[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses":3,"chapter-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-106":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","A Knight Who Eternally Regresses",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},427881,689,"Chapter 106","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-106",106,"\u003Cp>When Leona parted ways with Rockfreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of the Border Guard’s wall, a bodyguard named Mathis drew all eyes to himself in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clearly intentional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Killing intent becomes aura. Once the sixth sense opens, it can be done. It’s easy. Oh, it might be a bit difficult for the platoon leader.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That crazy Jaxon bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyway, his words are sharp. It’s as if his tongue was forged in a blacksmith’s shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s a knife in his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that Encrid cared much about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Jaxon was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sixth sense had opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Encrid had used something similar to an aura during a mission to catch a cat, it was hard to make it a part of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, he got the hang of it again. Once he relaxed his shoulders, it was easier than he thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, he ended up using it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he told Torres and Finn to be careful, Encrid raised his aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Move aside, I’ll lure the rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finn reacted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What nonsense is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torres reacted as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid hadn’t known Finn for long, and Torres wasn’t much different, so they weren’t at the level of risking their lives for each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, Rangers don’t abandon their comrades.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Neither do I.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why were these two so eager?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finn and Torres had eyes that sparkled with a firm resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, you two are quite decent people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I get that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But get lost. You’re in the way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid was cold. There was no time to explain everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had tried explaining in a different tone before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they stuck around like ticks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Why is this cool?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Finn muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This bastard?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torres was getting riled up, but they both understood his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid was serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait at the maximum distance. Once this is over, regroup. I have a plan. We can all survive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was almost like a command. He had done this a few times, showing resolve was better than explaining. There wasn’t time to explain each detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See you later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torres spoke with a double meaning and then moved aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finn followed, looking back twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Encrid watched them leave, he thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though they split up, all the enemies with spears had to come after him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How should he do that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He already knew the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid glanced back and shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roger, take off your helmet!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anyone who knew nothing heard these words, they would find them meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roger! You who first killed my hair and sent it to the sky!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a bard composing a poem, Encrid shouted loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had heard about what kind of person Roger was in seventy-eight different realities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although his bad relationship with Finn was for different reasons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roger had earned the nickname ‘the commander who never removes his helmet’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was quite memorable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his crown to his forehead, his head was a desert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was his weak point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you carry a barren wasteland on your head where not a single blade of grass grows?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, Encrid wondered if this would work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was easy to confirm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In another reality, when he was captured by Roger, he happened to remove Roger’s helmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bald, huh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw Roger’s eyes turn wild at this single remark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To sum up, he needed to redirect the grudge against Finn onto himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I feel a bit sorry, though.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid casually ran his hand through his hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thick black hair slipped through his fingers, flaunting its presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That, bastard?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roger’s eyes widened in anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no doubt that if he were caught now, he wouldn’t die peacefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torture would likely be the least of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he must not be caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid ran, and even as he saw Finn and Torres retreating, Roger commanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Catch him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty-nine spear-wielding soldiers, filled with rage, rushed forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although they were furious now, in such a state, Roger would soon want to split up the men and drive spears into the necks of Finn and Torres as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Soon.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he finished thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the opposite side of Encrid, from where the spearmen were, came the howling of a beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Awoooooooo!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surroundings were bright because it was the night of a dual moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moonlight provided enough visibility to clearly see the beast charging from the opposite side—a lycanthrope, a creature with the head of a wolf and running on two legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whew.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Encrid exhaled once to steady his breathing and stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the decisive moment. He had to tie up both the spearmen and the lycanthrope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Look at me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way to exude aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It involves channeling the intent to kill into your entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s about deciding that you can cut down and kill everyone present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grip, sheathed in the scabbard, is grasped and slowly drawn. The blade reflects the moonlight as it emerges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid took a half step forward with his right foot and conveyed with his whole body: If you approach, I’ll cut you down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aura, killing intent, battle spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Expressed in words, it’s clearly one of these—an invisible pressure spreading out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The intense aura was strong enough to make the entire spear-wielding unit and the charging lycanthrope forget about Torres and Finn, who had sidestepped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drawn by this aura, the lycanthrope horde and the spear unit charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of it was Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked almost like a suicidal act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roger was getting increasingly irritated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What should have been a simple task of catching one wildcat-like woman was getting strangely complicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he just let her go?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. He wanted to catch and kill her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t she the one who killed his brother?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it, chase them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was determined to catch and kill her. The moment he resolved to do so, Encrid’s shout erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From “Take off your helmet” to “barren wasteland”.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump, his heart pounded. The anger rose, and it felt like his blood was boiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That bastard?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made up his mind and resolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he caught that bastard, he wouldn’t let him die easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would make him beg for death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, losing his reason, he shouted and ordered the chase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roger himself started running when—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Awooooo!