[{"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-802":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},428559,689,"Chapter 798","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-802",802,"\u003Cp>A Knight Who Eternally Regresses\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the crystals shattered, Beelrog's body broke apart and scattered like ash, and from within, a black mass billowed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, he could swing his hand one more time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had enough strength left for a final act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For instance, he could have commanded all the lingering thoughts left behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordered them to wager everything they had and kill the ones who had driven him to annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Beelrog did not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not want to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply smiled, the corners of his mouth stretched wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was born to fight, and he was dying in the midst of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So there was no reason not to be satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His reason for living until now had not been slaughter, but the fight itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Born a monster, dying a fighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not retreat for fear of annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was satisfied with that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just a pity that he could not do this anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, to be a little more honest with himself, he had wanted to play with a guy like that, be it human or whatever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For longer, for a very long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a madman like that, the one with black hair and blue eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'A pity.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, he did not leave behind any clumsy, lingering attachments. Beelrog, who had intended to convey his will through telepathy, vibrated his vocal cords for the first time in a long while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to ask who the call was for. His gaze was still fixed on the human with the shining eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gaze that made it seem as if no one else existed in the world but Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his skin tore like clotted ash, the form of the labyrinth above his head likewise turned to ash and scattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the midst of it all, Beelrog finished his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That was fucking fun.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With those final words, Beelrog's face crumbled away and he vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if he had never been there from the start, like the snow of winter melting with the arrival of spring, everything in the labyrinth, starting with Beelrog, melted and faded away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, not everything faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shell that had formed his outer skin fell to the floor with a series of thuds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black mist that had flowed in place of bone and flesh, muscle and blood, had drained away, leaving behind a shell stripped of its limbs and wings and horns, looking something like a piece of tanned leather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Salamandra and Surtr also gone, it was the only remaining trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin, who had been watching, opened his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"May you find the moment you desire in the heavens.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After everything that had covered the sky vanished, an ultramarine sky was revealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the sky of early evening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the distance, a part of the fading sunlight and two moons showed their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cloudless sky was tranquil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As always, the sky simply displayed its magnificent beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid looked at the ultramarine sky, at Oara beyond all that was fading away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you, Enki.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't mention it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid replied as if it were nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A part of the lingering thoughts, or perhaps all the souls that had been bound to the being called Beelrog, ascended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single hazy light shot up from below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Starting with that, dozens of lights headed toward the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a magnificent sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them, Enkrid saw three familiar faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the halo of light, he saw the woman who wielded a single-edged sword cocking her head, the old knight Donafa with a sturdy build and not in the form of a Dullahan, and the artifact expert Rino.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rino gave a slight nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Donafa held up his axe, and the woman with the single-edged sword pressed the pommel of her sword with her left hand and tucked her chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed she was from the military, as her greeting was of that sort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the others were busy ascending, while some left what looked like a gesture of thanks toward Enkrid's party.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their body language suggested it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They are all probably grateful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body, too, was turning into a halo of light and scattering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he have brought Roman?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, by that logic, he should have brought the soldier who had a one-sided crush on Oara, not Roman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid felt the name was on the tip of his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Millio, that was his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara smiled even as she turned into a halo of light and faded away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same smile as when he had first seen her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smiling face of Oara had not changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It would sound like a curse if I said 'see you again,' wouldn't it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With those last words, Oara became light and vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn't even frown at the pain in both his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept over those who had finished the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deeply sunken mark was clearly visible on Audin's chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A trace left even though Enkrid had blocked with his sword and Audin had also blocked with his holy-power-infused Holy Light Armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint light constantly flowed from Audin's entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm alright.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were just words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was in a state where he had to circulate holy power throughout his body, even if it strained him, just to live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he was relatively fine because he possessed such a sturdy body to begin with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna stabbed Sunrise into the ground, leaning on it to support his collapsing body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were half-glazed over, and from his muttering, he was half-fainted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I should have switched to the blade there…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he meant didn't come across intuitively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was probably a statement that could only be understood from his perspective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, it was rare for a guy packed to the brim with talent to say something like that, so it sounded a bit unfamiliar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He probably wouldn't do it for long, but Ragna was actually reviewing the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was likely because he had caught a glimpse of his own shortcomings in the battle just now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pride must have been wounded by the fact that even if he couldn't overwhelm his opponent, he ultimately couldn't perform his role perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that Enkrid knew all the details of his inner thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, he was just as exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skin tingled and his whole body ached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt as if dozens of giants had ganged up and beaten his entire body with clubs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxen let out a short groan and revealed himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't fine either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dagger Enkrid had thrown had bought him time, not a shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tip of Beelrog's wing had slashed a long gash across his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he was equipped with a defensive item, blood was about to pour from the long scratch—no, the gouge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, he hadn't just left it be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had slathered on an ointment recently made by Anne by mixing in elven secret remedies, then applied a leaf he got from the elves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a substitute for a bandage, but it could be expected to increase the body's natural healing power and have a hemostatic effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, on the inside of the leaf, he had applied a medicine refined from a poison that coagulates blood, so that the flowing blood itself would become a seal over the wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the level of treatment he performed the moment he saw Beelrog die leaving only its husk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, if he hadn't done this, he would have been in danger from losing too much blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A very large scar would probably be left on Jaxen's chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That was easy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then spouted some needless words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid let out a chuckle at that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the traces of the feeling of omnipotence still lingered in his head, causing a throbbing headache, Jaxen's single remark served as a trigger to slightly dull his heightened senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxen had thrown out the joke-like comment because he had recognized Enkrid's state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're all so weak.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then Rem approached, his cheeks gaunt and dragging his legs, unable to walk properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him pretend to be fine and spew such words, it was clear that his madness was more genuine than Jaxen's 'easiness'.