[{"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-637":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},428344,689,"Chapter 634: The Final Dance","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-637",637,"\u003Cp>“You’re saying they don’t die?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid asked calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right. They don’t die. Wraiths can’t be cut down with a mere sword. If we could use spiritual energy here, this would be easy. But inside this place, it’s sealed. That’s why those things became so dangerous—like grim reapers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, several drowned corpses stretched their necks forward. Their spines elongated unnaturally, as if gaining elasticity. A grotesque feat, possible only because they were possessed by wraiths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of them bore frostbite across their bodies—clear signs of freezing. It seemed the wraiths carried cold within them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can’t kill them by slashing with will-infused blades, either. So don’t even ask,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bran said. Among the Woodguards, he was clearly the most perceptive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He answered even before Enkrid could ask the obvious question—why not just use Will-infused strikes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zero.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bran called out, and Zero dashed forward. He severed the arm of an advancing drowned corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he sliced, a wraith behind the creature stretched out a translucent arm. It wasn’t particularly fast, and as long as you could see it, it was easy to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It shimmered faintly—clearly visible in the light. Though depending on the angle, it might disappear momentarily, no fairy would fail to notice it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zero stepped back, deftly avoiding the ghost’s reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The severed arm flopped on the ground for a moment, then began crawling forward, its fingers dragging it along the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See? If you cut off an arm, the arm moves on its own. Same with legs. And burning them isn’t easy either.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t something one could know without prior experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, the fairies had scouted and attempted to clear this labyrinth before. That’s how they knew all this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had already guessed as much when Bran mentioned they’d been here once before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the enemies’ seeming immortality, Bran remained calm. That meant he also knew how to deal with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid looked his way, and Bran continued without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go past them and find the orb nearby. Smash it. That’s their life vessel. While the rest hold them off, one of us will go for it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid nodded. It sounded like a pain in the ass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until they found this so-called orb, the fight could drag on endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like a trap designed to drain stamina and build fatigue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘If there’s a demon in this place...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...it must be a sly bastard who # Nоvеlight # enjoys toying with its prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These enemies can’t be dealt with unless you’ve got a weapon that cuts through souls. If we buy time, Brisa will find it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the fairies offered to risk herself pushing through the wraiths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brisa, the female fairy, replaced her needle blade with a short dagger. Her eyes scanned the mass of drowned corpses, calculating the most efficient path through them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, just as the plan was forming—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need for that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pell spoke up, stepping forward with his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weapon he carried was the Idol Slayer—a blade that could cut through wraiths and spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A natural enemy of ghostly foes. Against soul-based, amorphous enemies, it was nearly a cheat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Make way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid ordered, and Pell lightly stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Danger,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brisa warned. She had seen it—when Pell moved, every drowned corpse in the area reacted, not just the ones closest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, it was dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would’ve been fatal—if it wasn’t Pell. Or if the weapon in his hand had been anything less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a word, Pell stepped outward with his left foot and swung his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that arc, Enkrid saw a glimpse of Ragna’s Severance—a blade forming a wall as it sliced through necks without slowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even during sparring, Enkrid had felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Exceptional talent.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for Ragna, Pell would easily stand out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—even with Ragna, he still stood out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just that he learned techniques by observation. He interpreted them and adapted them into his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had an innate eye for spotting weaknesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he didn’t swing with thought—his instincts led the blade to its ideal path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calling it \"natural talent\" didn’t even feel like enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Shepherd’s Sword danced toward the horde, and Idol Slayer moved as if in a graceful waltz.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These ice-bound drowned corpses were dangerous. Even in death, they clung and lashed out. Severed arms moved independently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were enemies that wouldn’t die no matter how many times they were cut or stabbed—they simply split and attacked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Burning them was difficult too—the wraiths repelled flames, and the damp ground wasn’t helpful either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If spiritual energy were usable, one could purify them. But in this sealed space, they were as tricky as it got.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two fairies reached for the oil flasks tied to their waists. They were ready to toss them if things got bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they didn’t need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The oil was a mix—Woodguard sap, flaxseed oil, and rare crushed herbs—an advanced alchemical concoction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Kraiss had been here, he’d have said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re using that expensive stuff on monsters? Oh please, let’s not. Just kill the monsters and hand the oil over to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No need. Pell was enjoying the rare feeling of wielding Idol Slayer again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sliced through skulls, stabbed near where the heart would be, then pulled back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even compared to lower-tier knights, his skill was exceptional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it made sense. Pell’s usual sparring partners were Enkrid, Ragna, and Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trained daily against those stronger than him. Add to that his rivalry with Rophod, and everything in his life pushed his talent further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as a hundred drowned corpses blocked his path, Pell showed no hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single one fled. Each lunged with cursed, festering wounds waiting to mark anyone who got close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Pell didn’t flinch. Like the lead of a ballroom, his sword swayed and spun—graceful and lethal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A split skull leaked thick black fluid—wraith’s remains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wailing shriek burst from beneath a decapitated head—the cry of a dying spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Pell, spirits were the easiest enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Easier than slicing through bloodsucking flies one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the wraiths were finally cleared, a staircase leading downward appeared behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faded orb rolled out from the pile of corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bran had said to go behind the enemies and find the orb—but one of the wraiths had been carrying it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they’d followed Bran’s plan, they might’ve wasted time and energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that anyone would complain about that now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s have a spar sometime.