to be more room.

“Are you really good at fighting like that?”

Finn asked from next to me.

It is a rare skill. It seemed like everyone thought that the moment they saw it.

“You fight so well that I kill you.”

Finn, who was admiring his eyes, brightened fiercely, then suddenly stretched out his left foot, stepped on the ground, and kicked up a rock with his opposite foot.

Finn grabs the rock that rose up from his foot and throws it to the side while running.

The stone that flew away hit the enemy soldier in the back of the head.

The moment the guy who got hit on the head with a clicking sound lowered his head, the werewolf pounded his back with his nails.

puck!

There was no hole in my back with one hit. The armor wasn’t very strong.

However, in return for allowing the gap, the enemy soldier who was hit in the back had to roll to the side to avoid it, which disrupted the formation.

Two lycans burrowed in between those who were fighting in formation.

When the formation collapsed, the Lycan side had an absolute advantage.

Torres glanced in that direction and then looked away.

In the meantime, Finn, who is throwing stones, is also a strange woman.

Torres thought Encred was so strange right now. He was awkward. A strange feeling pricked his chest.

To put it into words, there is nothing to say.

It was just strange.

Very, very, very much.

‘why?’

If you think about it, it’s all strange, but let me point out just a few things.

‘First of all, skills.’

Torres didn’t want to fight the moon-drunk Lycan cub right before his eyes.

I don’t like being alone. You can win, but you can also die.

What if you try to stab your throat with a dagger and get caught somewhere wrong with your fingernail?

‘cadet.’

I get goosebumps all over my body. It was a meaningless imagination.

So, what about Encred?

‘Is your heart made of stone?’

Isn’t this boldness beyond the level of boldness?

Isn’t he showing off his tricks to evade the enemy, especially a group of heavily drugged enemy soldiers and werewolves?

Wouldn’t he kill the enemy commander with a single sword?

‘That one-eyed lycan was also shaved.’

After hitting his nails with the sword a few times, he cut off his head.

The skill was so smooth that my lower abdomen felt a little sore.

The sword that extended and rotated looked like it was bent like a whip.

Why are there guys like that?

‘ah.’

It was only then that Torres recognized the difference between the Encred he was sparring with and the Encred he is now.

‘The level of skill is different. ‘Proficiency level.’

I thought there were definitely some awkward and clumsy parts.

So he gave advice that the more he fights, the more he exploits the gaps, the better he will be able to close the gaps.

It looks like it has reached maturity.

At least that’s what the current spinning slash looked like.

‘In a few days?’

Was he a genius?

No, I know because we hung out together.

Encred’s talent in using his body is only so-so.

To be honest, I’m kind of dull to the point where it’s embarrassing to compare myself to anyone else.

‘Hey. What is this?’

If you just swing your sword, one or two people will die.

Even after killing the commander and One-eyed, werewolves and enemy soldiers occasionally attacked Encred.

I stepped on the step and my head was broken by the sharp swing of the sword.

The intended horizontal slash did not cut through the armor, but rather struck it like a heavy blow, destroying the ribs and internal organs.

Just because the blade doesn’t penetrate directly doesn’t mean the shock goes away.

It can be said to be a horizontal cut that clearly shows what a double sword technique is.

‘Aren’t they scared?’

If Encred was the enemy, I think he would be scared to fight.

Of course, Torres wasn’t the only one who thought that way.

Commander and leader.

Besides that, the number of dead people has increased by three or more.

Then, there was no one who attacked Encred.

Even the Lycans who lost their senses due to the full moon began to treat Encred as a non-existent person.

I passed by even after seeing it.

Go around and go.

‘Even if it’s like me, it’s like that.’

That left only the fight between the enemy soldiers and the Lycans.

The battle was almost over.

Encred was left alone, bathed in moonlight.

It doesn’t even look very awkward. In a familiar manner, Encred took a breath under the moonlight and calmly watched the rest of the fight.

The moment he saw that, Goosebumps appeared all over Torres’ body.

It’s surprising how werewolves and enemy soldiers avoid even one human.

It was also thanks to another question that arose.

