[{"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-403":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},427942,689,"Chapter 401","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-403",403,"\u003Cp>At the break of dawn, both armies began their movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stood in the same formation as yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vast plains served as their stage, and the rising wind became their silent spectator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, instead of individual duels, archers, infantry, and cavalry lined up in formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no explicit agreement, but both commanders standing at the vanguard wordlessly accepted the sunrise as their signal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid watched, walking forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His steps were light, as if he were on a morning stroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this wasn’t a real stroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was fully armed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three swords and his whistle dagger—every piece of gear was meticulously secured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was another difference from before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The placement of his weapons had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With two finger-widths of its blade missing, this new position was more practical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would the dwarf who forged this be upset if he saw it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dwarves took great pride in their weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as elves took pride in the trees, flowers, and plants they nurtured—calling themselves the children of the forest—dwarves were the children of iron and flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giants, who proved themselves through blood and slaughter, were the children of hot-blooded war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beastfolk, who hunted for survival, were the children of the mountains and fields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragonkin, who stood alone, were children of no one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Frokk, who staked everything on their dreams, were the children of ambition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And humans?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humans had no symbolic lineage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because they could become anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a fleeting thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking alongside the army, Enkrid checked his equipment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Block, evade, strike.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Feint, strike, cleave.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simulated battle in his mind, replaying yesterday’s fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the outside, he must have looked like a madman flailing his limbs as he walked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one glared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one complained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you fighting with us today as well?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soldier, mustering his courage, asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man stood at the head of a fifty-man company halted in formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their commander had spoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All fifty pairs of eyes turned toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against the same opponent as yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just a gut feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his enemy had admitted defeat, the flames burning in his eyes had not faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man would return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid finished his mental rehearsal and path adjustments as he moved between formations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, Rem, Jaxon, Ragna, and Dunbakel followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look at this weather, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem mused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid glanced up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clouds weren’t thick enough for rain yet, but they were gathering fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They moved quickly—visible even from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no scent of rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel sniffed and said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Won’t rain until tomorrow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna remained indifferent, while Jaxon, as always, kept his expression unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem, on the other hand, grinned like an excited child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're going to shit blood today.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a reasonable statement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today would be brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier at dawn, he had discussed it with Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You realize something?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If they had attacked immediately yesterday, we would’ve been in serious trouble.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn’t need the explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had felt it instinctively and understood it logically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy had been in formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kingdom’s forces had looked organized but had yet to truly unite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, the enemy withdrew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t because they were cowards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that were the case, things would be far too easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant they were preparing something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They were willing to waste a day.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had thought the same thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Marcus had understood it as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know. But that time was necessary for us too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their army was outnumbered, less trained, and lacked a cohesive chain of command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy was a well-disciplined unit under a single command structure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid’s performance yesterday had oiled the rusted gears in their own army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having someone like him on their side had boosted morale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their passion and determination had been redirected properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus had used it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crang had laid out strategies that had been put to full use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last night, crows had flown non-stop as messengers carried plans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy had bought themselves a day—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that time had been just as valuable to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s why I cooked meat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words were not just about food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His anticipation had boiled over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when they killed the Undying Madman, Rem had been dissatisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And why wouldn’t he be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t a proper battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a chase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem wanted to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To clash, to bleed, to struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His bloodthirst burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bonfire overflowing with fuel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flames licked outward, ready to consume everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will burn it all in battle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A true warrior must burn their soul in combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid looked at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s with him today?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heat radiating from Rem was stronger than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna felt it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon, though silent, noticed it as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel seemed deep in thought, and Esther perched on Enkrid’s shoulder, watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They reached the edge of range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both armies were standing just within bowshot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both commanders, as if synchronized, shouted at the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fire!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arrows soared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle had begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drums thundered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horns blared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arrows rained from both sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kingdom’s archers numbered five hundred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy had over a thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their volleys collided in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oaken and pine shafts, fletched with steel-tipped heads, found their targets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soldier collapsed, an arrow piercing the gap in his helmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there weren’t many unlucky ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The frontline infantry raised angled shields to withstand the assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Chargeeeeee!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy moved first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus had prepared for a defensive counter-strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the right flank of the Count’s army, a cavalry detachment broke off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ride!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lances lowered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cavalry charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they broke the formation, it could spell instant defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kingdom’s forces had to hold the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Move! Get there! Hold the line!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A kingdom officer spotted {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} the target and issued orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His unit had spoken to Enkrid earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, his voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pikes, bracing positions!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pikes angled upward, their butts dug into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wall of spears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The best defense against cavalry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy had no time to change course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunderous hoofbeats roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spears impaled riders and mounts alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bones shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screams tore through the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And thus—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slaughter began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spearheads pierced through both mounts and riders alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood splattered in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of bones snapping echoed across the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cavalry was obliterated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the riders, however, were thrown from their horses rather than impaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn’t save them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The momentum of their charge became their own executioner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kuaaaagh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gaaahhh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screams filled the battlefield—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deafening declaration that this place was now Hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the fallen, a few barely clung to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they were given no mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kingdom's soldiers, their adrenaline surging, drew their longswords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slash! Stab!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Die!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bastard!