[{"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-452":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},427991,689,"Chapter 450","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-452",452,"\u003Cp>\"It's nothing big. Just a damned unlucky day.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara spoke. She had already entered the Demon Realm dozens of times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alone, no less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the beginning, it was just slaying monsters near the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, she started venturing deeper in search of a way to destroy the Demon Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally, she went even deeper, armed with a hypothesis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's when she encountered a bizarre creature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ghoul with a deadly poison in its claw tips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she saw it, her knight’s instinct screamed—it wasn’t a foe to be taken lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And more than that, it served as evidence for her theory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What exactly is the Demon Realm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You could call it another kind of colony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a colony disappears when you kill its leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what about the Demon Realm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's the same principle. This one isn't even that big. But it's been rooted here for over fifty years, hasn't it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It came up in the conversation along with the subject of poisons. Enkrid listened quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara wasn't a scholar, but she was a knight who had devoted her life to eradicating the gray forest Demon Realm before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Things that couldn’t be figured out by thinking? That couldn’t even be guessed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She solved those by throwing her body at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you don’t know, go into the Demon Realm, see it with your own eyes, and find out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a method no one would dare attempt without brute strength on a ridiculous level—but she did it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this is what she discovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's a period of succession.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t understand the full mechanics, but one thing was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The core of the Demon Realm shifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara believed that ghoul was the new core sustaining the next generation of the Demon Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In colony terms, it was the leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She only had to cross swords with it a few times to know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wielded strength, speed, and intelligence on a whole different level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t know what the previous core had been, nor did she care to find out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Oara, only one fact mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slay the evolved ghoul, and the Demon Realm would lose its power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more dangerous monsters like that one would appear. The rest could be cleaned up over time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’d be no need for knights after that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roman would take over the job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was her successor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had already chosen one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the opportunity came, she would burn her life away to erase the core of the Demon Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was her resolve and belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression brightened, an unusual sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Will surged through her entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was strange, honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara thought as she spoke—it really was strange, but talking to the man before her made her feel a surge of energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A part of the omnipotence she felt when she’d first become a knight filled her body once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you saying the poison can't be neutralized?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had grasped the core issue and asked. Just then, arrows flew once more across the land where darkness had fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oara!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers shouted. Arrows rained down alongside the fortress’s defenses. Right in front of the gate stood the usual four squires and two junior knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything happened, they’d immediately become the wall that would shatter the monsters’ skulls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara chuckled at Enkrid’s question and clapped him on the back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, do I look like I’m about to die? We’re still working on a way to neutralize it, so don’t \u002FN_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t\u002F worry. And I’ve got at least ten good years left, alright?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said time would sort it out somehow. And it didn’t sound like a lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The poison had come from the ghoul’s claws, but for now, there was no way to cure it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were many reasons for that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had repeatedly entered and exited the Demon Realm with that body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d fought the ghoul two more times, adding different poisons to the mix and causing compound intoxication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had tried divine healing and used potions from a renowned alchemist, but so far nothing had worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, divinity isn’t all-powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I figured it out after a few times, but damn, your back muscles are something else.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara said as she looked at her palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The firmness of Enkrid’s back muscles still lingered on her hand. In short, they felt good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she added that some days were just like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was one of those days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A day when the damn monsters popped out like troublemakers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You couldn’t predict every move the Demon Realm made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Those spider bastards.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara muttered. Her eyes gleamed white. The Will within her gaze pierced the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several massive monster spiders charged forward, leaping at the squires and junior knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their massive bodies loomed over the humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t get cocky!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of them, Oliver swung his mace down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spider’s head split open, spilling thick, black fluid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dunbakel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid called to Dunbakel from a distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel dragged her feet as she approached, clearly hating every second of being here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d been whining for days about when they were going back, so this reaction wasn’t surprising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Rem threatened to cut her ankles off if she dragged her feet again, Dunbakel moved a lot faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaa-ak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crow shrieked tirelessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From inside the Demon Realm came the constant hooting of an owl—Bwoo-ooo, Bwoo-ooo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You see anything?