[{"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-310":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},427835,689,"Chapter 308","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-310",310,"\u003Cp>When mages duel, they are said to open their spell worlds against each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each of them wields the spells accumulated within their domain as weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Galaph drew upon the rivers flowing through his own world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Strike with force.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A staff appeared in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At its tip, a white gem gleamed, and from that point, a portion of the river gushed forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The torrent coalesced into a massive, concentrated mass before transforming into water shells, hurtling through the air like artillery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think you can beat me while cursed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Idiot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Galaph jeered as he unleashed his water shells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he attacked, Esther’s hands formed signs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She revealed not her emotions, but her spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant her fingers completed their movements, flames ignited within her eyes. A fiery sphere manifested before her gaze and shot forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two opposing elemental spells collided midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deafening explosion rang out as steam burst into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fireball vanished, while the torrent of water was knocked off course, crashing violently into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earth caved inward as plumes of steam veiled the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a dense fog, the mist obscured their vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just because they couldn’t see didn’t mean they would lose track of each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mages followed the flow of mana, not mere eyesight. Their opponent’s presence was clear, even within the thick mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You stupid bitch!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The repeated insult irritated Esther.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d already decided on the words she’d say when she killed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now wasn’t the time for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Galaph hurled his taunts, he secretly sent two of his disciples behind Esther.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others had been sent elsewhere for “business,” but he had kept these two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither was an exceptional mage, but both were adept swordsmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Stupid bitch.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Galaph repeated the words in his head as he chanted again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His two disciples moved stealthily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mist provided the perfect cover, making it nearly impossible for Esther to detect them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had yet to establish their own spell worlds, meaning they wouldn’t register in her mana perception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disciples crept forward, slipping through the mist like phantoms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them gripped his sword tightly, eyes darting through the fog for their target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He planned to strike the moment he spotted her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disciple at the front was suddenly blinded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something wrapped around his face and squeezed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ggk—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You fuck—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second disciple instinctively drew his sword and thrust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ting!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Urgh—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like stabbing into solid rock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blade was knocked away, his grip shattered by the recoil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grab!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive hand emerged from the mist, seizing the second disciple by the throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reflexively clawed at the hand, trying to pry it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If even his blade couldn’t cut through, his nails meant nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gkkk!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both disciples dangled helplessly in the air, their feet kicking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn’t even scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one held by the head struggled, but the pressure was relentless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one choked by the throat turned purple, his lips darkening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tongue lolled from his mouth as the lack of oxygen took its toll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Esther calmly chanted once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drumuller’s Scythe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vacuum blade sliced through the mist, momentarily clearing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re using the same trick?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Galaph blocked it the same way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blue barrier dispersed the vacuum slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure standing motionless before Esther.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A golem?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this thing resembled a human far too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes then fell on his two dead disciples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One had died with his tongue lolling out, strangled to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other lay on the ground, blood leaking from his ears, eyes, and nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skull had been crushed, twisting his face into an unnatural shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A summoning?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I picked it up on the way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esther’s face remained devoid of amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Galaph clenched his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Losing to a half-baked fool who couldn't even fully open her spell world was unacceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Esther found him laughable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why else had she earned the title of \"Warfare\"?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because she excelled in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her spell world had been forged in combat and bloodshed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aah… it’s been a while.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A worthy opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this, she would likely be stuck as a leopard for over a month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this fight was worth that price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they got close, he struck them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they tried to retreat, he closed the distance and struck them down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid alone was an unbreakable siege weapon, tearing through the enemy ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His raw power was on full display.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some soldiers, overwhelmed by fear, began backing away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t retreat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A commander drew his sword from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Retreating meant death at the hands of their own allies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers gritted their teeth and charged once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid watched their reactions, his thoughts turning to swordsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way to swing his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The method of combat itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Commander Shinar crafted his sword to counter me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he adapted to the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So—what should he do now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reflect. Adapt. Engrain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung again, fully immersed in his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before even the wind could move—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A killing intent reached his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid pulled back his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shifted his right foot behind his left, turning his body and raising his sword to block the attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wise move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy’s blade clashed against the center of his steel sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment slower, and he would have been cut deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attacker stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small warrior, barely reaching Enkrid’s chin, with broad feet and no helmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just one glance told Enkrid everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘An offensive style built on explosive charges.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A \"swift blade\" style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The southernmost tongues called it Jung Jung Hwan Quae Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Translated into the continent’s language—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Straight blade. Heavy blade. Deceptive blade. Fast blade. Soft blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swordsmanship divided into five forms, further branching out with footwork and additional techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His opponent wielded speed in both feet and hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fast-fast blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warrior bounced on his feet a few times, then lunged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lightning-fast dash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade he swung resembled a scimitar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything was caught by that curve, it would surely be severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tatata!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two, three, four, five consecutive strikes, yet the attacker did not falter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sound of breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not slowing down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if he could swing his blade all day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid wasn’t concerned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lykanos was faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After blocking nine strikes and retreating ten steps,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding his primary sword in one hand, he reached for the second blade at his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name of the sword—Fulti.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blade so light it was almost difficult to handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for a single thrust—it was the perfect choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy leaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the ground to midair in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like he had teleported above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gravity-assisted downward slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A decisive kill attempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid did not retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thrust upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curved sword brushed his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It failed to cut through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man staggered, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Faster than me…?