Eternally Regressing Knight Novel - Chapter 871
Chapter 871: Chapter 869 – The Safest Place
Chapter 869 – The Safest Place
The layered clouds were a fog that obstructed vision.
He didn’t know before coming in, but experiencing it, it was so.
It didn’t matter much.
Weird Eyes specified the enemy’s location even in the mist that blurred the view.
It wasn’t a difficult task for Enkrid either.
The griffon’s flapping was accompanied by too loud a sound.
Kwooo-ah, Kwooo-ah.
Also, despite moving against the wind, a gamey smell remained.
Sound and smell made their location specific.
Kkiaaak!
Whether it was recklessness or because they were creatures that could at least think, two griffons that had been hiding behind a cloud attacked from the left and right.
Weird Eyes moved its wings and stopped in place.
It had changed its wing direction to catch the wind.
It was an astonishingly quick stop.
The moment he faced the two griffons, Enkrid swung Penna, which had become a spiked mace.
Peong! Ppeok!
The one on the left had its head explode.
The one on the right thrust its beak in the meantime, but it was useless.
Enkrid’s reaction speed was superior to the monster’s.
What’s more, Weird Eyes wasn’t just playing either.
It saw the direction the right griffon’s beak was attacking from and leaned back slightly.
There was no restriction on its movement, forward, backward, left, or right.
Just because they were flying didn’t mean they were all the same.
Weird Eyes was faster than a griffon and capable of three-dimensional movement.
Enkrid thrust Penna.
With that thrust, the rattling memento of the enemy knight, which had been wrapped around the sword, embedded itself in the griffon’s torso.
Ppeobeok.
Kkueek.
The scream of the monster that didn’t die instantly was nostalgic.
“Noisy.”
Enkrid retrieved Penna by pulling it back, drew Dawn, and brushed past the creature’s head.
Ping-.
Wheeeeing.
Only the sound of cutting the wind remained, and the griffon’s head was left hanging in the air.
In this battle, Enkrid had slaughtered twenty-six of the griffon riders.
***
“Hey, what is that? Simlak is dead.”
The eyes of the three southern knights watching from the ground widened.
Despite predicting and guessing all sorts of situations, this was a sight they had never pictured.
There was no way not to be surprised.
Among them, the one who used calmness as his strong suit was the first to switch his thinking.
From surprise to response.
“All forces to battle-ready status.”
If the enemy wasn’t a worthless idiot, there was no way they would miss this opportunity.
This was an opponent they had been pressing down for days.
What’s more, the southern army had been advancing for the ‘next’ step, so they were moving to a good position to fight.
In other words, they were preparing for a full-scale battle.
The situation was getting twisted.
Originally, they were supposed to start the fight at the time and situation they wanted.
‘We lost the first move.’
Suddenly, a flying horse had appeared and contested air superiority with the griffon riders.
Simlak had just died, but it wasn’t hard to predict what would come next, even without a great imagination.
‘They’ll all be killed.’
If the enemy hadn’t observed the main force’s movement, fleeing would be an option, but…
Even with the griffons threatening from above, Naurillia had not been lazy in its reconnaissance, sending out even its few semi-knights.
A commander who fails in strategy may be forgiven, but a commander who fails in vigilance is not.
Such a commander is unqualified.
There was no such idiot in Naurillia.
Only those who didn’t miss an opportunity.
‘Know the enemy and know yourself.’
The basics of the art of war.
He knew that fact.
That’s why he knew they wouldn’t miss this chance.
The Amethyst Knight raised his head.
His name was Galuto.
“Elma, Gelric. You two will intercept the enemy knights. If Cypress steps up, the two of you join forces.”
“Rien and Ingis are also there.”
Elma replied.
The only woman of the four.
But in terms of skill alone, she was the best of the four.
She wanted to face Cypress alone.
“And there’s the one who was in the sky and cut down Simlak. The Madmen Knights have come.”
Predicting was not a difficult task.
Galuto closed his eyes, even in this urgent situation.
It wasn’t that he was being leisurely.
It was because, in a moment like this, he felt the need to look at the situation calmly.
It was an old habit.
Did he ever think of a great plan just by buying a little time?
Such cases were rare.
However, in the time it takes to take a breath, he finds his composure.
Then, at least he won’t do anything stupid.
Galuto opened his closed eyes.
