[{"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-288":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},428080,689,"Chapter 286","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-288",288,"\u003Cp>Before the words even finished leaving his mouth, a sharp spear tip descended from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vertical thrust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem kicked off the ground, launching himself sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the spear followed him, almost as if it had eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It adjusted midair, changing direction unnaturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A falling weapon?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought barely formed before Rem swung his axes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his right-hand axe, he struck the spear shaft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his left-hand axe, he rotated it to block the blade’s impact with its flat side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang! Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half success. Half failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had managed to block the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his already fractured rib snapped completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he had broken the spear shaft, so it wasn’t a total loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was tricked.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hadn’t been a falling weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a relic of the Western tribes, a type of weapon bound to its wielder, capable of independent movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But true falling weapons didn’t break this easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had assumed it was one and struck accordingly, intending to sever the link between the weapon and its owner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, such weapons required a connection to their wielder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re tough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stranger’s words trailed off, as if the phrase \"to have withstood that\" was simply implied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s eyes focused on the Westerner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who the hell are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer was already obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could tell just from that last attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power, speed, precision—all refined to the level of an elite warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t some random mercenary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You stand on a battlefield where men kill or die. What kind of question is that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stranger responded casually, tapping his shoulder with the butt of his spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His appearance was peculiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A leather cuirass covered his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Greaves wrapped his shins and thighs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same protective leather armor extended from his hands to his shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire body was clad in tanned hides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hair was a mix of gray and white, yet his face was bizarre—one side lined with deep wrinkles, the other smooth and youthful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An unnatural blend of age and youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He released his grip on the spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But instead of dropping, the weapon floated at knee height, hovering midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What kind of bullshit is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem’s eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A technique?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No incantation, no surge of sorcery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like witchcraft, but the spear itself carried no mystical aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, despite not being a relic, it still hovered on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not wanting to reveal weakness, Rem subtly lifted his left arm to cover his injured side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain followed, but pain was nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he couldn't endure this much, he would have died long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s make this easy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Easy where? Back home? You giving me something?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem kept his mouth running, as usual, while searching for an opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time he prepared to hurl an axe, the stranger subtly shifted his footing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than anything, that floating spear was a nuisance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hovered within a fixed radius around him, never straying too far, poised to strike at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where the hell did this guy even come from?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments ago, he had taken down three monstrous wolf beasts, breaking his ribs in the process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the fight had seemed quick, it had been a brutal struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The so-called Wolf Bishop of the cult had lost his prized beasts and was furious over it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, the real threat wasn’t the monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll rip your tongue out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear shot toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not from where it had been hovering—but from the stranger’s left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem visualized the spear’s trajectory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar motion—the light-speed cleave Enkrid always described.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear rebounded, knocked aside by the axe’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the impact sent a numbing shock through Rem’s arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without pause, the floating spear struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So it’s not a relic, but he can still use it like this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no time to figure out how.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem kept swinging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang! Clang! Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Axe and spear met in rapid succession, sparks flying as steel kissed steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold air itself seemed to burn from the friction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already forgotten the chill of winter—his entire body was drenched in sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the warmth of the heated stone he carried in his pocket became irritating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear never relented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It withdrew and struck again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over and over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how many times he deflected it, it always came back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time he had blocked the eightieth thrust, Rem stomped his left foot into the ground, shattering a rock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fragments scattered forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chunk of stone, large enough to act as a shield, blocked the space between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear impaled the rock, halting its attack for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just enough time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem batted aside the remaining spear with his right-hand axe—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then hurled his left-hand axe straight at the enemy’s skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe reached him in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It should have split his head open—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade and handle quivered, suspended in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was wondering what trick you were using.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem muttered, finally catching on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stranger tilted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So you’re only half-trained?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gray hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unnaturally youthful skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem recognized him now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, he had suspected from the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The madman who chases immortality.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Knowing won’t save you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stranger smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A perfectly wrong smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His features made it unsettling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem recalled the stories he had heard back in his tribe—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he pushed them aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Didn’t finish your training, huh? And that left side... How many ribs? Two? Three?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s guess was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had it not been for his sheer muscle control, they could have punctured his organs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as for the half-trained comment?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That, too, was true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had refined the techniques he had learned into his own unique style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there were things he had abandoned along the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, he was only half-complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Didn’t even properly learn the arts. No inherited soul, either.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bzzzzzt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man produced a small metal orb from his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spectral blue beast flickered over his left arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, witchcraft.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem recognized it immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just any sorcery—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A possession rite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s left arm was now imbued with the strength of a beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a simple rock in his grasp had become a deadly weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem hesitated for the briefest moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magic, the injuries, the relentless attacks—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he just kill him outright?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he truly went all out, he could do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But was there a need?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like some mindless brute, but Rem lived life on his own terms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The madman who had slaughtered an entire Western tribe and stolen their secrets responded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"See you later.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem pulled out two fist-sized orbs wrapped in paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the stranger saw them, he hurled a spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the orbs had already exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gray smoke billowed out, clouding the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear cut through the fog—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only to shatter a tree in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That bastard—?