A Knight Who Eternally Regresses Chapter 456

Enkred wanted Rem to take care of things neatly, wittily, and quickly.

And Lem would do it.

'I'll take care of it.'

It was not a belief without a reason.

The Rem I've seen so far was that kind of guy.

What Encreed wanted was to kill the leader of the unusual monster that bundled the threads and shot the bow.

I also wanted to reduce the number of sickle-and-sickle monsters.

I didn't go into details, but Rem and Dunbakel would know what to do.

Are there any dangerous monsters there?

There will be.

But.

"If I were a monster."

I don't waste so much power on Oara. I was going to draw more attention to this place from now on.

Encreed thought and thought over and over again over and over again.

Standing in the enemy's position, he could look at his allies with a change of gaze.

'What is the most threatening?'

There is no need to ask. Oara.

'What is the purpose?'

We already know this.

'Knight co.'

They focused on killing one knight, Oara.

If Oara wanted to kill the nuke in order to get rid of the demon lord, they did the sa thing.

Encreed had read the enemy's intentions, guessed their intentions, and repeated them today.

"Maybe you have a natural sense of seeing the battlefield."

Roman muttered, but it wasn't.

I just did it because I had experience.

Anyway, I spent this day and spent it again.

However, there was never a single day when I threw away information to get information.

The boatman was also surprised.

Encreed just spent today, every day, every day wielding his sword like a madman, crumpling the information coming from his surroundings into his head.

That was how it started today.

In conclusion, Rem and Dunbakel will do their job.

So Encreed had to do his job.

"Hoo."

He puffed out his cheeks, exhaled, and pursed his lips to suck in air.

Tuk-tuk, Encreed began to move forward. I felt light. The condition was not bad. No, it was good.

More than usual.

What he wanted led the fire in his heart and brought out a sense of uplift.

Encreed sped up to the point where he ran lightly, and Luagarne followed.

Oara saw it from the top of the wall, and from close up, Roman, the short blonde, and Eisha saw it.

I decided to buy faith with my actions.

So you just have to show it properly.

Enkred saw the head of the spider monster charging at him. Dozens of side eyes, a snout that splits left and right, and strong legs that are not made by beating iron.

It is a monster that is nimble than other individuals. It ca up to and crossed my two front legs like scissors.

I felt that the door of my sixth sense was opening and that ti was slowing down due to my concentration.

I could see legs like monster blades. I could see the protrusions standing like saw blades at regular intervals.

I could also feel the power of the two crossed legs.

I felt like I was going to be cut off.

Just a touch would tear your flesh to shreds.

Then I had to move before I could reach it.

In the gap of divided ti, I accelerated and moved my thoughts.

Encreed drew the Aker from the bottom up.

The blade, drawing a soft arc, cut through the spider's two legs and split through its head.

"There is no need to stop."

Think and move.

Encreed slashed a monster and began to swing Aker with only his right hand.

Encreed's feet hit the floor and slid and slid terribly.

He twisted his waist, bent his ankles, slamd his sword, stabbed it, slashed it, and swung it.

'What do you need to deal with the majority?'

It is boldness and judgnt.

He also needed the ability to make judgnts based on instinct, not thoughts, and to make all those judgnts right.

Rem was the one who did it best.

His axe would follow his instincts and draw trajectories without hesitation.

Encreed copied Rem.

Ting, before I knew it, I took out a fire tee in my left hand.

Copying is not a skill, but a montum.

'I am a savage.'

Crazy savages.

A barbarian who has a hobby of splitting the heads of nobles.

If he sees sothing he doesn't like, he starts arguing.

The swords in Encreed's hands bent like a whip and moved like rays of light.

The sparks that had beco light sparked at an angle. It was as if he was poking into the empty air, but it wasn't.

A spider monster stuck its head into nothing.

Together!

A large spider supported itself with its legs, and when it stuck out its buttocks, it was pierced in the head by a fla.

poke and pull out. It was a sword strike at a speed that was out of the ordinary.

Fu Feng.

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

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

Naturally, it did not reach Encreed and had no effect.

As one of the poisonous monsters fell, dying, Aker raced across the battlefield like a swallow.

It is a repetition of hitting, hitting, and breaking.

Feeling a hint behind him, Enkried lowered his head.

The spider's legs passed over his head. A few strands of hair were cut and blown into the air, and Enkred twisted his hips and stretched backwards.

The spider's head on the heel of the foot was crushed.

As I was stretching my feet, I saw an ant that had just crawled up to the floor and was trying to use its two front legs like a sickle to stamp the back of my left foot.

Enkred pulled his outstretched foot and kicked it forward.

Just before his sickle-like arm hit the back of his left foot, his boots with iron plates on his feet kicked the spider.

It was a relatively small monster. The trick of cutting off exploded his body.

The top of my boots was filled with black bodily fluids.

The big, the small, the dium, the poisonous, the thread-spewinging, the one who uses his legs like a sword, the one who rushes blindly, the one that cos up through the tunnel, the one who sneaks behind.

Many. There were plenty of people to kill.

Encreed saw an inch ahead of him.

Then he swung his sword as it was.

He slamd Aker down from above, put the flas in his sheath, and pulled out Gladius to hit the ground.

After doing two movents at the sa ti, he jumped to the side.

A whip with an iron weight attached to the end filled the gap. It was an assist from Louagarné.

The spot where you jumped sideways is in the middle of a group of monsters.

A few spider beasts held out their arms. He turned his head to dodge, stood his sword upright, and struck the spider beast's forearm with the sword face.

This was possible because of the overwhelming difference in skills.

Of course, even so, it was half crazy.

Conversely, if you succeed in doing crazy things, it can be a great thing.