A sense of discomfort continued to bother Torres.

‘Let’s just say the skills are the same.’

So, what about this situation?

There are more than one strange thing.

From the encounter between the lycan cubs and the gray dog ​​unit.

I kept wondering if there was something behind the dog hole.

‘How do you know the commander’s name?’

That really doesn’t make sense, does it?

It can’t be dismissed as a coincidence.

Once you start to have doubts, they keep coming back.

Now Torres did that.

While taking a detour like that, let’s just say that it’s strange.

“What keeps happening?”

Finn asked from next to me. Finn’s eyes darted everywhere as he ran.

Reading the direction of the battlefield.

Whoever of the two is left, shouldn’t they all be swept away?

At first, humans had the advantage.

Looking at it now, it looks like the Lycans will win.

Lycan avoided the evil dream called Encred from the beginning.

It wasn’t the human side.

I aimed at Encred a few more times. As a result, the number of people decreased further.

What happened like this? This is a situation created by one person. Encred, the leader of an independent platoon, a man with a pretty body and a pretty face.

Well, some kind of tactical genius?

Finn thought so.

“It’s just all weird.”

Torres, who was running next to me, kept making loud noises.

The two seemed quite close, but I don’t know anything, I don’t know this, I don’t know that.

Well, he was looking at Encred with eyes like this.

“Calm down, we have to deal with the rest.”

Saying that, Finn threw the ax from his waist as if he had made up his mind.

After making eye contact with an enemy soldier.

humming!

The hatchet left his hand and spun around, slamming into the enemy soldier’s chest.

The enemy soldier hit by the ax took a step back and collapsed.

“It hurts, dude.”

Finn said and ran.

Torres, running next to me, kept muttering something strange.

These are the two who joined Encred.

It took some time because I took a detour.

In any case, they kept their word to join within the visible range.

“Let me ask you something.”

And Torres had to ask. What is this situation and how did it happen?

Putting aside the fact that my skills have changed strangely.

Starting with the most urgent.

“How do you know the commander’s name?”

There was no plausible excuse for this.

Encred was gentle. What does it matter? This is it.

“by chance.”

“Accident?”

What are the odds of knowing the name of an enemy commander by chance?

“Kreis once told me that there was a strange guy among the enemy forces.”

It was a lie.

But can you check? does not exist. And it was plausible.

“ah.”

“I laughed at him for saying he was famous for hiding his hair.”

Although they are not city-level powerhouses, they are enemies. What they did there was also unusual.

I may have heard rumors through various channels.

Even in Azpen, some people might know the name of the frontier guard captain.

Then it is possible. It’s not possible.

“So this situation was intentional?”

“Of course it’s a coincidence. Who could have expected a pack of werewolves to come here?”

The look in their eyes asks if they are asking something so obvious.

That was very annoying to Torres.

“Does it matter? “I suddenly thought of a plan.”

Finn listened intently, wondering if Encred was a natural tactical genius.

Torres felt strangely relaxed in Encred’s tone, so it was awkward.

Both ears were open.

I guess you have to listen to it first.

“Let’s go over the wall. “Right now, no one would think that someone would climb over the castle wall, right?”

Anyone could see that the hole was a trap dug by the enemy.

I barely escaped from there.

What if the enemy soldiers secretly climb over the walls before returning to the city?

“I’m shocked?”

Finn agreed first. It seemed plausible. It was natural.

The plan was made through repeated today.

It was strange if this was clumsy.

“Write.”

Torres clicked his tongue, but he had to agree.

Anyway, the operation is still going on.

It seemed like what Encred said just now would be an extremely sharp dagger.

A dagger that will sting the enemy without even realizing it.

“Let’s go.”

Even before the fight between werewolves and enemy soldiers ended.

The three moved.

“Shit, it’s splattering!”

The soldier who was stabbing a spear into the lycan’s head shouted.

But I couldn’t chase after him.

The number of remaining soldiers is only twelve.

Although we can fight in formation.

To be honest, I didn’t want to fight with the guy who broke up Captain Roger.

“shit.”

So all I could do was swear for no reason.

fantasy,