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roughly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beastfolk have excellent night vision. Enkrid himself could make out some shapes thanks to training, but he couldn’t match her precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Dunbakel spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re holding the front of the wall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kiiiaaaagh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another piercing shriek erupted—more spider screeches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was coming from just a little beyond the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A couple of torches lit the figures standing there. Their shadows stretched long toward the Demon Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four squires and two junior knights had stepped forward to meet the oncoming spiders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel said, her voice devoid of emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s eyes didn’t leave the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing had changed. They shattered and crushed any monster spiders that dared approach. They didn’t look like they had any intention of retreating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roman, who was holding down a whole segment of the barricade with pure strength, was brimming with confidence that reached the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You bastards better die smiling!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cheerful shout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They showed no sign of strain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no threat. And yet Enkrid’s instincts screamed at him. His skin prickled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know. Dunbakel, watching the fight, asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shouldn’t we just pull back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, Captain. This feels off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem approached and called out to Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Farther off, Lua Gharne cast a glance from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara tilted her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just Enkrid who could sense the atmosphere shift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, perhaps because he had experienced death so many times, Enkrid was more sensitive to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even Oara felt something was off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinked once and thought: for a wave, this isn’t a lot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spiders usually fight with sheer numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why the soldiers atop the wall had fired arrows to thin them out first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why did it feel ominous? Why did the air feel so foul?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Twin Blood Moons?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was rare, but there were nights when both moons turned red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a day known as Darpina.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A time when the god of death descended upon the land, and the god of monsters peeked briefly into the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, a day when awful things happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bring me my armor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara ordered, and two soldiers brought it over. The chest was reinforced with steel and leather padding covered the rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she removed her cloak and put on the armor, a clamor drifted to Enkrid’s ears from inside the gate below the fortress wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between the snap of bowstrings and the shouts of commanders, there was a strange noise. It sounded like an argument.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid descended the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On his way down, he saw those quarreling in front of the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gate was cracked open—just enough for a single person to pass. A soldier, the one they called Rowena’s man, stood there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me through!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be insane. You’ll die if you go out now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t care. I’d rather die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier yelled, but Millio, guarding the gate, couldn’t allow that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You dumb bastard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Goddamn it, Millio, Rowena went out on recon and hasn’t come back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier didn’t sob, but it sounded close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Millio couldn’t say anything back. Rowena and the man before him were the city’s most well-known lovers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flower blooming in the darkness of the Demon Realm. And Millio knew—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those two would give their lives for each other if it meant keeping the other safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he couldn’t let him through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rowena was a capable one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few more years, and she’d likely be considered for the knighthood herself—so yes, she was probably still alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Trust her and wait. Rowena’s sharper than you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s already past the time she should’ve come back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Millio couldn’t win against this man. Behind him stood the loyal underlings of that friendship-bound fool, silent and unmoving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You all planning to go together?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To support our squad leader’s love.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier behind him replied. He was the one who’d killed two thugs serving a corrupt lord in his homeland and fled all the way here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he was a proper soldier of the Brick City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was madness. Clearly madness—but Millio stepped aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The front’s already being held by the knights. Loop left.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier slipped out through the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oara!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Millio shouted suddenly, and the soldiers atop the wall stomped in response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oara!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gonna die with a smile!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chant tore through the night sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Screamer Spiders were only one type of monster spider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were also armored spiders and those that shot webs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, none of them had breached the barrier the knights had formed twenty paces in front of the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, one more had joined the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey! Let’s play!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Oara. She slid down the fortress wall with her back against it and landed smoothly, rejoining her knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just the act of descending the wall like that was a feat in itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she darted among the monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where do you think you’re going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She charged forward, drawing her sword—a long, slender blade. She ran straight ahead, then curved sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she did, her blade slashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like a stream of water cutting through the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fluid, uninterrupted curve drawn by her sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each step and stroke, she carved a line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any armored spider or giant spider that touched that line was sliced apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was the belly, the head, or the carapace—it didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her sword would not be stopped. You could tell just by watching. If the monsters came at her one by one, she could easily slaughter them all on her own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, just her glare caused the monsters to freeze mid-step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same overwhelming pressure Enkrid had experienced before—enough to make one dizzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara was still just warming up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The short-haired blonde’s performance wasn’t any less impressive. Her eyes glowed white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Poison. Evasive maneuver.