An uncompromising will settled in his dull, dark brown eyes.
“Impossible. If we catch Cypress and pull out, it’s our victory. Leave the other knights to the main force and mobilize all remaining means.”
In terms of soldier numbers alone, their side had double.
The victory or defeat of the battlefield might be decided by the knights’ fight, but the numbers could not be ignored.
However, what Galuto just said was a drastic method.
It meant using a portion of their two-fold soldier advantage to tie down the knights.
“Understood.”
Within the Amethyst order, the four, including the dead Simlak, were on the same level, but in truth, Galuto was treated as the next vice-commander.
Elma and Gelric nodded.
A division of command before a battle was the worst move.
They were knights, skilled combat weapons trained and drilled since childhood.
However, the one thing they hadn’t expected was the existence of a barbarian crazy for a fight and his party.
They were the ones who had moved in that time when some were waiting, some were responding, and some were admiring.
Galuto, Elma, and Gelric were knights.
The three of them simultaneously felt something ominous.
Their sixth sense reacted before their hearing.
The three scattered in three directions at the same time.
Sound is late.
Before that, a heavy object drew a line and brushed past the spot where the three of them had been.
It was a projectile so fast that it was difficult for a knight’s kinetic vision to gauge its exact shape.
The three knights felt the wind bunch up and a gust rise in their center.
For a moment, sound disappeared.
The projectile that had just passed by had dragged all the sound and air with it, and it vanished.
It was like the calm just before a typhoon.
That calm ended quickly.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaang!
With a loud roar, a cloud of dust rose in the distance.
It was the spot where part of the main force had been.
Galuto knew from experience that when people are too surprised, they don’t even let out a scream.
The scream comes a little later.
Just as sound is a little late, it’s always like that.
When the shock subsides, and the moment they check and register that their own limbs or the comrade they were just talking to are gone, humans let out a scream without even realizing it.
“…Kkuaaaak!”
Just like now.
“What? What is it?”
“Ambush! It’s an ambush!”
“It’s magic!”
It was the moment when years of training became meaningless.
Some humans, facing disaster, fall into a state of panic.
A knight is a disaster; they are beings specialized in neutralizing the combat power of ordinary soldiers.
But that didn’t mean they all collapsed.
A small number of soldiers, those who were not knights but retained a heroic demeanor, reacted.
“Keep your heads straight!”
“Formation! Scatter!”
“Even in hell!”
“We just fight!”
The southern slogan rang out.
Even in hell, we just fight.
A part of the command reorganized the troops.
Galuto stepped out of the dust cloud and walked forward.
“Do you see?”
Of the three, Gelric had the best eyes.
He answered, his eyes narrowed.
“It’s four.”
They moved on their own, as they pleased, regardless of whether the Naurillia main force was moving, or whether their commander was fighting in the sky.
They did not know the madman named Rem.
A continental proverb struck them.
If you don’t know, you must get hit.
***
“Kill them all, Enki.”
Bunion, instead of crying, pounded his chest near his heart with his right fist and spoke.
The role of the decoy was over.
They all tilted their heads back and looked up at the sky.
The figures, frolicking among the clouds scattered like dots in the blue sky, looked like dots.
The stones and spells that had been falling on their heads stopped.
They became spectators.
They watched the falling griffons and saw the heaven-sent luck that was suppressing them.
“O, Goddess of the Scales.”
Bunion muttered.
She never places the weight on only one side, so she had given this side something just as great.
Right next to him, Rapild muttered.
“The God of War has watched over us.”
Enkrid, flying about in the sky, captivated everyone’s gaze.
Now, who had the advantage?
“Demonic!”
“Madman!”
A part of the soldiers let out a cheer.
Separately, those called veterans and the Crimson Cloak Knights nodded, but did not cheer loudly.
They knew a knight who had accomplished even greater feats than what Enkrid was showing.
They had endured by watching his back, and had honed their skills by watching his fight.
A thrill ran through them, but they knew.
Cypress would have managed it somehow.
The sight of him pulling off things that looked even more reckless than what the man in the sky was doing now was vivid in their minds.
Was the moniker ‘He Who Achieves Anything’ attached for nothing?
That was why the knightly order did not cheer loudly.
Only the two with lighthearted dispositions opened their mouths.
“He fights well!”
“That’s so refreshing.”
They were the ones whose ingrained temperament did not change, even with harsh training.
