[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-eternally-regressing-knight":3,"chapter-eternally-regressing-knight-eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-132":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Eternally Regressing Knight",{"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},963653,1263,"Chapter 132 - The Pilgrim Walking in Search of a Dream","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-132",132,"\u003Cp>Chapter 132 - The Pilgrim Walking in Search of a Dream\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus felt a wave of dizziness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, soaking it almost instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'These bastards...?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mouth went dry at the enemy's cunning ploy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But standing idly by was not an option—he was the commander of the current infantry battalion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the reinforcements joining them, his unit had swelled to two battalions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tortoise Company, hold the rear! The rest, stop the giant! Do not break formation! If anyone retreats, put an arrow in their skulls!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His adjutant repeated his orders, and the messengers took off in all directions, shouting the abbreviated commands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it, just block it! Hold the line! Fall back and you die anyway!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could turn into the worst possible situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forcing the soldiers to sacrifice themselves would crush morale, and once they started retreating, securing a favorable position on the battlefield would be nothing but a pipe dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no other choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed time to reorganize his forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horn blared incessantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bwooooooo!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus stared into the mist that clouded his vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a cursed, miserable battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadn't they nearly been wiped out because of this wretched fog in the previous battle as well?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That time, the mist had been conjured by sorcery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How had they dealt with it back then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the wit and strategy of the previous battalion commander?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Yeah, like hell I'd believe that nonsense.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew exactly what kind of man the previous battalion commander was—a noble-born officer who loved bribes more than competence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fool driven by greed rather than skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone else had broken that sorcery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone kept quiet about it, but it was that squad leader—the one nicknamed the \"Spell Breaker.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier who got lucky, the one rumored to have slept with the Goddess of Fortune herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same soldier he had sent to Cross Guard, only for him to return after solving even more problems over there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, that soldier came to mind at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier he had called upon to control that lunatic squad and put them to use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name that burned clearly in his mind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his train of thought came to an end—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the slowly thinning fog, something appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A being that stood several heads taller than any human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Holy shit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That bastard enemy commander was serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rather than waging a drawn-out battle, he had gathered his forces and struck directly at the main army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this were a gamble, he had gone all in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Goddamn, in the middle of all this, he pulls something like that?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, it had been one shocking move after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, duels using soldiers to break morale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a strike at the rear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, sending a giant to overturn the battlefield in a single blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this the work of a strategic genius?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or was it a reckless plan that happened to align by sheer luck?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no way of knowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield only cared about results.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Victories and losses—nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they lost here, it would be because of his own inadequacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest tightened with tension, but instead of despair, a grin crept onto his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a reason they called him a war freak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In moments like this, his desires, his instincts, his very primal urges boiled over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chariot of battle pumped his veins with adrenaline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'If... if we can catch the right flow, even just a little...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus was not the type to carefully analyze the battlefield and devise strategies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a gambler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He left the thinking to his subordinates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We must retreat. A single giant will cost us at least a platoon's worth of men.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We need to acknowledge that the enemy's move is devastating.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We should regroup and counter with archers instead of heavy infantry—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before his adjutants could even finish speaking—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Left flank! Elves and assassins have appeared!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right flank! A squad of elite mercenaries is rampaging! They're at least top-tier!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An absolute catastrophe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, Marcus's heart did not shrink in fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'This isn't over yet.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring his adjutants' pleading gazes for retreat, he remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he needed was a small shift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the winds of change blew, even slightly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus swallowed dryly and waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if that change never came?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'No... There's a chance.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were always exceptional individuals within any gathered force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even within this infantry battalion, there had to be such people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All it took was a single hand to stir the stagnant waters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus believed that moment would come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Commander!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His adjutant shouted in desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was that urgent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A messenger sprinted toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a distance, screaming the battlefield report at the top of his lungs—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was so hoarse that his veins bulged from his neck, his voice on the verge of breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Urgent news! Urgent news! The giant has been slain!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shift he had been waiting for, relying purely on instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't matter who had done it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Full-scale advance!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcus roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment of counterattack had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He proved his worth as a commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a formidable leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his command, the Naurilian army surged forward like a charging turtle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A circular assault formation centered around the heavy-armor Tortoise Company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a formation Marcus specialized in—a large-scale battle tactic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant's death was merely the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winds of change spread across the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a violent storm sweeping in at the turn of summer to autumn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fooooooorwarrrrd!