[{"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-192":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},427817,689,"Chapter 191","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-192",192,"\u003Cp>Audin toyed with the manticore, literally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made it look like a simple slap to the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battered manticore tucked its tail between its legs and slowly retreated backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Growl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the ground lay its sharp teeth, loose fur, and dark blue blood scattered around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the manticore tucked its tail, Audin still gestured with a benevolent smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s time to go. Brother beast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone remained the same, but the message was different. It was a kind of death sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The manticore took a step back. Anyone could see it was scared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The manticore was a high-ranking beast, very cunning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it stepped back, it suddenly charged forward. It was a surprise attack without any warning or sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It raised its claws and stabbed, and its tail swung down fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin anticipated this, parried the claws, grabbed the tail, and added the momentum of the charging force to slam it into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a loud noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Growl!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A painful groan escaped the manticore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a high-ranking beast, a monster that could face an entire company alone, but its opponent was too strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it was slammed into the ground, stone fragments scattered in all directions. The soldiers, initially startled, now turned into a cheering squad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well done!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Awesome!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Madman!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why they called him a madman was unclear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin approached the manticore and slapped it a few more times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several slams, he eventually climbed onto its back, grabbed its neck, and with a swift motion, snapped it backward. The manticore’s snake-like tongue protruded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its eyes rolled back, and it collapsed, exhaling a thin breath as its head hit the ground with a thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high-ranking beast that had been slapped around became an expensive corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its teeth, skin, and even its organs were all valuable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice full of astonishment came from the opposite side of where the soldiers were gathered. To Audin’s right was a group of soldiers, and the voice came from the left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t think such a beast would come alone. Where do you come from, brother?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin, with his back to the moonlight, stood up from the manticore’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where his words were directed, a cultist had climbed up to the gallery at the end of the fortress wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin had expected this. It was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High-ranking beasts are intelligent and clever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t make sense for a manticore to recklessly attack a human-made fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially to keep fighting after being beaten this badly? That didn’t make sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless it was extremely hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, it had the opportunity to flee, but it kept attacking until the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This meant someone was controlling it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin had been waiting for that opponent to appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why the fight dragged on. As soon as he sensed the opponent, he killed the manticore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had outlived its usefulness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How dare you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eyes of the one who shouted glowed bluish. Audin recognized it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mark of a cultist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He served a God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, you are a brother who serves the cult.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin muttered softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were some of the days spent as an inquisitor, hunting down cultists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cultist, with blue-glowing eyes, raised his hand. The motion was in progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers were too shocked to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin disappeared. No, it seemed that way. His body, propelled off the ground, closed the distance faster than the manticore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A separate explosion sounded apart from the noise of his takeoff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the soldiers’ eyes, they only saw a mass flying and crashing into the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mass was now a corpse, twitching with a finger pointing into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“God watches over us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin’s voice, reciting a prayer, echoed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers’ gazes turned to where Audin stood, a giant, bear-like figure with his right fist extended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin of the Madmen Platoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A member of a unit rumored to be forming its own independent company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin’s strike was barely visible to the soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The event happened, and only the result remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin lowered his fists and returned to his usual self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers inspected the mass that had flown. A body shattered against the gallery wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was missing from the half-crumpled body. The head was absent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where did the head go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t know. All they knew was that the cultist had been wiped from existence with a single punch from that crazy religious figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood sprayed radially on one side of the gallery wall was evidence of that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…I really peed myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smell of urine began to waft from between a soldier’s legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not seeing clearly made it more terrifying. How could such a person exist?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dead manticore and the cultist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the soldiers couldn’t properly grasp the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a Platoon leader, who arrived late on the gallery, began to take control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Attack, uh, eliminated? Seeing the commotion outside, it seems like others are here too, so everyone should go down and support…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s no need, brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin, who had been idly looking down from the wall after his prayer, spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s almost over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin saw his Company Commander fighting below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he knew from their training, seeing the commander in actual combat was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘You’ve improved, brother.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were things he saw in his movements and swordplay that he hadn’t seen before—confidence and faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing him from the start, it was a truly remarkable improvement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was satisfying. How could he not be pleased to see him doing well?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘My lord, I wonder. Is this your will? Have you guided him?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lord still did not answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, answers were no longer necessary. Audin had also found a small enlightenment here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It began through Encrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Needing an answer is evidence of my weakness, so I will go forward without proving or doubting.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was someone living like that. Someone who, according to the teachings of the scripture, faced and overcame adversity without yielding to anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could watching such a person not bring joy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin wished blessings upon Encrid, who was burning through his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Encrid was claiming blessings for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore, he would pray for him but not beg God for anything more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Platoon leader blinked, puzzled by what Audin meant by ‘good’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But was it really okay not to go down?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commotion outside still bothered him, so he moved his feet. As he went down, he saw a soldier with a hole in his stomach and another bleeding from his thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That guy’s a spy.” said the soldier clutching his stomach, pressing it with his clothes to stop the bleeding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Platoon leader spoke to the soldier who had followed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Detain him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Platoon leader picked up the spy that Encrid had left behind and checked outside the open side gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the top of the wall, the battle hadn’t been visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he could see someone in black clothes cutting down and stabbing a group alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a familiar face. The most notorious figure among the Border Guard right now, the so-called Madman Platoon Leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Blade Bandits were in disarray. Especially Dunbachel, who found this experience completely new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A Knight? No, a member of a Knightly order?