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body collapsed onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid murmured,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve been playing with faster opponents lately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man blinked a few times—then died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pierced Through the Heart, Yet He Spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid swung his sword through the air, shaking off the blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact from the last exchange left a dull ache in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gambeson and leather armor bore deep cuts, the fabric and hide scored open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his bandage armor remained intact—no wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, his bones throbbed from the sheer force behind that strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t know who he had just killed, but Azpen’s commander did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man had been Janus the Swift Hand, one of the top mercenaries operating within Azpen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His rapid strikes and nimble footwork had haunted many before—but his nightmare ended here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shall we finish this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid moved forward, speaking to the enemy soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were allies watching from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One soldier in particular—the same one who had been whining moments ago—couldn’t look away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’m an idiot.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fought disgustingly well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, beyond that—disgustingly, overwhelmingly well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemies rushing toward him weren’t straw dummies or rotten logs, yet they fell just as easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘And I… had the audacity…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Helma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had caught his eye, and he had secretly liked her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now—she was utterly mesmerized by that man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It bothered him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jealousy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of bullshit had he spouted about Enkrid?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘**Told him to lead from the front?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asked if he even knew how to fight?**’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had mocked him so many times, subtly and outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that bastard was out there, chewing through the enemy like it was nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Ah, fuck.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier converted his rage and embarrassment into raw physical force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill them all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His frenzied shout ignited those around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn’t just him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s rampage had pushed the entire army into a state of feral excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come at us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helma roared as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azpen’s forces staggered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They still held the superior military strength, yet morale was plummeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in battle, morale outweighed numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid alone had tipped the scale—now, Naurellia held the upper hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, something was off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy’s movements seemed… strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fought, but it was as if they were following a hidden rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone were watching from above, the battle might have appeared bizarrely structured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid pushed in deeper, the enemy fell back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, rather than scattering, they formed a pattern as they retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And between Enkrid and his allies, more and more enemy troops were piling in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one felt alarmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle was as good as won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the final stretch—the moment when the enemy would crumble and flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid kept advancing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after Janus fell, two more famed mercenaries challenged him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My name is Joy Hurrier.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A swordsman from the Hurrier family entered the fray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid cut them all down in five to seven exchanges each.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You fucking monster!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy shrieked, their words reeking of defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could doubt Naurellia’s victory now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azpen’s forces were still squirming within their own ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that chaos, they had begun severing the battlefield, separating Enkrid from his allies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away, watching the battlefield unfold, Abnaier muttered to himself:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Come in deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a little more.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The terrain played to his advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The front was a plain—but the rear was hills and ridges, rising in irregular formations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond those, a valley lay ahead, and further to the right, the forest loomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every area—carefully prepared by Abnaier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss was blocking the enemy’s retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had held back his trump cards—Shinar and Dunbakel—and it had paid off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ve stopped them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurat ran up and shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss clenched his fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, all they had to do was hold them here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, the enemy refused to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fought like cornered beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was foolish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Do they really intend to fight all night?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would only destroy them faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azpen would suffer irreversible damage from this battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet—they weren’t withdrawing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naurellia couldn’t withdraw first either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was their victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Undeniably so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘So what the fuck is going on?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss couldn’t figure it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even while winning, his expression remained grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Block him with your bodies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gray Dog mercenaries had been lying in wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were known for their tenacity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Keep pushing him back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crazy bastards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as Enkrid thought it, he kept cutting them down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this wasn’t just them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire battlefield had shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azpen’s forces were barely holding together, relying on corpses and sheer numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By tomorrow, victory would be absolute for Naurellia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy refused to break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill him now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of them had family members held hostage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were criminals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had sacrificed their futures to survive the present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they lived through this, their crimes would be pardoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they lived through this, their families would be fed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if they killed this man, they would earn more wealth than they ever dreamed of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had come to die for a price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, even they had tried to run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fighting Enkrid felt like throwing their lives away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But retreat wasn’t an option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anyone who flees—shoot them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From behind, their own forces turned against them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their \"Morale Division\" existed for this very reason—to cut down deserters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only one way forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the battlefield warped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid kept fighting, cutting, killing, but—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't move backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My name is Dolce Hurrier.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another Hurrier swordsman attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mercenaries lunged in waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mindless zealots threw their bodies at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s muscles began to tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The human wall was too thick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naurellia’s main army pushed forward, trying to support him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Azpen’s forces threw their lives away to block them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid was isolated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was due to three key reasons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, the enemy had willingly sacrificed themselves to create this situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck, what is this…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraiss realized it first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had thrown away hundreds of lives just to trap Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gray Dog mercenaries had even charged straight into the waiting blades of Naurellia’s reserves—just to split the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second, the enemy’s resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t just desperation—this was Abnaier’s will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those fighting Enkrid died clutching at him, refusing to let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And third—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier had planned for this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid tried to break free, but he had lost his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magic was at play—subtle enough to go undetected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been laid in place, step by step, long before the battle even began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t random chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a trap, designed for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stars above were hidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night had fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as Enkrid found himself trapped in the dense foliage of the ridges,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abnaier stood within his camp and declared—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got you.”\u003C\u002Fp>",2319,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","6a1a82003232121da8e9d03eab4b47d3c7283f1f771d17784fd4c536e593b095","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-311","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-309",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]