[{"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-297":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},428107,689,"Chapter 295","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-297",297,"\u003Cp>Enkrid paused and lifted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky was overcast, thick with dull clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Looks like something’s about to fall.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many times had today repeated?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was different. Before, he had always kept track of how many loops had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each day, he had marked time in different ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, he hadn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had that changed? Why was he perceiving things differently now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because my vision narrowed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had thought he could cut through the problem in one swift motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Enkrid, a seasoned warrior, was still human—he had grown impatient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And impatience narrowed his vision, blocking out the broader situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a racehorse, blinders fixed to his eyes, charging straight ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who put them there?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The circumstances had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Ferryman had stirred the pot just a little more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So I fell for it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or had he learned from it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, he had learned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was always something to be gained, no matter the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid gazed at the darkened sky, felt the wind, and inhaled the lingering stench of battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t just see and hear—he absorbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, he forgot the eyes on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forgot where he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the current battle faded into the background.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he recalled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He went over all the todays he had lived and relived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the first time he had done something like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child’s steps were slow, but even so, it was a fleeting moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet within that brief span, he recalled everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Ferryman’s words were a problem, yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I was the bigger issue. I focused too much on one thing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One-pointed focus narrows vision.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People around him watched, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A child running across the battlefield was strange enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid, a warrior once locked in combat with enemy commanders, stepping forward alone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even stranger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, instead of going toward the child, he stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the strangest thing of all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone watching was thrown into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The hell is he doing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soldier on the enemy side muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just watch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mercenary from the Black Blade group smacked the soldier on the head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one, friend or foe, knew what was happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could they?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On one side, a lone child ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other, the hero of the Border Guard had suddenly stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the spectators assumed Enkrid would either catch the child—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or cut them down as an enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humans predict the next event based on context.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s called expectation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, Enkrid was moving beyond expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond prediction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s going to snow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered, standing alone in the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one heard him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was too busy watching, paralyzed by confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the old mage, who was maintaining the spell-link to the scroll, was deeply focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he lost focus even briefly, the tether to the magic would sever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he wouldn’t be able to trigger the scroll remotely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child had no time to process anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran because he was told to run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want to live.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy’s thoughts were desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the moment he had been captured, he had instinctively known—he would not survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a sliver of hope pushed him forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe, somehow, he would make it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe fate would grant him a miracle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could predict luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I just have to live.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His survival instinct didn’t cry—it didn’t scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It simply moved his feet forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Enkrid, after reflecting, finally realized what he had overlooked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scroll—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Someone is watching and triggering it. They can’t be far. I’m within their direct line of sight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They didn’t expect much from this plan, but it’s turned into something effective. Why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because they know me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His intuition flared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t the time to focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone was watching him, he had to hide his intent and buy time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How do I hide my intent?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Divert attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Redirect perception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the foundation of Valen-style mercenary swordsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, Enkrid moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blended in a lesson he had learned from Crang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crang had a knack for drawing attention, for controlling a room with sheer presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid mimicked that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flick of the hand. A subtle shift in posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shifted his injured leg back, channeling power into his right foot for a lunge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To anyone watching, it was obvious—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s about to leap.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crang had used words to capture attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid used movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed his hand on his sword grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s drawing his blade.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s about to strike.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s what everyone thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child finally noticed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah. I’m going to die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His steps slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old mage locked onto Enkrid in his field of vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spell was moments from activating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy needed only five more steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he did couldn’t be called swordsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t even a skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet Valen had called it a craft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valen-style mercenary swordsmanship—Distraction Slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, in the middle of his lunge, suddenly twitched his shoulder and turned his head sharply to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this distance, no one could see his exact expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the body language was clear—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humans didn’t need words to convey intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t hide intent. You cover it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he needed was a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mage’s concentration wavered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For just an instant, his mind flickered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s he looking at?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone, everyone looked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Lykanos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the enemy commanders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Audin and the rest of Mad Platoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there was nothing there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only wind, dry and sharp, carrying dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s a trick!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sense of Evasion was instinctual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid overlaid it with intention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combining all the todays he had lived, he sent forth his fastest blade yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left-hand grip was controlled, firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His extended muscles were fluid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body felt heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if the air itself had turned to sludge, pressing against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skull burned. His eyes burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the child’s wide eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snot dripping from his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way his mouth hung open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything was slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid, alone, moved freely in this frozen world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind howled as his blade slashed through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword cut through the strap holding the scroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A precise stab, followed by a curved slice—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every strap was severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine cuts appeared on the child’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t finesse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was pure speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t afford to be delicate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scroll spun through the air, severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid caught the boy and leaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left shin wound burst open, but now wasn’t the time to care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old mage hadn’t completely lost focus—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his delay had been enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scroll ignited in light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid rolled, shielding the boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heat licked at his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a tongue of flame, scorching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His back burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy, in his arms, was alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exhaling, his breath stirred the child’s hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were both sprawled on the ground, panting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could find the words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even his own allies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still holding the boy, Enkrid caught his breath and asked—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s your dream?