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, if you guys couldn't handle it, this Vice-Captain was gonna, y'know? Take an axe andslice-slice. Hmph.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Rem got a nosebleed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The traces of wiped blood around his mouth were obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wiped away the flowing nosebleed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't know for sure, but Rem's internal organs must have been ringing, yet seeing him act so tough, Rem was Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there was an elf who was supposed to hear Rem's words and throw a joke about the Vice-Captain being her role as the fiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She remained still, her mouth shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boots made of layered leaves were crushed, revealing her bare feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is called Ars Pugnae.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name of a martial art passed down through the elven race for generations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All elves are born with spirit energy. This is a technique that handles not external spirit energy, but the energy one is born with.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it cannot be used carelessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If used incorrectly, you die on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Shinar had done was just that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spirit energy she had left in her leaf-blades was exhausted, the place she was in was right in front of the Demon Realm, and with Beelrog's appearance, it had become a labyrinth similar to the Demon Realm itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had few options.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would she watch as a bystander under the excuse of faith and see everyone die?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Or would she interfere, knowing it was reckless?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above those two choices, Shinar chose not the long life of an elf, but the life of a spark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will not die, Enki.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She called him not by his fiancé's name, but by a nickname.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of nickname close friends use when shortening a name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shinar?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid looked at the elf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The life in her eyes was gradually fading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I hope to see you when I wake up again. Send me to the city of elves.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then Shinar fainted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body crumpled like a wooden block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Enkrid, the man with shattered arm bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't catch her in his arms, so he threw his own body under her collapsing form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had stopped her from falling to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the meantime, Audin approached and checked Shinar's condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A priest who wields holy power also serves as an excellent doctor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's because using holy power based on a person's condition is fundamental.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It is a prejudice to think that just pouring holy power on someone will heal their body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That process also requires delicate control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She is not dead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin, long breath continued from Shinar's lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She will be fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jaxen said next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He too had a knack for grasping a person's condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breathing was shallow, but stable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her condition was similar to when one used a fainting drug that makes you feign death, which was sometimes used in the world of assassination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To an unknowing person, her breathing was so faint that they would truly think she was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'But she won't die.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was what his senses told him from observing her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flame wasn't large, but this light would not be easily extinguished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That light truly did not go out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That is to say, this elf had once again manifested a joke in her own unique way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, and it would be even better if our wedding ceremony were prepared when I wake up again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar had slightly lifted only her head to say her piece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn't she supposed to have fainted?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to think of it, an elf's breath is naturally faint and thin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, she was breathing even more laboriously now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was only natural, as she was exhausted from depleting her spirit energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone present was not breathing as they normally would.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Jaxen felt there was something off about his senses observing Shinar's condition, and even that Rem had barely managed to walk this far and was now panting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed the staff that Ragna was leaning on was more needed by Rem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Were you surprised?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar showed a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid just laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he had been surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fight was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the ultramarine sky as their backdrop, they collected Beelrog's husk and headed for the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The place they had been was a wide, open space outside the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Enkrid in the lead, they all walked with slow steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the place they arrived, they saw the survivors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No one is dead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was Ropord's report upon seeing Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren't dead, but it was clear that they had also fought a harsh battle here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ropord had a deep wound on his left forearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wound so deep that even with holy power treatment and Anne's help, he wouldn't be able to hold a sword for a fortnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he consider himself lucky not to have lost an arm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been in the middle of wrapping his arm with bandages when he spotted Enkrid and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Including the residents.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fel added to the report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words that no one died meant that they had protected everyone here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be more precise, they had been able to protect them because there were no crazed slaughterers among the attackers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Lord watched over us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Theresa said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, was it fun?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luagarne, who had lost both legs and her left arm, leaving only her right, greeted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Very.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid replied and looked around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the people who were watching them cautiously, the ones he had protected by standing before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The residents of the Demon Realm muttered about demonic nature and whatnot as they bowed their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Enkrid had two dreams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the first dream, Oara appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Weren't you supposed to have ascended?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, this is a lingering attachment, you see. A real lingering thought. You could call it a final farewell. Anyway, you fight better than me now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that so?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir Enkrid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he silently looked at her, Oara drew her sword, Laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was a lingering attachment. J\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ust as Beelrog had felt the desire to play with Enkrid more, Oara also had a lingering attachment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had once dreamed of a life after protecting the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'After protecting the city with Laughter.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had wanted to wander around with a single sword, looking for fun things to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That lingering attachment was now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will face you with my full strength.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it was a dream, there were no injuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was an offer so tempting that he wouldn't refuse even if there were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara was gone now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truly gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this would be the last time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clashed blades and experienced the artistry Oara possessed more deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't the technique called 'Connecting Sword,' but her life itself contained within the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Will is volition.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Volition is life, a sword extended with that life contained within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He learns her stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, he reflects on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dream ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you, truly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oara's lingering attachment departed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second dream began with a wide meadow and a blond man on horseback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have never once lost.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that voice reminded him of the owner of the ferry boat.\u003C\u002Fp>",2583,"2026-05-30T08:28:35.159Z","2026-06-01T04:30:45.896Z",1,"novelbin.me","21d2e8213f8175f45ff7532dde712904a867be1489a27548e2986930366a76f2","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-803","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-801",882,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-knight-who-eternally-regresses-cover.jpg"]