[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-eternally-regressing-knight":3,"chapter-eternally-regressing-knight-eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-191":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},963612,1263,"Chapter 191 - White Lion","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-191",191,"\u003Cp>Audin literally toyed with the Manticore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed as though he was simply slapping it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Manticore, battered by the strikes, curled its tail and slowly retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grrrrr.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the ground, the beast's sharp teeth, fur, and dark blue blood were scattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Manticore curled its tail, Audin still smiled benevolently and gave a subtle gesture with his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's time to go. Brother Monster.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone remained the same, but the meaning was different. It was a death sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Manticore pulled one of its legs back, clearly frightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed like it was about to flee. Most of the watching soldiers thought so, but Audin didn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Manticore was an upper-level monster, a very cunning one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After pulling back, it suddenly lunged forward with no warning, its strike silent and quick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its claws shot out, and its tail crashed down from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin had anticipated it. He knocked away the front paw and grabbed the tail, using the Manticore's momentum to slam it into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a loud crash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Manticore groaned in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an upper-level monster, capable of taking on a whole platoon of soldiers, but it was no match for Audin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it was slammed into the ground, rocks flew in all directions. The startled soldiers had now turned into cheerleaders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well done!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whoo!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Madman!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them, the term \"madman\" seemed fitting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin approached the Manticore and slapped its face a few more times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After tossing the beast around several times, he finally climbed onto its back, grabbed its neck, and with a swift motion, twisted it. The Manticore, resembling a snake with its long tongue, stuck it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With its eyes rolling back, it exhaled a faint breath before collapsing. Its forehead hit the ground with a thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The upper-level monster, who had been slapped mercilessly, was now nothing more than a high-priced corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From its teeth to its leather and innards, everything about it was valuable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice filled with disbelief came from the opposite side where the soldiers were gathered. To Audin's right, there was a group of soldiers, and the voice came from the left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn't think such a monster would come alone. Where are you from, brother?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin, backlit by the moon, stood up from the Manticore's back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the direction of the voice, a heretic had appeared atop the gallery at the end of the castle wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin had expected this. It was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upper-level monsters were intelligent and cunning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Manticore would never be foolish enough to attack a human-made castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially after taking such a beating and still fighting? That didn't make sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it was starving, it might charge, but even then, it had been given an opportunity to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, it kept attacking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant someone was controlling it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin waited for that person to reveal themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why the fight had dragged on. As soon as he sensed the presence of the real enemy, he killed the Manticore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it was no longer needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bold!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person shouting that had blue light flickering in his eyes. Audin recognized it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mark of a heretic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a follower of the evil gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are a brother who serves the heresy,\" Audin muttered quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During his days as an Inquisitor, he had hunted down heretics like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heretic, whose eyes shone a bright blue, raised his hand. As he did, the soldiers were too shocked to say anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the perfect moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin disappeared—or at least, that's what it looked like. His body was faster than the Manticore, closing the distance with incredible speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the sound of the ground shaking, a deafening noise rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the soldiers' eyes, they saw only a figure flying to the side, crashing into the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suspended in the air, twitching, was now a lifeless body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"May the gods watch over you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin's voice rang softly as he recited a prayer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers' gazes turned toward the massive creature that had now come to a halt, its right fist extended in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mad squad's Audin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now rumored to be part of an independent unit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin's strike had been too fast for the soldiers to properly see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that was left were the results.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin lowered his hand, returning to his usual demeanor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers looked at the broken body that had been slammed into the gallery wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The body was half-crushed, and what should have been there was now missing. The head was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where's the head?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't know. All they knew was that the insane religious fanatic had erased someone from this earth with a single punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The evidence was the blood splattered in a radial pattern across the gallery wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I really shit myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One soldier felt the terror rising within him, realizing he hadn't truly seen what happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could someone like that exist?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Manticore and the heretic were dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the soldiers hadn't properly grasped the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, one squad leader who had arrived late on the gallery began to take control of the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The ambush... ah, it's dealt with. Seeing the commotion outside, I think more are coming, so everyone, head downstairs for support...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There's no need for that, brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin, after his prayer, stared blankly at the wall beneath the castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's almost over.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin saw his platoon leader, the one he had been training with. Though he had known him from their sparring sessions, seeing him in real combat was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'You've gotten stronger, Brother.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he moved his body and wielded his sword now revealed something Audin hadn't seen before—confidence and faith, things that had grown over time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Audin had known him from the start, this would be a remarkable advancement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that made Audin happy. What could he do? He had come to genuinely hope for his success.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Is this your will, my Lord? Did you guide him?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his Lord still gave no answer, Audin no longer needed one. He had come to a small realization here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It all started through Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Needing an answer might be a sign of my weakness. I will move forward without doubting or needing proof.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a person who lived like that, following the words of the holy scriptures, never yielding to anything and overcoming any hardship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could one not be pleased by watching such a person?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Audin wished blessings upon Enkrid, who burned away his own life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Enkrid didn't wait for blessings—he earned them himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so now, Audin would pray for him, but he didn't need to beg the gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader blinked, clearly confused, looking at the bear-like figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But, was it really okay to not go down?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Distracted by the noise outside, he still moved his feet. When he went downstairs, he found soldiers with holes in their bellies and others bleeding heavily from their thighs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That guy's a spy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier clutching his stomach spoke. He was pressing down on his wound with his own shirt to staunch the bleeding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader ordered the soldier who had followed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Keep him captured.