There is a difference between a madman and a hero.

Encreed was doing just that.

After dodging and blocking and taking their place. It is in the middle of a group of monsters.

Encreed slipped through the monsters and grabbed Aker with both hands and swung it wildly.

It was a sword with centrifugal force that made use of the knack of the heavy sword type.

His sword tore and smashed the monsters like a typhoon.

Buckber!

Everything that touched the blade was cut and cut.

It was like a hole in the middle of the monster horde with a single blow.

The area around Encreed around the knife beca empty for a mont.

Enkried caught his breath and threw his blade into the air. Black bodily fluids dripped onto the floor.

He had learned the pattern of the monster through the repeated today.

Enkred drew his picture on the patterns he had morized through his intuition and instincts.

Because he understood and predicted the habits of monsters, the battlefield is a painting painted with the black blood of monsters on canvas.

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

There were countless todays when Oara died, when she died, when Rem had a hole in her stomach, when Eisha was beheaded, when Luagarne died with her heart pierced, when Roman died without being able to do anything.

Today, experience has been condensed into one person.

So at least on this stage, Encreed was the most experienced hunter.

'Not bad'

The more I move, the more I feel like my body is relaxed. I didn't get tired. This is true even though he used Will of the mont, Giant's Strike, and Will of Dismbernt.

Encreed did not stop.

For a mont, I forgot about Rem and forgot about Oara. He swung his sword and moved his feet. We fought so nonstop.

That was the mont to prove himself. And there were people watching it.

* * *

Milio was waiting at the gate, so he didn't know what was going on in front of him.

When he was told to open the gate, he was told to close it, but there was no reason to comply.

However, he almost followed the words without realizing it and stopped.

"Shut up."

Just in ti, Oara's order ca.

Milio thought that even if he hadn't been ordered by the knight, he might have followed the shouts that erupted in front of him.

"Go up the wall. Grab a bow."

Milio spoke to the unit I led and stepped away.

'Admor bastard. Isn't it already over?'

Encreed intervened, but it was his own decision to let him go anyway.

A subtle worry settled in the back of my mind.

Of course, this was not the ti. Monsters are swarming like never before.

It is a large-scale wave among waves.

On the battlefield where everyone, including Oara, was on the line, they couldn't stop worrying about one of their comrades.

Milio took another step.

I know I don't have to force myself to move. But I couldn't help but feel that my feet were getting faster.

'Why aren't you shooting?'

In order to reduce the number of monsters, it is common sense in Thousand Brick that you need to hit them with arrows before they co closer.

However, the arrows did not fly. Still.

Milio stood on the wall with a faster pace. Behind him, he grabbed a bow and hung an arrow on the demonstration. Now I just had to wait for the instruction to shoot.

Oara was there, but soone else was in charge.

Originally, when the Knights fought in the back, the person who commanded the archers from behind was set aside.

That was how Thousand Brick survived.

Milio saw that the man who was supposed to be in charge of the command could not continue.

The sa goes for the soldier who has to display the flag next to him.

No, it was the sa with Oara.

"Crazy bastard."

Oara twisted her lips and said.

Oara always smiles. However, the smile that was really excited was a little different.

It was a slight difference that only Milio knew.

It was Milio's specialty that he acquired because he had her in mind and observed her for a long ti.

This is reading Oara's laughter.

In Milio's eyes, Oara was really excited.

Naturally, Milio's gaze turned forward.

Once, soone had seen a fight between the Order of the Red Riding Hood rising from the Squire to the rank of Associate Knight.

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

The Templar, relying on his legs, sprinted straight to the ground.

The knife strokes that followed were like butterflies, and the movents were like lightning.

Just like that, one combatant swept through the battlefield. It could have been the case if the level of a semi-engineer entered the ranks of ordinary soldiers.

It was the kind of force that could turn the battlefield upside down.

Milio didn't see the fight. He can only see what I see.

But I was seeing sothing similar to that right now.

It is outside the city gate.

That was why Oara was smiling.

In the middle of a group of monsters, the only allies around him are Frock, who follows behind.

Proc's fight was not even noticeable.

If it were him, he could not hold out for a few shots, and he was in a position to die, and he wielded his sword. Cut. Poke. Chop and crush.

If you look at Oara from the right side and the roar from the left, you will see that he has changed his position before you know it.

Black soil rose from where he was beaten.

Before the mound of dirt could fall, the four monsters had a hole in their heads.

What kind of human being could do that?

The light of a nearby perch flickered like crazy, illuminating what he was doing.

Few soldiers have seen the Templar fight as closely as Milio.

Therefore, the Squire knows that the Associate Knight is not invincible.

If they don't sleep, they get tired and exhausted. If you can't eat, you can't exert your strength properly.

Milio had sweaty hands. My heart was racing. An inexplicable sense of exaltation soars.

I don't know what he's fighting for.

If you ask who is at the forefront of this battlefield, Milio will answer with confidence.

Kung.

"Oah."

One of the soldiers stomped his feet and shouted a slogan.

"Oah!"

Another soldier shouts along with the slogan. Several people spoke at the sa ti.

The slogan spreads. It is a cheer for one person.

Everyone in the city and everyone guarding the wall watched in unison. Not even Oara.

"Encreed!"

Shouting out a person's na. That was strange.

Was the dance of the Encrids very different from the Templars' previous performances?

It wasn't.

Nevertheless, there was sothing about the man's fight that burned his heart.

My heart beats. My heart burns. I feel like my hair is turning white. His exaltation surged, and Milio believed that he could defeat any monster or anything.

Even though the double moon was rising, no one looked up.

Also, no one spoke of a crisis.

I was just watching soone slaughter a group that was about to beco a threat.