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the gaps in the spear wall, a few enemy cavalry managed to break through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their sheer weight alone turned them into weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was common for soldiers to be crushed under the weight of a falling horse, and even a single broken limb could mean certain death in the middle of battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few riders collapsed as they forced their way through, creating gaps in the formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the waiting infantry immediately thrust their spears forward, filling the breach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Charge! Charge!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy cavalry tried to force their way through by sheer numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the infantry holding the spear wall endured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers fighting in the midst of the chaos couldn't grasp the larger picture, but from the perspective of a commander, this was a major victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle had started well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus clenched his fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the enemy moved again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another wave of cavalry surged from the opposing ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've really prepared for everything, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were mounted archers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There weren't many of them—only around fifty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But tracking them down would be no easy task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if they just keep running and shooting...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every one of them was skilled enough to do that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their leader had charged ahead on the first day and died by Enkrid’s blade, but these soldiers were formidable warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their very nature as cavalry archers made them a threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They galloped toward the kingdom’s officers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even at a glance, it was clear this was a well-trained unit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps this was the first blade the Count had prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s gaze followed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a wide-open plain, it was only natural that mounted movements stood out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If we leave them alone, they'll cause real damage.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood that much, but it wasn't the time to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Marcus isn't an idiot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had witnessed yesterday’s strategy meeting—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The officers under Marcus weren’t lacking, either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before his thoughts could fully settle, allied cavalry burst forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were only a dozen or so, but leading the charge was a head of fiery orange hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A red cape billowed in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia and the squires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they had refused to rely on knights, these warriors were still former royal retainers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For Naurillia!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia’s voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She and her squires charged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a blink, they closed the distance, hunting down the mounted archers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy cavalry fled, shooting arrows as they retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aisia swung her sword, deflecting the most dangerous shots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a shield, she simply twisted her wrist, redirecting the arrows with flawless precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, she caught up and closed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her blade swung, severing a man's neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before his head even hit the ground, her sword pierced another enemy’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She rushed sideways, thrusting, cutting—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merciless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A terrifying momentum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fight to the end!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the mounted archers dwindled, enemy cavalry surged forward to intercept the knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn't all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy infantry advanced, and among them were a few distinct warriors, their eyes locked on Aisia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the infantry clashed, those with exceptional skills became more visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem sprang forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll go first!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment his foot touched the ground, his entire body seemed to elongate, surging forward with incredible speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a movement that required skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, Enkrid could do it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using the Heart of Might, he could slam the ground, not to jump upward—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but to thrust himself forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it wasn’t something just anyone could do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had engraved the technique into his body through countless repetitions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem charged a warrior who had broken away from the enemy infantry line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy saw Rem and turned to face him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dual war hammers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem drew his axe, swinging—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent swung back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Claang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact rang like a bell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers around them instinctively stepped back, creating a space for the duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s eyes caught a shadow rising behind Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hidden soldier, lying in wait, lunged from the ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thrust was unbelievably fast and precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A perfect ambush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Rem twisted his body, dodging at the last second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade grazed his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem retaliated—his axe swung down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy leaped backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No need to interfere.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If things got dangerous, Rem could escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not—he’d win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, this was Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s start cutting them down.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid turned his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fucking barbarian.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna scoffed, stepping forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward the enemy infantry’s flank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mad Platoon had separated from the main force, but no one paid much attention to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield was too chaotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid watched Ragna’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A knight is a disaster for common soldiers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ragna was closer to a knight than anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t injured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t tired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he had eaten well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna slipped into the enemy's ranks—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather, he flowed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No need for strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who stood before him was cut down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The side of the enemy formation began to collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blade flickered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soldier’s head flew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t even realize they had died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Ragna’s sword carved through bodies, the enemy’s numbers plummeted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within moments, corpses piled up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy noticed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realization only made things worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grim reaper had walked into their ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s gaze shifted to another group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the enemy infantry, he saw several figures moving with clear intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jaxon?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Leave them to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy wasn’t stupid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their elite warriors weren’t engaging Rem or Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, their lieutenants had infiltrated the regular troops, moving through the ranks like shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A solid strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hidden force, surgically cutting down key soldiers, could turn the tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxon moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tracking down the ones who stood out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid walked toward the enemy lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell is this guy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A waiting enemy unit saw him approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them dared to break formation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they didn’t attack right away either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a massive shadow loomed over Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sun blazed behind the figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My name is Bennukt. I am a giant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice like rolling thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t need to be said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His size alone made that obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive warrior clenched his fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid raised his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver steel gleamed in the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both warriors read each other’s breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Searching for the perfect moment to seize the advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid spoke first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where's your leader?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bennukt answered with action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lunged forward like a cannonball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bennukt slammed his foot against the ground, launching his entire body forward like a cannonball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air seemed to fold in on itself as he shot forward, his shoulder aimed straight at Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment they collided—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderous impact burst between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire enemy formation, caught in the middle of their charge, turned to look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cloud of dust exploded into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it settled, their figures emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither had stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had clashed head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shockwave rippled outward, yet both of them had absorbed the force, letting what needed to flow past while holding their ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that single exchange, Enkrid understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bennukt, the so-called giant, was not as powerful as his size suggested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t overconfidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was simply a cold, calculated assessment.\u003C\u002Fp>",2350,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","e782e38dd67d1f8211706c55556c48a15e6d649f187ea86201c5664ae119ba0c","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-215","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-214",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]