Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 137

The battle was about to begin.

“All troops, defensive formation! Hold the line!”

Roger Bifrost had a plan he thought would win the battle, but McLaine’s unexpected move stopped it. He quickly regained his composure and shouted,

“Mages, assemble!”

He drew a staff of shimmering blue light from within his robes and rapidly drew upon his mana.

Blue light flowed from the staff, wrapping around the wind mages like a shimmering blanket, instantly completing a massive spell.

Whoooosh.

The moment a massive whirlwind, wreathed in faint light, enveloped the Bifrost formation,

Tap tap tap!

The quarrels fired by McLaine’s crossbow cavalry bounced off the wooden shields raised by the soldiers, and the bombs that followed, filling the sky, were caught in the whirlwind and exploded in mid-air, one after another.

Kawaaaang!

Whoooosh.

Kwakwakwakwang!

The bewildered crossbow cavalry couldn’t easily approach the enemy, and the number of bombs falling from the sky began to decrease noticeably.

“Is that even possible?”

Only a few mages were creating the shield. It was huge, protecting thousands of soldiers.

Clayton gave the speaker, who had just performed an even more unbelievable feat, a dumbfounded look, but cleared his throat and provided the desired answer.

“…A magus might be able to pull it off. But at that range, it can’t be maintained for long. Besides, it’s too inefficient and simple a defense for a mage.”

“Then what is that we’re seeing?”

“That staff must be an incredible artifact. But even so, he’s pushing himself too hard, even risking his health. It definitely won’t last long. Even if he’s using up his energy very quickly, it’ll only last an hour or two at most.”

Logan’s expression brightened slightly at Clayton’s statement.

Unlike others, Logan could clearly see that Roger Bifrost looked exhausted, as if he were about to collapse at any moment.

But one question still lingered.

“The Knights aren’t moving either, relying solely on that shield to defend… No counterattacks? Just a few arrows to warn us not to approach.”

“They’re stalling for time. Clayton, are you sure about the one or two hours?”

Padrick, who had been preparing to charge, suddenly approached and interjected.

“Yes, Lord.”

“Would it be too much to worry that whatever the enemy is relying on will be ready within that hour or two?”

“No, I think it’s a valid concern. Otherwise, a powerful mage wouldn’t be pushing himself this hard.”

Surely, they couldn’t be that foolish.

Clayton’s quietly added remark didn’t need much consideration.

“What will you do, Logan?”

Logan turned around with a confident smile.

“All Knights, prepare to charge! I’ll lead the way. We’ll smash through them head-on!”

“Yes!”

Though the weapons McLaine boasted about were all being blocked, the McLaine Knights’ morale remained high after witnessing the miracle Logan had just performed.

Besides, if the weapons weren’t working, they just needed to make them work.

“If they’re blocking external attacks with strange magic, we’ll just detonate them from the inside.”

The Knights, instead of the golems, grabbed the bombs, stuffing two or three of them into their breastplates.

“Let’s go!”

Whoooosh.

Clayton imbued the leading knights, including Logan, with a yellowish mana, and the McLaine Knights began their charge towards the front lines.

Doo-doo-doo-doo.

Logan’s heart pounded in his chest, and his blood felt hot with excitement as he watched the enemy knights gather in the center of their formation in response to their charge.

“Charge!”

As expected, the enemy knights began to emerge with a familiar shout.

‘All the better if they come out.’

“Throw them!!”

At Logan’s command, the McLaine Knights grabbed the red-tinged bombs, just as the enemies had done before, and hurled them.

The bombs, imbued with the powerful force of a knight with special strength, targeted the Bifrost knights who had emerged from the safety of their shield.

However…

“Not a chance!”

Two knights at the head of the enemy formation.

A snow-white, whip-like blades of energy swept forward with a brilliant light, and a red blades of energy, soaring nearly 5 meters high, supported the silver one.

Kwaaaang!

Though a few knights fell behind, the Bifrost Knights charged forward almost unscathed.

Seeing this, Logan grinned fiercely.

‘So, it won’t be easy, huh?’

Since his regression, Logan had always valued efficiency and effectiveness.

If possible, a surprise attack; if not, annihilation with overwhelming weaponry followed by a charge.

Only in truly unavoidable situations had he pushed his strength to the limit and confronted the enemy head-on.