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pierced the darkness with her gaze and adjusted their formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four squires scattered into pairs at her words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A splash of black fluid landed where they had just been. A spider that spat poison had attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blonde moved her hand. With a flick, a throwing knife flew through the air and pierced the head of the poison-spitting spider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fucking spider bastards.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roman, wielder of the blunt greatsword, broke formation briefly. He stepped forward and swung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom! Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explosive cracks rang out as six armored spiders were crushed under his hammer-blows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black bodily fluids splattered across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Rowena’s man had already stepped outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oliver, swinging his mace on the far left of the formation, shouted when he saw him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going with you,” Enkrid said as he followed, with Rem and the others right behind. At that, Rowena’s soldier looked on the verge of tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you an angel?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up. If you don’t move, I’ll throw you back over the wall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flat warning silenced the man. They planned to scout only part of the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could they hold out until dawn?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Twin Blood Moons spilled their ominous red light between the clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid turned back almost absently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw Millio moving out with a portion of the forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knight can cut through cloth, but they only have one body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While you’re cutting one, nine hundred more can circle around and cause havoc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s what squires, junior knights, and additional troops were for—to fill those gaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he turned his gaze forward again, Enkrid’s hair stood on end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brace!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could even identify the sensation, Oara’s shout came first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ting-ting-ting-ting-ting-ting!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sound, followed by something raining down overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid sensed it by the force and the sound of slicing wind—monsters had launched something. Arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he couldn’t see them clearly. The darkness was a veil. The Twin Blood Moons, hidden behind clouds, were no help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel’s pupils expanded. Once oval, they now filled her eyes with shining light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw what the monsters had loosed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not ordinary human arrows—but white bolts, almost like bundled thread, streaking across the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like dozens of meteors breaking apart and crashing down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel reflexively drew her curved blades and crossed them overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blocking, deflecting, dodging—simple as that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Head down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem also reacted, pulling down the head of a nearby soldier and swinging his axe. Enkrid, too, raised his shield on instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arrows struck the shield on his right arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump! Tong!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t have particularly sharp tips—more blunt than piercing. But they were heavy. That’s how they felt to Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped to one knee and easily blocked the next volley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barrage didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Attacks like this couldn’t stop squires, junior knights, or knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But regular soldiers? For them, arrows were still a deadly threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those beside him were protected by Rem, Dunbakel, and Lua Gharne, and the troops atop the wall had the barrier as a shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what about those who’d charged out to fill the gaps, risking their lives?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Millio!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid shouted, warning in his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw it happen—a white arrow from the monsters struck Millio in the head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d thrown himself to protect a subordinate instead of defending himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrow crushed his helmet, and his eyeball popped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skull cracked, blood bursting forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not every arrow packed that much power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a few of them were lethal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monsters were clever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rather than waste their shots on knights who wouldn’t even flinch, they targeted the weaker ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You motherfucking bastards!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone was shouting in rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid felt the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Millio had been the one who looked out for him most during his time here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying he didn’t care about the man would’ve been a lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn’t over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From within the monster horde, something like a pole suddenly rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A person was tied to it. At the top of the pole, a blue stone was affixed—looked like a firestone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That pale-blue glow mixed with the darkness and lit up the captive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rowena!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier who had come with them screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monsters, taking hostages?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid knew now—this wave was nothing like the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what, was he supposed to stop? Just stand here in shock?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rem, Dunbakel—left.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While everyone else froze for a moment, Enkrid crouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darkness, firestone, hostage—yes, it was all shocking. But if you let that stop you, nothing changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it was time to fight, then fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it,” Dunbakel muttered as she moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem had already crouched low and was advancing.\u003C\u002Fp>",2634,"2026-05-30T08:27:55.568Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","a011ead15c8668cbccbe9f808b6ce17e8f855e412739923ff3586aa59b377707","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-453","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-264",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]