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voices of the messengers, chosen for their booming voices, echoed across the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bwooooooo!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horn sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A call for the army's advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wipe them all out!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Die, you bastards!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bell joined the charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Rem slay the giant and their allies withstand the giant's strength set his heart ablaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This battlefield didn't feel like one they could lose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the sense he got.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pa-pa-bak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The infantry wielding spears lunged forward, stabbing at the enemy like thorns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The struck unit held firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aspen's elite soldiers were tough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their shields and armor were sturdy, and they retaliated by thrusting their own spears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Open up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A command rang out from behind the allied spearmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You think you're as tough as we are?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turtle Heavy Infantry Company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1st Company of the 4th Battalion, 4th Regiment, Cypress Division.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A unit named after knights and renowned even within the division.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not an independent detachment but a core force of the army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their tactics were simple, and the overall strategy was even simpler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Advance, break, and destroy.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Turtle Heavy Infantry Company did not take the field to defend. They were here to attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their steps were slow but heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the spearmen at the front had been the spears, now came the maces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maces meant to crush and shatter shields and armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While their main weapon was usually a pike, what they needed now was a relentless, crushing advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, they swapped to blunt weapons, designed to break enemy defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath their armor, they wore padded gambesons over inner garments, then chainmail, and finally reinforced their limbs with steel gauntlets and greaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their charge together felt like an avalanche of iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten heavy infantrymen at the front moved in perfect unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raising their weapons vertically above their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their maces, longer than standard ones, cast shadows over the blood-soaked ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soldier among the enemy muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ten leading heavy infantrymen brought down their weapons simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The iron mauls sliced through the air, smashing shields, armor, and the spears feebly thrust forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cacophony of destruction erupted at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of the enemy soldiers died from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a battle of formations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't collapse immediately, but the real problem was what followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle lines had now fully merged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boundaries between allies and enemies blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the sun and moon dissolving the night's border before dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both armies fought to maintain their formations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the heavy infantry, locked in place, demonstrated their devastating strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second blow shattered a buckler into splinters that scattered into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eyes of the Aspen soldier holding the broken shield widened in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another mace came flying over the remains of his shield, slamming into his helmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His leather helmet was no match for the force of the steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skull caved in instantly, and he collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy infantry marched over his fallen body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch, crunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bones cracked, cheekbones shattered, and blood splattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The body, unable to withstand the weight, was trampled lifeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the soldier crushed beneath the heavy infantry's boots, death was the only outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Advance! One step forward!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy infantry commander kept their formation intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slow, deliberate advance, tightening the enemy's noose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't a charge or a rush—just a methodical, crushing push forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy had no room to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sweep them away.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commander's voice brimmed with confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was justified—the battle had flipped in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had there been knights present...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had this battle begun with a duel between them, things might have been different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the enemy hadn't chosen that kind of fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had hidden their trump card and struck first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, their attack had been met with an even stronger sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sword they hadn't expected to be so unbreakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could have imagined that even a madman like Rem would not only slay a giant—but toy with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uoooooh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A war cry tore through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers were in a frenzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes bloodshot, they thrust their spears and swung their swords wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even grabbed axes and hurled them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Marcus's tactics shone once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy infantry shattered the enemy's formation from the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shoot! Shoot! Fire everything!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A unit flanked around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swift, lightly armored archers—rangers wielding shortbows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One exceptional ranger had recently joined their ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman named Finn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Marcus's order, she understood exactly what he wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arrows rained down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Few died from the barrage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the arrows kept coming, over and over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They did not hold back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Drop your weapons and surrender! Put your heads to the ground! Surrender, and you will not be killed!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They shouted repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Messengers with powerful voices echoed the call across the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers at the fringes, already losing morale, were on the verge of retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when they encountered Finn, they had no choice but to drop their weapons and raise their hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't kill them! Don't kill them!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finn deliberately spared the surrendering soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The effect was immediate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, they fell to their knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tide of the battlefield had completely turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem wiped his hands clean after slaying the giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Guess my sweat's going to dry now.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been fun up to this point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What came next?