The person who led them, Cypress, also showed a faint smile.
It was a smile where the corners of his mouth were moderately raised and his eyes were slanted.
“A good sight.”
No evaluation.
Just one phrase.
At the same time, he motioned for Aurelia.
He had grasped the enemy’s position.
It was time to fight.
“Ah, about that, Master. Those madmen moved first.”
The official name was The Madmen Knights.
Aurelia had forgotten the word ‘Knights.’
It was understandable.
“They’re fast.”
Did the old knight think of the cruelty of time?
His eyes deepened.
They were eyes that held many thoughts.
He had to fight now.
He, too, had read that it was the time to fight.
It was just that the madmen were a little faster.
They had moved as if they had predicted that their commander would win in the sky with overwhelming force.
Suddenly, the king’s words came to mind.
Krang, the king he would serve, had said.
“Everyone seems to think I’ve come to a dangerous place. It’s the opposite. I have come to take refuge in the safest place in this war. A place where there is someone who will protect me, even if the power of the Sun Tree engraved in my body fades.”
How the king’s blue eyes had shone as he spoke.
His golden hair reflected the sunlight, and his eyes were like the blue sky.
A vast and bottomless vessel.
And a brilliant idea.
“If the place where my knight is isn’t the safest, then where is?”
What was the implication in his words?
He had bet his own life on his allies’ victory.
Even if they lost here, he would not beg for his life.
He would fight until the end, and he had bet all his chips on the fight with the highest probability.
‘The South used griffons to buy time and play tricks.’
Originally, he would have had to split the Crimson Cloak Knights and send them to the capital and other places to uncover those tricks, but the king had made them stay here.
“Protect them. As much as you want. You may do as you wish.”
The king had sworn an oath, even though he hadn’t asked for it.
He, who was not a knight, had made a vow.
“Protect what you want and fight, Sir. Was that not what you wanted?”
That’s right.
It was what he wanted.
The soldiers here, at the Southern border were his brothers and family.
If need be, a knight would have to throw them into a pit of fire and charge.
His oath and vows were so.
But the heart and the vows and the oaths cannot always look at the same place.
Krang had pointed that out.
He said it was okay to look at the same place.
The king had said so, as if it were nothing, and changed the subject.
He had, rather, revealed his own will.
He revealed what he wanted.
“Who benefits from this war being prolonged? The Empire? The Demon Realm? I do not know. One thing is clear. There are many who will suffer and grieve when this war is prolonged.”
He had not spoken with only the fences of Naurillia in mind.
Cypress felt the king’s caliber anew.
It was a size he could not measure.
‘It’s words that could be a political weakness.’
But in Naurillia right now, there were no foolish nobles who would oppose the king’s authority.
The Council of Ten, was it?
Six of them were royalists, and four were the king’s limbs, masquerading as the aristocrat faction.
Brilliant politics.
Krang had told him all of this.
“I intend to fight. With that damn Demon Realm, and the Empire, and everything on the continent, with everything that causes war.”
Cypress had nodded at the king’s speech.
To add one more interesting part here…
‘It’s not me.’
The safest place the king had spoken of was not by his side.
The place the king had spoken of was next to the man named Enkrid of The Madmen Knights.
“It’s fun, and fun again.”
Cypress recited, as if it were a poem.
His tone was lyrical.
He was originally good at singing, too.
If he hadn’t become a knight, he would have become a great bard.
The fact that he had personally written the song that spread his name was a fact known only to a few close associates.
Aurelia knew her grandfather.
He was not a person to feel things like cruelty.
As expected, he did not feel such clumsy emotions.
His eyes, which had been briefly submerged, were full of interest.
“Aurelia.”
“Yes.”
“This won’t be the end of those who remain. Put effort into reconnaissance. Find the location of more enemy troops through the main force. A few detached units may have already crossed the border, but what we will look at is not the rear, but the front. Our king has commanded. To strike the front.”
And that also aligned with what he wanted.
“I believe the rear will be blocked on its own. We will just solve the ones attacking from the front. Yes, I will do so.”
Aurelia briefly thought of her friend, Aishia.
She wasn’t the only sword protecting the royal family.
The gentle Cypress, the knight who was also called that, looked to the front.
A part of The Madmen Knights was fighting.
Were they fighting well?
They were a group that was fun to watch.
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