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Madman Who Chased Immortality sharpened his senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hunter knew how to track.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a good hunter also knew how to hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But giving up was not an option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The madman closed his eyes for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he reopened them, they gleamed with an unnatural blue light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A witch’s sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision pierced the fog, locking onto a single moving figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Run all you want.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The madman moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his steps were just as fast as Rem’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Back from playing around?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid muttered to himself, his voice barely louder than a passing thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet every member of the Mad Platoon instinctively nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’ll come back eventually.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid wasn’t worried about Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because he didn’t have the time to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because it was Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mad barbarian. The reason the Mad Platoon had its reputation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He might’ve just gone back to his homeland.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon threw out a comment that sounded more like wishful thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two had always been so fond of each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that Rem was missing, it was oh so concerning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right. Nothing to worry about.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid said, polishing his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Me? Worried?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon’s voice went cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single wrong word here, and he’d stab someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haha, our dear barbarian brother must be taking a nap somewhere.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin smoothly redirected the tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worry?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one here worried about Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid thought of him for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’ll show up when he shows up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s just the kind of person he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d play and come back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon returning to the main camp, it was clear—Kraiss’s plan had worked perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar had severed the heads of four enemy commanders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cultists had lost part of their supplies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rem? Ah, must be waiting for the weather to change.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss said dismissively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For someone who was always pessimistic about him, he certainly sounded unbothered now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, too, simply focused on what needed to be done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s the enemy’s status?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly as we expected.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in Graham’s command tent, the discussion continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If both armies clashed head-on, who would win?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who else? Azpen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d sit back and clean up whatever was left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant the troops stationed in Green Pearl couldn’t be pulled back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, they were asking for reinforcements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sign that Azpen’s forces were pressing hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If things escalated, they’d join the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, the only solution was this—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss needed to break the Black Blades and the cultists before it became an all-out war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We don’t need to kill them all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demoralize them. Force them to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buy time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all they needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strategy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hit them before they could fully commit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Force them into a decisive one-time battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that battle, break them completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had to collapse on their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Three Conditions for Victory:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1. Break the enemy’s secret weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Enkrid’s job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss had spent days thinking—if he were in command of the Black Blades or the cultists, what would he have prepared?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mad Platoon was a known wild card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would have something planned for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if they faced it unprepared, it could be disastrous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, the goal was to force it into the open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Make them use it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>2. Kill Viscount Tarnin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cut off their political reason to keep fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>3. Move to Green Pearl the moment the battle ends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if they didn’t finish things fast, Azpen would.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If this goes wrong, we all die here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Graham muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss, of course, had no intention of dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he did nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lot of people were going to die either way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as planned, the cultists—having lost supplies—were forced to merge with the Black Blades instead of raiding local villages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two armies combined and began advancing toward the plains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Border Guard’s standing army moved forward to meet them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting behind fortifications was an invitation for Azpen to strike from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they had to meet the enemy head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winter wind howled, kicking up dust between the two armies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under a dim, gray sky, across frozen ground, they faced each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We have to win.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the center of it all, the Mad Platoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss stood with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the battle fell apart, he’d run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better to stay close to Enkrid when that happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid knew his reasoning but let it be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a logical choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We have to win.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He mulled over Kraiss’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t necessarily have to be him who won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as they showed the path to victory, that was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had several thoughts—but he said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was no longer the time for words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it was the time for swords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da-da-da-da-da!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A horse galloped from the enemy’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rider tossed something between the two armies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It landed just outside of bow range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Venzance frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pick it up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scout rode forward, retrieved it, and brought it to Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid recognized it immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A battle-worn axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagna’s eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A barbarian’s relic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mm. Shall we bury it? You can go with it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagna and Jaxon both muttered casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How coordinated they were in times like these.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few soldiers recognized the weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some realized Rem was missing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ranks stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What? Rem’s dead?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No way—he was last seen burning down the cultists’ camp.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And he never returned.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What mission could be more important than this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid let their voices drift past him as he inspected the axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade was chipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep gouges marred the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had clearly been through a brutal fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Looks like he’s playing around a little longer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We could just consider him dead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel commented dryly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such heartfelt concern from his comrades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them sounded so sincere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid half-listened as he refocused on the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One side—monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other—men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Blades and the cultists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And among them, Viscount Tarnin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wearing ill-fitting chainmail, the man shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will personally sever the heads of these traitors and offer them to the King! Cut them down, all of you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his sword high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had to be enchanted, the way it echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That idiot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss spat, disgusted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A useless noble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing but a talking pig.\u003C\u002Fp>",2233,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","53d3f155daaccc91bcb3203162ac42ebce644cbe8792865002a4475d0bedcc60","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-478","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-477",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]