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"W-what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy was barely coherent, not sure if he was alive or dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pants were wet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had pissed himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring the filth soaking into his armor, Enkrid asked again—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you want to be when you grow up?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a simple question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid hadn't asked it with any deep meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just something that had come to mind—an attempt to reassure the child, perhaps sparked by a distant memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Y-yeah, an herbalist! I'm going to be an herbalist, just like my mother!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child spoke, his trembling voice filled with something beyond fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes—those wide, terrified eyes—now held life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They spoke of tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a resolute child, one who had moved toward death with steadfast steps, all for the sake of survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had once dreamed of becoming a knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A childish dream that had carried him to where he stood today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had often asked himself why he wielded a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never found a definitive answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today—today, his sword would be swung for a child who had a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then do that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid rose to his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shoved the child behind him, almost tossing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"M-my back, my back—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy’s voice trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Run. Don’t look back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid answered without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without missing a breath, he shouted—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ragna!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come cover me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No need for explanations. Ragna would handle it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid turned his gaze forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spell had failed to activate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos was charging, face twisted in rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, red-eyed fanatics sprinted forward, clutching their thin, spear-like swords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had they taken something? Their bodies were swollen, muscles pulsing unnaturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thickened legs pounded the ground as they surged forward like rabid beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos roared, tossing aside the scabbard of his flanged sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen Enkrid’s strike. He knew that if he took it lightly, he would be the one to fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own injuries didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid also raised his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A longsword of shimmering blue light, held firm in his left hand, pointed forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He met the charge head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four swords from different angles—left, right, above, below—closing in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And straight ahead—Lykanos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked as if the five blades would strike simultaneously, but they weren’t perfectly aligned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were differences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he saw them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dots and lines connected in his vision once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His muscles coiled, and he struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five swords recoiled violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an overwhelming display of speed and precision—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, not a single enemy blade touched Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before they had even attacked, Enkrid had moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left foot slid outward. His right foot kicked off the ground, stepping into a slope-like motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He twisted his body just slightly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deflecting the two swords from the left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a step and a half back—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deflecting the two from the right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And lastly, he caught Lykanos’s thrust on the flat of his blade, letting it slide past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A mistake!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos had anticipated a gap to strike—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid hadn’t relied on his fastest sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he had attacked at what seemed like a reasonable speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was the mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because in that instant, Lykanos realized something terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This bastard—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His swordplay—his speed—had never been this fast before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, his strikes were rivaling Lykanos’s own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before, his sword had been decent—but this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was now comparable to Lykanos’s fastest blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth was, Enkrid had honed this speed through countless repeated days—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to Lykanos, it looked like he had just seen his technique and copied it in a single glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An impossibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lykanos himself had once seen other swords and imitated them through relentless training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So was this bastard the same?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What mattered was that his enemy was now matching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought he could end this fight in a few exchanges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But things never went as planned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp impact split the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of flesh and armor splitting followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AARGH!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A death cry and a violent crash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something had crashed into the battlefield, tearing through friend and foe alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t an army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was one person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blonde hair whipped in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warrior, tall and broad, had discarded their helmet, swinging a massive sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their red eyes carved lines through the air, trailing behind their blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greatsword looked like it was bending from the sheer force of their swings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brutal, relentless storm of steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom! Whack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A downward slash. A sweeping cleave. A sudden thrust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every strike was a killing blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Men who had been carefully trained—who had taken drugs to boost their strength—were being cut down like wheat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kuaaaagh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even that wasn’t enough to slow the golden-haired warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll handle this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna’s voice came as he swept past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shower of blood rained onto his golden hair—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a soldier bisected by an upward slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos gritted his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was threatening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, this wasn’t over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Blades weren’t the only ones here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wolf Bishop had been waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they waited any longer, they wouldn’t be able to seize the advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Destroy the heretics!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his command, the fanatics rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There weren’t many of them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because they weren’t the real force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beasts were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wolf Bishop turned his mind toward the leader of the beast horde.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill them all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the monsters surged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy had estimated their numbers—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they had underestimated by half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds—no, over a thousand wolf beasts emerged from the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You must act as well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wolf Bishop turned to his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A barbarian, an outcast mercenary, spun his spear absentmindedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s not my turn yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This bastard—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wolf Bishop hated this man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he acknowledged his skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This one wasn’t here for faith or loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had come seeking something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immortality. Power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laughable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he truly sought something, he would have joined their faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he thought he could trade for it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wolf Bishop sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had no time to argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He followed behind his horde.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw their enemies charging to meet them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heavy infantry! Hold the line!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy had placed their strongest warriors in front—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Wolf Bishop only scoffed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He called out through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from within the horde, one towering beast rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Awooooooo!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dire Wolf howled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was no mere monster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a calamity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sleek black fur, devoid of light, devouring the surrounding glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world itself seemed to darken around it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snowflakes drifted from the sky—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before they could land on the Dire Wolf’s back, they melted from its heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an omen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An omen of obliteration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lead soldier of the heavy infantry swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can we even stop that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doubt crept into his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>",2343,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","be5a6a9900d71c76b8ea02570f8d7a1ae7d30d5282ae20e2d772502e25e60c9f","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-489","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-488",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]