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader looked at the spy abandoned by Enkrid and then examined the open gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the castle walls, the fight had been hard to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, a lone figure in black was cutting through and stabbing enemies to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a familiar face—none other than the infamous Mad Squad Leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Blade bandits were in disarray. Dunbakel, in particular, had never experienced anything like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A knight? No, a knight's order member?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel spoke, her hand on her scimitar. Was this opponent too much for them? Or had they just come unprepared?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five of the men who came with her were already dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two others had lost a leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if a high-ranking priest came and poured divine power on them, they would still be crippled, limping for the rest of their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And, of course, that priest was not coming, and even if they did, no divine healing would be given. They were done for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, it seemed like Dunbakel was about to die from blood loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent, still holding his sword, flipped it in his hands and gave a small nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clear that this person wasn't even acknowledging Dunbakel's words. The calmness and leisure were evident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel asked in disbelief, but Enkrid just shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't feel the need to explain his dream of becoming a knight or how he wasn't one yet to someone who bore malice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, Enkrid examined his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'It cuts like a dream.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had aimed to slash at the thigh, but the thick leather pants were cleanly sliced open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cutting ability was extraordinary. Was it because the blacksmith had sharpened it well, or was the sword itself just that great?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid decided it was both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The balance, with the pommel in hand and the leather wrap around the hilt, felt perfect. Along with the sharpness, the strength of the blade impressed him greatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it didn't appear to be Valerisan steel, it was a high-quality weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the first time Enkrid had held such a fine sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aren't you coming?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid spoke lightly, almost to the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to use the sword more. Of course, he was also eager to try out the techniques he had honed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had once dismissed Rem as overly frustrated, but now he realized,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Am I the same?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somehow, he found himself eager for more combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel frowned at his opponent's words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Where did this guy come from?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scent was different from the start. The keen nose of a beastman could sense the level of an opponent even before engaging in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be precise, it was the realm of instinct that protected one's life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel had started to get a sense of the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'This seems like my grave.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, should she run?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't want to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, hadn't she been living a life half-heartedly ready to die? In that case, closing the book of life at this point wouldn't be so bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had come here to die in battle, so she had made his peace with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most importantly, the opponent who had stepped up to face her wasn't bad at all. Both his appearance and skills were the kind of opponent Dunbakel liked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'He's overwelming.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Dunbakel couldn't help but let out a small laugh, one that didn't quite fit the current situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the sound, the last remaining member of the Black Blade bandits shot a glare at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From him came the unmistakable smell of fear—like the stench of urine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you want to live?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel asked the bandit he didn't even know the name of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this crazy woman asking if he wanted to live?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seems not.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the bandit could respond, Dunbakel's muscular fist slammed into his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy noise echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ugh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bandit's legs flew up as he let out a strange, short final cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a single punch, Dunbakel's fist had driven deep into the bandit's right eye, causing it to pop out, spraying blood and shattered facial bones in every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bandit, who had been keeping his eyes fixed on Enkrid in nervous tension, now had one side of his face caved in, and of course, he was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good resting place.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel muttered, still holding out his fist. She didn't explain her actions. Instead, she revealed her true nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, let's fight properly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Dunbakel spoke, her eyes changed. Her pupils elongated and split vertically, transforming into something more beastly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Growl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was the difference between a werewolf and a beastman?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was in their appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beastmen were originally humans with animal traits added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of that, they didn't undergo transformations like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though sometimes they might experience a slight physical change, like longer teeth or sharper eyes, their human form never altered drastically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the norm for beastmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Dunbakel was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the beast's blood surging through her body, something animalistic took over, and Dunbakel began to transform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long white fur sprouted all over her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her facial bones cracked and shifted, becoming like those of a lion's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid had seen beastmen in his life, but this... was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was she transforming?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it was a long explanation, she had changed almost instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Monster?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid asked. Could this one speak?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her new form resembled something like a lycanthrope, but with a lion's appearance—especially one with white fur and a very different aura from a werewolf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, Enkrid thought she resembled a mythical guardian of some celestial temple rather than a mere monster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, that's how it felt to him, but the first word that came to his mind was still \"monster.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Grarrr, I've been called that a lot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dunbakel responded with a growl, as was often the case when she transformed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid felt a strange sensation in her aura, her attitude, and even her tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't that she was referring to a resting place for herself—it almost seemed as if she was wishing for death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn't the important thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you coming?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course! Grrawr!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without waiting for an answer, a massive white lion lunged toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her left hand extended claws as she slashed with them, and with her other hand, she swung a scimitar that had appeared out of nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Claws and blade intersected, targeting Enkrid's chest and waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without missing a beat, Enkrid raised his sword, striking twice in quick succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both were slicing blows, each packed with powerful impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, he activated his Heart of the Beast, using a technique that wouldn't allow the enemy to bind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a technique focused on overwhelming force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He deflected the claws and the scimitar with one powerful strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, the beastman didn't retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She charged in, a relentless assault as if she had already accepted her death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid was momentarily stunned by the ferocity of the charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were now so close that the beastman, expecting her attack to be blocked, tilted her head back and prepared to slam her forehead into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Valen-style mercenary sword?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the charge, a headbutt—this was a familiar move.\u003C\u002Fp>",2405,"2026-06-03T07:42:55.457Z","2026-06-03T07:42:59.781Z",1,"novelbin.me","19b1c056de0dd696445956c9fe48f2aceab2a15866f5b9341e273fbb93fe9b36","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-192","eternally-regressing-knight-chapter-190",782,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Feternally-regressing-knight-cover.jpg"]