Chapter 730: Chapter 888 – Transfer

Chapter 888 – Transfer

Enkrid quietly steadied his breathing and swung his sword.

He continues the flow without resting.

If he stops, he dies.

Four knights are his opponents.

What’s more, their skills are superior to the guy that was running wild on the griffon or the two he faced on the way.

Therefore, what he has done until now was only one thing.

’Killing Embers.’

Blocking before the attack starts.

It’s good if he succeeds every time, but failure doesn’t matter.

He just has to move on to the next.

’Instantaneous judgment.’

If Killing Embers fails and a lump of iron or claw flies in, he just blocks it.

Moving his feet, swinging his sword, and emitting Will with constant intensity.

There is no strain.

It’s something he did countless times during sparring.

Easier than facing Rem, Ragna, or Audin.

’Endurance battle.’

Enkrid’s specialty.

He possessed Uske, Will that doesn’t run dry.

Nevertheless, the moment to be seen as a crisis passed.

Jaxen chose one out of dozens of possible outcomes and managed to survive before Enkrid came.

Enkrid also accomplished something similar.

Picking one out of dozens of options.

If that isn’t the correct answer, he immediately uses the next move to respond.

Blocking, striking, hitting, and blocking again like that.

He deflects a fist wrapped in spiky fur, which seems like it would tear off flesh just by grazing, with Dawn, and in the meantime strikes down with his other sword towards the shield aiming for his waist from behind.

Thinking is optimized and tightened.

Concentration burns brighter than ever.

It felt like his brain would melt.

At the same time, Enkrid’s thinking divides into two.

’Tactics.’

One thought making him think of the ’next’ and the ’whole’ before instantaneous judgment.

Another reacts to escape the crisis immediately approaching before his eyes.

Repeating that.

That was enough.

Enkrid did so.

If he endured like this, he might get pushed back even with Uske, but he wasn’t alone.

When Enkrid did what he had to do, Jaxen also did what he had to do.

“How?”

“Damn it!”

Two voices overlap.

Enkrid is dedicated to blocking swords and dodging.

It’s hard to grasp everything happening in the meantime.

But looking at the result, he seemed to know.

“How did you pierce through?”

The knight who used two shields instead of gauntlets.

A knight who believed no one could pierce his shields and armor if he decided to block.

A sword was stuck in his heart.

Blood clouded the transparent blade, revealing its shape.

It was a half-broken blade.

A result speaking for itself even without knowing the process.

“Even a monster’s strength couldn’t pierce it.”

While gushing blood, he says what he has to say.

He genuinely revealed curiosity.

He was just curious about the reason his armor, which endured even monsters, was pierced.

Jaxen had a fairly deep wound on his side.

Blood didn’t flow profusely.

He had already tightened his muscles to block it.

It was a mark scratched by the shield’s edge.

If twisting his waist had been just a little later, he would have almost appreciated the shape of his own internal organs.

Of course, Jaxen was full of confidence to repeat the same thing just a moment ago several times.

“Because even if you can’t break something with a fist, you can pierce it with an awl.”

Jaxen answered.

The principle is simple.

It’s just difficult to pull it off.

“You dodged my attack and found that gap to stab?”

“It’s easier than wandering a maze with eyes closed and ears blocked.”

His Master and teacher’s teaching was like that.

Jaxen answered and looked at one of the Carmen Collection that turned into a decoration for the opponent’s heart, broken in half.

A weapon that fulfilled its role.

Then it is right to let it go.

Saying words he didn’t necessarily have to say is respect for the opponent.

Questions and answers for a dying knight.

Honor and chivalry—such things were evident even in Jaxen.

***

“Uwooo!”

Baric roars.

The fight hasn’t ended.

“Damn it, bring it on!”

Longarm shouted along.

Knight Barod slowly knelt.

Blood leaked profusely following the blade stuck in him.

The light in his eyes fades.

Some struggle even while dying, but the moment death was confirmed, Barod’s will was broken.

Since all of this was a struggle to survive.

“Do you intend to win?”

Pustis glared fiercely and raised his flail.

Enkrid gathers everyone’s gaze again.

Kwang!

Stomping the ground with his left foot, he aimed his sword.

