A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Chapter 311

Enkrid received praise from the ferryman.

The two men chanted the same incantation.

The flow of water that arose from the stream blocked their path like a wall.

With a light swipe of his gladius, the water parted, but it quickly filled back in.

It was like cutting through water with a blade.

The wall of water was only five steps wide, but this wasn’t the end of it.

“Come in, come in, listen to me.”

At the command of the other two, a round mass resembling a club made of water appeared beside the wall of the water.

Its head was smooth, and around the chest area, it was thick.

It had hand-like appendages, but instead of feet, wriggling currents of water acted as its legs.

It was something akin to a water spirit.

Or a golem made of water—whatever it was, part of the spell world had manifested in this world.

“Block them.”

At the mage’s command, two water ghosts without feet charged forward, their lower bodies kicking up bubbles as they approached.

They didn’t rush—they attacked in a manner that perfectly fit the expression ‘charging into.’

The bodies of the approaching creatures would rise before descending, crashing forward like waves.

Enkrid thrust his sword, striking at them.

The blade was no ordinary weapon; perhaps it was enchanted with magic similar to a fairy’s.

But there was no magic involved.

The sword pierced the water with a satisfying cut.

The spirits didn’t even flinch, swinging their water clubs with no hesitation.

Enkrid retrieved his blade, leaping sideways.

Bang!

The water club slammed into the ground.

The ground cracked beneath the blow.

The impact left a visible indentation, showing the water club wasn’t something to be underestimated.

After just one exchange, Enkrid found his answer.

‘The caster.’

There was no solution in fighting the spell itself.

To end this, he had to kill the caster.

But the two mages had created a wall of water, restricting his movement and vision.

The other two had called upon spirits to hinder him.

Not to mention, they seemed intent on pulling his feet from under him, likely knowing they couldn’t kill him themselves.

When he tried to retreat, the spirits swelled up and wobbled toward him, making it difficult to ignore them.

Though time hadn’t stretched long, Enkrid had already been forced to leave the three Hurrier family swordsmen behind.

"I didn’t think I'd see you again today."

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