Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 388

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388. The sky is not fair

Sigh!

A net falls over one’s head. Ragna lightly swung her sword vertically towards her. She was neither very fast nor very slow, but suddenly her blade seemed to narrow and turn into a line, and the line cut through the net.

“what!”

The colleague who threw the net shouts. Yon knew something was wrong, but he had no time to say anything.

I had to extend my left hand forward, hold the point close to the blade of the glaive, and stab and swing it with short strikes.

Land, Tadang!

It had to be because the sword that cut the net came before me and fell from above.

Even though I laid down the glaive blade and struck it away, the blade followed along with its tenacity and tried to cut the spear shaft. Yon pulled the glaive and blocked it again, applying force and striking the blade upward. Even with just three short movements, both hands went numb.

‘Are your hands numb?’

Yon was also an excellent warrior. He knew how to handle Will too.

Will cannot be expressed naturally, but it can be exercised through skill.

He can do what a semi-engineer can do. Could.

However, with just one clash, the gap was felt. You can never win. I’m at a loss. I feel like I’m trapped in a coffin with all sides blocked. It felt like someone was holding my arms and legs and squeezing them.

‘A monster bastard?’

The first time we fought, it was like a joke. After putting the sword back in its sheath and drawing it, I became a different person.

The guy jumped back as fast as he came and swung his sword sideways. It’s fast but heavy. He was too late to dodge. The mercenary who threw the bow held up a round shield.

For that alone, he deserved praise. Because I at least pretended to block it.

Jump! puck!

Ragnar’s sword cuts through shields and humans alike.

The guy who jumped back and swung his sword was already running sideways in a circle. Yon’s gaze belatedly followed him. The head of his colleague who had thrown the net was seen flying in the air. Blood flowed and scattered.

The opponent didn’t stop. He dodged the spear aimed at his back and swung his sword again without any hesitation, as if there was no muscle fatigue.

“Turn it off!”

One of the more talented spearmen dodged it and a long line appeared under his uvula. Blood spurted out and a gaping hole came into view.

Yon then grabbed both of his numb arms and threw them to the side.

Before he knew it, he saw a sword falling over his head.

The other person’s face was also visible. It’s not a face that shows impatience or strength. All he had was an indifferent expression, as if he was just doing something boring.

“OMG!”

Will was activated in Yon’s body. Deliver willpower through the blade of the glaive. It was a technique called ‘punching’.

It is an art filled with will that bounces off the opponent’s weapon that touches it so loudly that it loses its grip for an instant.

Against that, Ragna showed his will to cut.

The will to ‘cut’ overtook the will to ‘slash away’.

Ragnar’s body passed by Yon. Yon stopped right there.

Soon, a slanted line appeared on Yon’s head, and blood began to trickle out between the lines.

Take a look.

It is a head split along the line of the skull. From above the right eyebrow to below the left cheekbone. Thanks to that, my mouth was fine.

The dying Yon’s mouth opened.

“Uddddud.”

This is the noise made when the front teeth meet. It didn’t mean anything. Of course, even if it had been conveyed with meaning, the man in front of him would not have even heard it.

Ragna, who cut and killed six people in one go, turned around. She didn’t seem to be in a hurry, but her steps were fast.

As I was entering the castle gate, I saw Andrew and the five trainees gasping for air after killing their opponent.

One of the enemy soldiers holding a mace was lying down with two swords stuck in his stomach and his ankles bent backwards.

Next to him, there was a guy with a sword stuck in his heart.

I saw it, passed it by.

Dunbakel is still fighting in the distance, but that beastman will not die easily.

Isn’t taking care of one’s life in the first place the greatest talent?

Of course, Ragnar did not move with various thoughts and calculations.

I just found motivation.

All I had to do was go towards where I needed to be.

I went straight through the road gate and climbed up the castle wall.

And from Ragnar’s battlefield, the fight stopped like paint spreading.

This happened because the enemy soldier’s hand stopped when he saw it up close. It was a natural thing to do since it was a position to protect allies as long as they did not attack them.

In the midst of a strange confrontation, Ragna rose above the castle gate.

“Is it dangerous for the palace?”

Squire Lawford calmed down his excitement, but when he saw Ragnar’s fight, his mouth fell open again, and he was just about to close it again.

“Oh, that’s it.”

Lawford’s thoughts changed slightly in the meantime. It was natural. He is a person who has been swayed by the opinions of others throughout his life. Aside from the talent he had, it was a matter of personality.

That’s why it comes out.

“It may not be true, it may be wrong… … .”

To Ragna, those words sounded like ‘It could be true’ or ‘It could be true’.