Dawn’s blue light captivated everyone’s eyes.

“Do not let your guard down. Knight of the South. If things go wrong, you die by my sword.”

A warning being conscious of Jaxen and telling them not to treat him lightly.

Enkrid also missed one shoulder armor, and a fairly deep cut was visible above it.

Yet he acted as if there were no restrictions on his movement.

Scratches on his cheek wouldn’t even be counted as wounds.

As soon as the words ended, the fight continued.

Enkrid blocks and Jaxen hides to look for an opening.

If there was a problem, it was that Enkrid wasn’t pierced.

Puk.

Jaxen just did what he had to do.

“You, you bastard.”

Next is Longarm.

He recalled the past where he committed anything to live.

The day he killed his brother and snatched the treasures, and the days of wickedness met by coveting his friend’s wife.

’I want to live.’

A villain with a strong survival instinct.

Longarm prepared, and Jaxen didn’t attempt assassination on such an opponent.

With his left arm injured, he held a single stiletto and challenged him head-on.

If there was something interesting, it was that he might have been pushed back a little in the past, but now it was worth fighting.

Longarm’s heart wavered first seeing Jaxen step forward confidently.

The dead Barod bothered him.

Jaxen touched the opponent’s nerves with a whistling sound.

Every time Longarm heard the whistling sound, he was conscious of throwing weapons.

If he had coolly grasped the situation, steadied his heart, and fought, no one knew who would have won, but now their paths diverged into life and death.

One side was firm and one side wavered.

This time, he lost not in skill but in will.

Pustis’s complexion turned black like death.

He glimpsed death.

Yet he couldn’t retreat either.

If he retreats, the Commander gets pushed back.

The monster standing in front mixes offense increasingly.

Not stopping at blocking.

’Different from the Great Emperor.’

Different from the strength the Great Emperor possesses, but this guy was a monster too.

“Where did such bastards come from.”

The alias Madmen wasn’t in vain.

’Pustis, now the continent welcomes a new era. Previous fame will become vain.’

The words the Great Emperor said while presenting the newly formed knightly order were vivid in his ears.

The Great Emperor put forward a new martial force different from the previous Lihin-Stetten knightly orders.

However, did the fame of the knightly orders that stood firm until now fade because of that?

“That is not it. We became stronger.”

The Great Emperor said so.

“The day to place the entire continent under my feet is not far either.”

The Great Emperor’s dream was big.

Truly big.

Pustis’s thoughts cut off intermittently.

Thoughts don’t connect well.

Since two daggers were stuck crossed in his heart, it couldn’t be helped.

Pustis let his flail hang down, knelt, and dropped his head.

Just before dying, the mother he left behind in his homeland came to mind.

’Mother.’

Please, let at least mother be peaceful.

His wish was ordinary.

“You weren’t in peak condition, right?”

One remains.

Bear beastkin Baric asked.

He faced the events that happened right after exceeding his limit and gaining newfound strength.

Something he didn’t want to understand and found hard to accept.

’It felt like a moment where winning was more natural than ever before.’

Should he look away just because it’s painful?

Nothing changes by looking away.

Then just accept.

“I had some travel fatigue.”

Enkrid answered.

It is true that he was tired from riding Weird Eyes for several days.

“I am Baric of the Mud Knights.”

He says, holding his two fists apart and taking a stance.

Wishing for the opponent to die as a knight.

Enkrid recognized that.

“Don’t intervene. Jaxen.”

“I don’t have the strength to intervene anymore.”

Enkrid stood facing Baric.

A chilly wind brushes between the two.

The blood spilled by the dead gives off a fishy smell.

What color is the floor?

Soil soaking up blood is dyed black.

It’s a bright day.

Sunlight didn’t disturb anyone’s eyes.

The sun rose in the center of the sky, centering on the two.

There was no process of reading each other’s breathing or whatnot.

Baric recognized the opponent’s skill.

’The best I can do.’

Concentrating on revealing what he possesses, not the opponent.

Baric charged using his whole body as a weapon.

If he just sticks close, it would be easy to crush the opponent’s whole body.

Then he wins.

Break legs, snap wrists, and crush the chest bone with his forehead.