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbachel spoke, her hand resting on her scimitar. Was their opponent too strong?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or had they unknowingly walked into something?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five of his companions were already corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two had lost a leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if a high priest arrived and poured divine power into them immediately, they would still end up crippled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that such a priest would come, and even if they did, they wouldn’t use their divine power on them, so they were doomed to be crippled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was if they were lucky. From the amount of blood loss, they would soon die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person who had caused this situation was now inspecting his sword, nodding slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t even acknowledging Dunbachel’s words. He seemed utterly at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who the hell are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbachel asked in disbelief, and Encrid just shrugged again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t like he was going to explain that his dream was to become a Knight and that he wasn’t one yet to someone with murderous intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, Encrid examined the sword, specifically the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It’s unbelievably sharp.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had swung it, intending to cut near the thigh, and it had cleanly sliced through the thick leather pants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cutting power was exceptional. Was it because the blacksmith had sharpened the sword well, or was the sword itself excellent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He decided it was both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The balance when held by the pommel was good, and the leather-wrapped handle fit comfortably in his hand. The sword’s cutting ability and overall strength were impressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt solid just by looking at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it didn’t seem to be made of Valyrian steel, it was a high-quality, superior sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Encrid, this was his first time owning such a fine weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d never had a sword of this caliber before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are they not coming?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid murmured into the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to use the sword more. And, of course, the techniques he had recently mastered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had once considered Rem to be just a frustrated soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Am I the same?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he be so eager to fight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbachel frowned at his opponent’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Where did this guy come from?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scent was different. For a beastman, a keen nose often served as a gauge of an opponent’s level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More precisely, it was an instinct for self-preservation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbachel was starting to get a sense of things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Looks like this is my grave.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, should she run?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t want to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, she’d lived a life half-dedicated to dying. So closing the book of life here wouldn’t be the worst thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to die fighting, which was why she was here, Dunbachel was ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most importantly, his last opponent wasn’t bad. Both his appearance and skills were to her liking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘More than enough.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbachel thought, laughing without realizing it. It was an inappropriate laugh given the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only remaining member of the Black Blade Bandits glanced at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a distinct smell of fear coming from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smell similar to urine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, do you want to live?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbachel asked his remaining comrade, a thief whose name she didn’t even know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell is this crazy woman saying?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Never mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could finish speaking, Dunbachel’s fist, made of bulging muscles, struck the man’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heavy sound accompanied it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaagh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man let out a brief, peculiar death rattle as his feet lifted off the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With one punch, his right eyeball, which had been jammed inward, popped out, blood splattering, and broken facial bones jutted sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the bone fragments even flew off in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man, who had been tensely watching only Encrid, now had one side of his face caved in and was, of course, dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a good grave site.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbachel said, still holding her fist out. She didn’t explain her actions. Instead, she revealed her true nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, let’s have a real fight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Dunbachel spoke, her eyes changed. Her pupils elongated vertically, becoming like those of a beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Growl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What distinguishes a lycanthrope from a beastman?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The appearance was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Typically, a beastman has a human form with some beastly features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They don’t transform dramatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if something wild within them altered their form slightly, they wouldn’t get a wolf’s head or anything like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might grow fangs, their eyes might change, and their hair might grow a bit, but they wouldn’t drastically deviate from a human shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s how most beastmen were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Dunbachel was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With some humanity remaining, as beastly blood coursed through her, she began to transform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long, white fur started to sprout all over her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her facial bones cracked and shifted, taking on a leonine structure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid had seen several beastmen in his life, but this was a first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why is she transforming?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the explanation was long, the transformation happened in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A monster?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid asked, wondering if the creature could speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its form resembled that of a lycanthrope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, the appearance was more like a lion, a white-maned lion, and the aura it exuded was vastly different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, it looked more like a guardian from a legend or myth, guarding a heavenly temple, rather than a monster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, that’s how Encrid felt, although the first word that came to mind was still ‘monster’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Growl, I’ve heard that a lot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbachel growled. It was a habit that came with transforming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid sensed something strange in his opponent’s demeanor, attitude, and speech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed like when Dunbachel mentioned a grave site, it wasn’t for Encrid but for herself, as if she wanted to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, that wasn’t the most important thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you coming?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course! Growl!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had she finished speaking than the white lion charged with a powerful burst, pushing off the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slashed with claws that had extended from her left hand and swung a scimitar with the other, aiming at Encrid’s chest and waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid saw all of this and raised his sword, slashing forward twice as if shaking off the attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both slashes were precise and powerful, infused with the strength of the Heart of Great Strength, a defensive technique that left no room for binding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He parried with force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He deflected the claws and the scimitar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, the beastman did not retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an unyielding charge, a rush prepared for death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encrid was momentarily taken aback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were close, and the white lion had seemingly anticipated her attack being blocked. She then tilted her head back and headbutted with her forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The Valen Mercenary Sword Technique?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar attack: a headbutt following a charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[T\u002FL: Please support me AND read further chapters here: \u002Frevengerscans.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[T\u002FL: Subscribe for a membership on my Buy Me a Coffee page and receive 15 extra chapters upon joining, along with daily updates of one chapter: \u002Frevengerscans ]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Additional Info: If anyone is facing the issue of payment on Ko-Fi, please contact me on ]\u003C\u002Fp>",2371,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.274Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","b623493c9fc597fa14a5e332ebdd2f0f3322c7e4588757ab7c1882d19b774b02","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-193","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-191",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]