“I go first.”

That was enough.

“Where are you going?”

For a moment, Lawford realized that the man in front of him had very poor navigation skills.

It wasn’t just that he was terrible, he was a person who had no talent for finding his way to the point where he couldn’t even guess where he would go if left alone in the city.

“Palace.”

“Travel alone… … .”

“I know a shortcut.”

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Ragnar understood Lawford’s words. Is Encred in danger? Maybe not. There may be no unexpected danger. It might be the opposite.

So just go and have a look.

Wasn’t the enemy that was immediately threatening beyond the castle gate now a ghoul with missing limbs?

So, you can leave your seat. Dunbakhel and Andrew will be the only ones left.

That’s why I’m going alone. Even if an unexpected danger comes here, they will do a good job of preventing it.

“… … yes?”

Lawford didn’t know which was right. But he knew he couldn’t stop the man in front of him from leaving.

It is a clear and vivid expression of will.

“Goes.”

Ragnar said and turned around.

If Andrew were here, he would be slapping his forehead and shaking his head.

Aren’t you the worst person when it comes to finding your way?

However, Andrew was taking a breath under the castle gate and thinking back to Ragnar’s fight he had seen a little while ago.

It was a shocking battle.

So there was no one to stop it.

Ragnar turned and looked towards the palace.

It was normal for people to live together in the city, so of course the city was big. The royal palace is only vaguely visible.

Even if you ride diligently on horseback, you must run for as long as the long horse ride lasts.

Of course, it is not a route that will take half a day, but it is difficult to say that it is close.

However, the road was not pretty and friendly either.

The outer road leading to the royal palace was also built along the city wall, so it was not a simple straight line.

This is because it is difficult to proceed properly if you do not know the way.

That kind of path would be closer to a maze for Ragna.

Nevertheless, the royal palace was visible. That’s why Ragna really knew a shortcut.

Even if it’s Ragnar, there’s no way he can’t even run straight after seeing something vaguely visible.

He jumped onto the roof. He ran over the city. He ran with the palace in sight.

As I was running, I saw Saxony moving in a similar direction.

I also saw a savage bastard who came back with his whole body soaked in blood, wondering what he had done.

Lastly, in the distance, there was a leopard similarly running on the roof.

I only saw it in passing. Ragnar ignored everything and ran.

I get lost frequently, so I’m used to walking and running.

He used all his skills to run fast.

Boom boom! Woojik, puk!

The ceiling that served as the floor was broken. It was because I ran without considering the circumstances.

“100 million!”

“Did you get struck by lightning?”

“evil! What!”

As I ran, regardless of whether anything broke under my feet or not, some of the citizens below shouted in surprise.

Parts of the eaves and roof broke and fell down. Ragna continued running. The path he took was a shortcut.

We must pass through the city and guard the front of the royal palace, but pass by while ignoring a few fallen soldiers.

“Oh!”

Someone saw Ragnar and shouted, but he was ignored. He ran straight into the palace. Ragnar says she is not a hunter and she does not have the talent to do so.

You can’t chase someone by the smell or traces of blood.

However, the instincts of the person holding the sword are clearer and sharper than anyone else’s.

I felt the presence of force, murderous intent, and overwhelming force.

Ragna moved based on instinct.

To some extent, it was natural to find the destination as soon as I arrived. Because it was very clear where things broke out in the palace, where the noise was made, and where it was most intense.

Ragna ran there. Before she knew it, her back was turned to the falling sunlight. She leaps upward, catching the glow of the glow on her back. Encred could be seen beyond the broken window and half-broken window frame. I also saw the back of the person who blocked the path.

Ragna kicked off the roof and trees and flew away.

Whoever broke it, the window had already been carefully and cleanly broken into pieces of glass. Ragna threw her body into the broken window.

Tuk.

A sword was hung on the window frame. This is because the sword is long and thick. I ignored it and pulled it.

bang!

The window frame is broken. The wooden frame broke and pieces scattered. Ragna drew her sword and advanced.

Gather your strength from top to bottom and push it down vertically.

It is a brutal slash. It’s an unpredictable blow.

Nevertheless, the opponent forced his way through the gap and stabbed with his sword.

It was a sword that cut the flow.

Ragna pulled the sword he was striking down.

He was faithful to the heavy and fast sword.

I picked up the pace.

If the guy in front of me stabbed him with his sword, he would also have a hole in his stomach, but then the opponent’s body would be split vertically.

hook.

The sword cut through the air and stopped.

This was because the opponent retrieved the sword he was stabbing with and retreated.

“… … who?”