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The howl of a beast burst out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Roger saw the lycanthrope horde coming from the opposite side, frustration surged up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did things turn out like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That bastard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was because of that bastard’s mocking poem about his baldness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t regain his composure because of that bastard’s taunts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roger cursed at the lycanthropes, trying to steady his mind, but it wasn’t easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, what should he do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The decision was quick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill them all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature, whether it was called by Resha or whatever, was nothing more than a beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they formed a proper formation, they could handle even a colony of lycanthropes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was at that moment, just as he was about to speak, having made up his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pursuer, Encrid, exhaled and then stopped, gripping his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held his sword and spoke with his body, with his aura, with his intent to kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you come closer, I’ll cut you down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Roger’s eyes, the surrounding background faded, leaving only the man with the drawn sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it looked like this to him, imagine how it appeared to the other soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite their formation, they were overwhelmed by the aura, and thus the battle began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no orders to stop, so the spearmen at the front did what they always did, fight when they saw an enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They thrust their spears with force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Howl!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The claws of an approaching lycanthrope deflected the spear’s blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The discordant sound of the wolf’s howl, claws, and spear shaft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that sound, a cold streak of reason returned to Roger’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Ah, damn.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had attacked without properly forming a line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was due to urgency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, it was also because the enemy had mocked his weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aura, the aura was also a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Things were tangled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, chaos ensued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first to reach Encrid was the lycanthrope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its claws targeted his neck. Watching its large arm movement, Encrid stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hoo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He steadied his breathing. He couldn’t afford to be out of breath now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From this point on, it was like walking a narrow path between cliffs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only was there no room for complacency,there was no room for mistakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, what was needed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Boldness.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heart of the Beast beat strongly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The charging lycanthrope horde and the spearmen flanking them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enemies surrounded him on all sides, but there was no reason for him to be anxious. After all, wasn’t this the battlefield he had created?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘So, what’s next?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharpening his senses, he advanced beyond the realm of the five senses into the sixth sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to dodge the claws or spearheads flying from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid did just that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stepping forward with his left foot, he swung his sword sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it wasn’t a powerful slash,it was enough to block the claws of the wolf that lunged at him from the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ting!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a passing step to the side, pivoting on his left foot—a technique from the northern style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinarily, at this point, he would follow up with a downward strike to break the arm or weapon of the attacker from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Move forward again.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he bent forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wolf’s claws brushed over his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid’s eyes were half-closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision was blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone looked closely, they would say his eyes resembled those of a fish out of water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Focus.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rather than concentrating on a single target, this was the method Encrid chose to survive here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Widen your focus.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sharpened and spread his focus, encompassing the area around him where his sword could reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The outcome of the battle would depend on judgment, distance, timing, and positioning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He judged in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gauged the distance between him and his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He measured the time it took for his feet to move and the enemy’s weapon to reach him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He calculated the time it took for his sword to reach its intended target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He became aware of his current position and where he would need to move next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Encrid danced alone in this battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally, the lycanthrope’s claws met his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spearhead grazed the side of his gambeson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Claws narrowly missed his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were even enemies who tried to step on his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid didn’t cut anyone down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when an enemy nearly stepped on his foot, he only nudged them away with his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The result was\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ack!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soldier’s death cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier he pushed was bitten in the neck by a lycanthrope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood splattered, leaving a mark on the creature’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t intentional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dodged again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Growl!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When a lycanthrope tried to bite his shoulder, he ducked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He heard the sound of the beast’s jaws snapping shut and then pushed it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This action was followed by a pained yelp from the creature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud, thud, thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The result was a spear piercing the belly of the lycanthrope that had been targeting Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He focused on evasion rather than attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he slipped away along the outskirts of the battlefield, not the center,the lycanthropes had to deal with the humans wielding spears,and the spear unit had to fight off the lycanthropes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of this was visible to Torres and Finn, who hadn’t moved far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…That…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s crazy, completely crazy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torres and Finn spoke alternately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stood frozen, forgetting the situation, their eyes fixed on Encrid’s movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid dodged and dodged again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, he was hit by spear shafts or clawed by the lycanthropes,but he managed to avoid serious injuries. There were no fatal wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most importantly, look at what he created from the center with a few words and raised aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fight between the beasts and the elite soldiers turned into a chaotic melee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It seems like the humans might win.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elite soldiers were still elite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although their formation had broken, the soldiers grouped into threes or fours, covering each other’s backs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This allowed them to recover some of the energy they had lost from the initial charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They formed groups to block and stab with their shields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This strategy proved effective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Roger moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He faced three or four lycanthropes alone, spearing one in the head and killing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fought with a short spear instead of a long one, like a tiger on a rampage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If we leave him alone…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They saw him heading straight toward Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finn knew without looking that Roger’s eyes would be filled with malice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roger always went berserk when mocked about his baldness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crazy bastard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We need to help him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torres shouted, seemingly making a decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the meantime, Roger, the enemy commander, charged fiercely, thrusting his spear toward Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finn gasped, fearing the worst as it appeared that Encrid had been pierced in the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn. No, he dodged it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torres corrected. He was right, it was a misunderstanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid had trapped the spear under his arm and side while dodging. He had narrowly avoided the blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It appeared to be a critical moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, it seemed so to Torres.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[T\u002FL: Please support me here: \u002Frevengerscans Or You can subscribe for a membership and support me. 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