Enkrid’s Dawn dropped and aimed for the head of the charging Baric.

Kkang!

Before hitting the head, a lump of iron comes out and blocks the blade.

Baric pulled out the knife hidden in his back leather upwards as if he had waited.

It was his secret technique.

Hiding a weapon under leather and taking it out by moving only back muscles.

The sword strike was blocked.

The opportunity returned to Baric.

He extended both arms to hug the opponent.

Enkrid couldn’t find space to dodge or an opening.

Instead, he let go of the sword he was swinging, gathered Will throughout his body, burst it in a point explosion, and extended his fist.

Rotating his whole body with his left foot as the axis, he puts that force entirely into his fist.

’The knack is to make it stay inside.’

Originally, the technique name is Divine Transfer.

It would be better if done with a sword, but he can’t do that yet.

Instead, he practiced and trained hundreds of times with his fist.

The start was what Audin showed, and subsequently, he learned more from the dream the Ferryman showed.

’How to put weight while facing giant bastards.’

It was a question since seeing it in the dream.

Did he not use any other talent besides putting weight?

No.

He sure did.

Transfer, making Will stay inside the enemy and bursting it.

Enkrid’s fist struck Baric’s jaw.

Baric intended to endure.

If he endures, he wins.

The hardness of his body would be sufficient.

Will loaded in Enkrid’s fist rode through Baric’s jaw, tore muscles, gnawed at nerves, and turned the brain into mush.

Baric shouldn’t have trusted the hardness of his body but gathered Will to block.

The two chose, and the result was stark.

Kugeureureuk.

Blood mixed with lumps came out from Baric’s nose and mouth.

Lumps that were pink at first and turned red later.

Enkrid received Baric pressing down on his body with his back and knelt on one knee.

Blocking the attacks of four knights consecutively and extending even the last blow, strength drained from his whole body for a moment.

As he caught his breath on one knee, a hand came in between the dead Baric’s side.

“Isn’t it heavy to wear instead of a coat?”

The owner of the hand says.

“Are you calling that a joke?”

“It is a serious statement.”

Trivial words.

“Kkeung.”

Enkrid rolled Baric’s corpse to the side.

Kung- as the corpse fell to the floor, foreign substances mixed with blood flowed profusely from all holes on its face.

Jaxen sat down a little away from the corpse.

In terms of overexerting, he was worse than Enkrid.

“What brings you here?”

Only then does Jaxen ask.

Enkrid smirked.

Jaxen spoke again.

“Thanks to you, my lover won’t make the Captain her priority assassination target.”

“Um, was that something that would happen if you died?”

“You didn’t know?”

Jaxen says laughing.

The guy who usually didn’t smile shows a smile all over his face.

A bright laugh.

A smile where eyes curve and corners of the mouth go up.

Is it good to be alive, or is he just enjoying the present?

The now where he overcame the opponent?

Unknown.

“You are still fit to move, right?”

“Do I look like I have strength left?”

Meaning he is equally tired.

“Where do you think the opposing knight order’s remaining forces went? The reason for guys who thought the main unit was blocked by a spell to move must be obvious.”

The meaning of the words Jaxen threw wasn’t difficult.

“Weird Eyes!”

Enkrid put strength into his legs and stood up again.

He wasn’t tired enough to die yet.

He caught his breath and awakened the Will that doesn’t run dry.

Since if will soars, strength that wasn’t there appears.

The winged horse descended below.

“I’m going.”

“Go ahead.”

After a simple farewell, the Captain who had become a dark green wall and blocked his front left abruptly.

Jaxen only then caught his breath and closed his eyes.

Venom’s poison wasn’t fully detoxified, and the blood shed here and there wasn’t small.

Dizziness doesn’t go away and there is no strength in his limbs.

Can he rest like this?

Such a thought occurs, but suddenly he felt like hearing the barbarian’s words.

“Exhausted with just that much? You insidious wild cat bastard?”

Truly a voice he hates to hear.

Although not actually heard, it was very unpleasant.

Jaxen stood up from his spot.

“Phew.”

He steadied his breath and put the moment he almost died behind him.

Now he just walked towards tomorrow again.

Of course, he is not alone walking that tomorrow.

The crazy ones will be there too.