The guy who stepped back, tilted the sword vertically and held it with both hands opened his mouth.

Ragnar did not answer. Because there is no need for that.

Since the captain was almost defeated, the first thing to do was to kill him or beat him until he was about to be killed.

Every human has their own hell, but Ragnar’s hell was a life of wandering and losing one’s way.

Because no one can touch the boredom that has built up inside my heart.

There is a person who has become a guidepost in such wandering.

And there is a guy who tried to make that person die.

There is no need for words.

He took his foot off and started swinging his sword.

The original specialty of a heavy sword is hitting heavily. In order to gain strength, I had to make proper preliminary movements.

Conversely, with a fast sword, it is not the pre-movement that comes first, but the first thing that comes first is extending the sword faster than the opponent’s reaction.

For no reason was stabbing the symbol of a quick sword.

However, Ragnar mixed two characteristics.

How is that possible?

Just reduce the pre-operation and let the rest take care of itself.

“You can do it yourself.”

Ragnar said the same thing when teaching Encred.

There was nothing else to say other than that. If you make up your mind and make up your mind, it will happen. It’s a talent. That’s how the saying goes that you can just do it yourself.

The sword sweeps the wall. Puka go! A block of stone is cut and pieces of stone fly out. Before the piece of stone fell to the floor, the blade skimmed the wall and landed right in front of the opponent’s nose.

The opponent decided that he could not be stopped.

Are you coming in here to cut off Mac?

There is no way.

Although he remained a semi-knight throughout his life, the man was one of the most wealthy men among the knights.

His talent was real. That’s why he was able to come this far.

When I saw one, I knew I could do three, and when I saw three, I knew I could do more than ten.

Nevertheless, he was the second among the knights of the Order.

The semi-knight threw down his sword several times. Increase the number of times you swing your sword to stop your opponent from slashing. As soon as the flow stopped, the momentum quickly died.

In the end, he struck down the approaching sword and pushed it away.

earth!

A metallic sound rang between the two.

‘Heavy sword.’

The heavy sword must be able to carry the momentum and strike successively. Since I can’t do that, I’m pushed out. This means that you have an advantage.

I was surprised for a moment because he suddenly attacked me, but nothing changed.

‘My talent is superior.’

It wasn’t long before my thoughts changed.

This is when only ten swords were exchanged.

“… … “What are you doing?”

The man’s mouth opened.

Ragnar still did not respond. He instead looked at his opponent’s sword and figured it out.

Isn’t this a pretty good technique?

A sword technique is revealed to the eyes of a genius armed with unprecedented motivation.

“does not make sense.”

The assistant driver denied it. This is something even a knight could not do.

“You shouldn’t ignore something just because you don’t understand it. Then there is no next time.”

Here again, I remember why the words of the knight who taught me came to mind.

I swing my sword, destroying the sunset. He showed off his secret skills.

wrote Will. It is an unknown power based on will.

Beyond stopping his pulse, his arm and leg strength, reaction speed, etc. instantly broke their limits.

All skills become faster and stronger. Accelerates and gains strength.

Thrusting, cutting, and bending, the sword was swung outside the opponent’s field of vision.

Ragna deflected the stabbing sword, blocked it with his cutting sword, and threw it away with his sword, which rapidly increased its speed. In other words, everything was cut off.

Ragna’s sword did not stop there, and he struck, pulled out, and swung the long, large sword as if swinging a thin tree branch.

In order to accelerate, I had to put my foot out, and Ragnar’s sword passed by that spot.

You have to raise your sword from bottom to top to make the opponent retreat, but conversely, the opponent’s sword stabs forward first.

Although it is not a great power, the pulse was cut off one after another.

After making the opponent retreat.

“This is how you do it.”

Ragna’s mouth opened.

“you.”

Why did a man who believed in his talent come this far?

Just power? no.

Blood vessels burst from his eyes.

There was a guy in the knights who was higher than him.

If it’s a knight, okay, let’s say there’s nothing you can do.

But it was the same quasi-knight. He said that when he fights in the first place, he is always the one who wins.

I fought a hundred times and won a hundred times.

So even if we fight a thousand times, it should not change. But no.

The guys came up, step by step, one by one.

In the end, I started losing once every ten fights, and soon there came a point where it was difficult to win even five out of ten fights.

“why!”

cried out.

I got angry and asked why I had a guy like that in front of me.

The sky is not fair. Lady Luck is biased.

I felt like my talent was limited, but why did he do that?

Ragnar’s sword and the semi-knight’s sword intersect. One sword cut off the neck, and the other sword pierced the air in vain.

That was it.

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