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chasing down and slaughtering the enemy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn't feel like it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't about mercy or avoiding a massacre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had already won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pursuit just seemed tedious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around, wondering if the enemy had another hidden giant or something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only murmurs from the enemy command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'They're about to scatter.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Maybe they'll try some sorcery or something.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No signs of that either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Rem's conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned around to find his platoon leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...What the hell.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where'd that bastard go?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was supposed to stay back and watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't even see him fight the giant?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lazy bastard and the religious zealot were gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the stray cat was gone too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant... he must've gone off with one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something felt off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whoa! Long live the Madmen unit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Long live Rem!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after the battle, voices continued to praise Rem for taking down the giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every passing soldier sang his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A madman in their ranks had slaughtered an enemy giant, a beast consumed by bloodlust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But more than anything, it was that final move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen the giant wielding its massive war hammer, then kicked the giant's thigh, smashed its fingers gripping the weapon with his fist, and broke them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, he launched himself into the air, spinning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head dipped downward as his foot struck the giant's jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A resounding impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without hesitation, he picked up a stray spear, driving it through the giant's shattered jaw and up through the back of its skull, creating something almost like a work of art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fallen giant looked like a sculpted monument.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And standing before it, Rem seemed like a hero from legends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giant foes often played the role of villains in stories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, naturally, cheers erupted non-stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shut up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he was being praised, Rem suddenly shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was so loud that those celebrating him immediately fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did his nickname surface in their minds, shining like the full moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Barbarian madman.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lunatic who lost it for no reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A madman who raged and swore without cause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where's our captain?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone raised a hand and pointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There stood Enkrid, holding two axes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already been heading their way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Rem, Ragna, and Enkrid met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told you to watch—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Picked them up on the way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid cut Rem off and tossed the weapons toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two axes sliced through the air and landed perfectly in Rem's grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stretched his hands out and caught them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grip, the weight—it felt just right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding them, he could tell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were better than what he had used before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weapons that had been personally maintained, that had tasted blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the balance to the axe blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Made with high-quality steel, meticulously cared for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You went to get these just because my axe broke?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't matter how he got them, as long as they were in his hands now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid knew Rem well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though in truth, he had just stumbled upon them, if this was enough to bring peace, then so be it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The killing intent emanating from Rem softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hostility faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You saw what I told you to watch?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I saw it. An axe blocking a giant. Overpowering it with strength.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Enkrid spoke, Rem met his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axes weren't the important thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What burned in Enkrid's eyes—that flame, that hunger, a desire that could be called ambition or obsession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pilgrim walking a bloodied path to learn, to grow, to reach something beyond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why Rem liked Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid smiled too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their smiles were different, yet somehow similar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching them, Ragna muttered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"First, get your sword back on you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without a sound, Jaxen suddenly appeared behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No footsteps, no presence—he was just there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When your instincts sharpen and your sixth sense opens, what comes next? Refinement, breaking it down, training each aspect separately, and learning how to respond. There's a lot to do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid turned his gaze to him, meeting Jaxen's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He silently asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'And what does all that mean?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No answer came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You'll find out next time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed Jaxen was even better at cutting things short than Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This bastard? Just cutting in?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before they could exchange sharper words, Audin returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whoa! Our crazy giant is even stronger!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cheering was relentless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, this side had their own mad giant now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drenched in blood, smiling faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood dripping from his sleeves as he grinned—was it a talent, or just madness?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you know the essence of Valaf combat?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid's gaze shifted to the mad giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin flashed a grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Goddamn it, everyone's cutting in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all released killing intent at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid watched for a moment, then stepped in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right in the middle of the battlefield, regardless of the ongoing fight, they were more focused on teaching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And these people—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the true heroes of this battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Enkrid calmed the chaos, he asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But what about the others?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he looked around, Andrew and the others were nowhere to be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They got swept up and pushed forward.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem answered.\u003C\u002Fp>",2714,"2026-06-03T07:42:55.457Z","2026-06-03T07:42:59.781Z",1,"novelbin.me","9b4dff72531023086df5410b7840ac3ee2ba2d13a90115b704b936e08e000434","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-133","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-131",782,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Feternally-regressing-knight-cover.jpg"]