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zero said to Pell. A rare fairy with a strong competitive streak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Enkrid, Zero was an excellent fairy—but the other two didn’t react to his words at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You and that Frokk... We’ve got some serious fighters on our side.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bran muttered, a tinge of hope beneath his even tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We can’t leave Lady Shinar as the demon’s bride.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another male fairy said. Enkrid said nothing, just started walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stairs were well-maintained this time. Whether it was human, monster, or demon—this place bore clear marks of design.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Any idea how many floors there are?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if it’s a labyrinth, it’s not a grand labyrinth. The demon is probably hiding on the next floor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bran replied. He wasn’t certain, of course—no one knew the labyrinth completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Descending, they were greeted by clean, square-cut walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A corridor stretched forward—pitch black at the end. The darkness was so deep, even the fairies couldn’t sense anything through heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Magic.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid’s instincts whispered it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now’s the only chance to rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bran suggested a short break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not exactly ideal for sleep or meals, but better than the soggy floors earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the air grew more oppressive, the pressure on their bodies more intense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fairies’ complexions dulled, except for Zero and Bran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pell and Lua Gharne were completely unaffected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Better than that week-long no-sleep mountain training.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pell quipped. He was talking about a training course Enkrid had endured too—handling extreme fatigue and crisis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin and Rem had devised it. They endured it perfectly. Ragna hadn’t even bothered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he said was:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why the hell would I do that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That course was a famous hell within the Border Guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pell passed it proudly. Frokk, being of a different species, had insane base stamina.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid? He enjoyed the training the most. He didn’t even feel tired now—just warmed up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, they rested. Exhaustion erodes the mind. And even fairies would eventually show cracks if they got too worn down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the short break, they advanced. The hallway was straight—no chance to get lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The darkness parted slightly, and a monster leapt out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A troll.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pell noted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could even finish, Enkrid grabbed the troll’s neck and ripped it out, then sliced off the second one’s head as it swung a club.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All in a flash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corridor was wide enough to fight comfortably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glowstones barely lit their front and rear, while to the sides, darkness swirled like living smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that dark, soot-like shapes leapt occasionally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zero noticed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wraith.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he named it, Pell cut it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were more—cockatrices, basilisks, petrifying creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for monsters, they looked unusually... frail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group felt like they’d been fighting for a full day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are they mass-producing these things somewhere?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pell muttered. Exhaustion was one thing—boredom was starting to creep in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until it vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next monster wasn’t part of a group. It stood alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a suit of armor mounted on a stand, unmoving in the center of the path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black armor. Hollowed-out eye sockets. Maggots writhing inside the helmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes dull and lifeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaunt figure. Oversized sword that didn’t match its frame. Its tip dragged along the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade was a dull maroon. Instead of reflecting glowstone light, it absorbed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No light passed beyond a certain distance around the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skewed shadows spilled across the floor like stains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Argila?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zero recognized her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was once a fairy knight who entered this labyrinth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, bound to the cursed place in death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had no time to process Bran or Zero’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corpse’s head tilted sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No bloodlust. But its posture said everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stepped forward, blades crossing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His drawn Jinblade scattered light, opposite to the shadow-eating sword in Argila’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why step forward?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this was no enemy he could entrust to someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His instincts told him so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black smoke flickered behind the corpse—and then it lunged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crkkk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its sword scraped the ground, rising in a vicious arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bran recognized the weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dodge it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he really meant was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t let your weapon meet hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bran had seen Enkrid in action. It gave him hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man had the skill. The stories of him slaying demons weren’t lies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even then, there were things the fairies had prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘We can’t release spiritual energy—but that doesn’t mean we can’t use it at all.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emission was blocked. But refined energy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the fairies had come equipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their secret weapon was a spiritual gem refined into fruit form—Kiaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the continental tongue: “Final Dance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If eaten, the user dies. But before death, they erupt with spiritual power and can fight briefly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bran believed it was time to use Kiaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy—Argila—was once a fairy knight. Her sword, a demonic weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once it clashed with a weapon seven times, the opponent’s sword would become twice as heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A genius fairy knight's technique, forged from Will and spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever trick the labyrinth used to bind her here—Bran didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he knew was one thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you clash blades—you lose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could finish saying “dodge,” the swords met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Bran yelled again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t match weapons with her!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid was holding off Argila’s rapid strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bran couldn’t even clearly see the movement—but one thing was certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you stood still, you’d be annihilated.\u003C\u002Fp>",1960,"2026-05-30T08:28:31.475Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","2e57c35ba1bf1bc95dc8afff870f454acdd506f018bc605f61d7cd34293fabe2","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-638","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-636",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]