The formula of efficiency and effectiveness that had brought McLaine victory time and again was undoubtedly correct, but deep down, there was a growing dissatisfaction.

Moreover, those they were facing head-on were sworn enemies whose grudges had reached an irreversible point.

Logan felt an irrational madness deep within him, a desire to trample those enemies head-on, in an equal environment.

And at this moment, he had no intention of denying that madness.

The situation was unavoidable, and he possessed the strength to indulge himself.

‘An overwhelming first strike, a blazing one!’

Whoooosh.

The Force that erupted from the Force Core in his heart was amplified exponentially as it passed through the second, third, and fourth cores orbiting the central core.

The mana originating from the boots that made him move faster, fastened to the stirrups beneath the saddle, faithfully stimulated and accelerated every nerve in his body.

The mana originating from the Gauntlet of Herculean Strength, gripping the reins, added power to every bone and muscle in his body.

At the same time, the amplified mana began to pour into his sword.

Whoooosh.

Simply drawing and swinging the sword would unleash blades of energy over 3 meters long.

A weapon unique to top-tier knights, making even a lance unnecessary in a charging attack.

But Logan didn’t stop there.

Following the special technique that only he could perform, the Force twisted and amplified along a specific path, creating an even more powerful and dangerous force.

And then…

Doo-doo-doo-doo.

At a distance where all the knights could read the emotions on their opponents’ faces,

“I’ll sweep you all away!”

A massive golden sword, 2 meters wide and over 20 meters long, appeared and cut through the front line of the Bifrost Knights.

Tearrrrr!

The golden giant’s sword cut across the battlefield.

The amazing sight it created was so overwhelming that it momentarily made those nearby forget even the madness of the battlefield.

The two top-tier knights at the very front of the enemy formation leaped into the air and narrowly avoided the blade, but they were the only ones who could.

“Aaaargh!”

The twenty or so knights following behind screamed as parts or halves of their bodies were severed within the circle of death created by the massive golden light.

Heeheeheeing!

The Bifrost knights following behind tumbled to the ground as their horses collapsed, amidst a sudden spray of red blood.

The formation crumbled in an instant.

Conversely, the McLaine Knights, their momentum soaring, surged through the gap.

Kwaaaang!

“Aaaargh!”

The clash was deafening. Even though both sides had roughly the same number of knights, the battle quickly turned into a one-sided slaughter.

“W-What in the world?!”

From the main camp, Roger Vifroth’s face paled instantly.

The 6th circle wind magic, Wide Multiple Barrier, created with the help of artifacts and auxiliary mages, began to weaken.

Arrows from the mounted crossbowmen flew like a dark cloud, piercing through the gap and raining down on the Vifroth camp.

“Aaaargh!”

“L-Lord!”

“Kugh!”

He was slow to react and fix the barrier. In that short time, at least a hundred soldiers died.

Roger Vifroth glared at the blue-haired knight with eyes of different colors – one like ice, the other like fire – who led the mounted crossbowmen, before turning back to the front.

The important thing wasn’t those mounted archers.

‘If the knight order collapses…….’

He bit his lip, then hardened his expression, as if he had made a decision.

“Kill him!”

Aslan and Plantz, the commanders of the Vifroth Knights, were well aware that their formation was collapsing.

But Vifroth’s twin swords couldn’t afford to look elsewhere.

“Let’s die together!”

“You won’t!”

He didn’t care that five high-ranking knights, some missing limbs or suffering critical injuries, were attacking the enemy lord.

They simply focused all their attention on catching one person much younger than themselves, swinging their swords relentlessly.

“Die!”

Plantz’s snow-white, whip-like silver Force Blade wrapped around Logan from all directions.

Aslan, who had been silently gritting his teeth, sped up and thrust a strangely gleaming, awl-like red sword toward Logan’s heart.

‘Hmph!’

As Logan leaped into the air to avoid the attack, they greeted that foolish choice with a cold smile, preparing to shred Logan’s body in mid-air.

Scrag.

Tear.

But even though the long, white and red Force Blades slashed wildly through the air, no blood gushed out as they expected.

Before the two could even panic at the unexpected situation, hot, sticky blood sprayed out like a fountain from an unexpected place.

Pshoo-shook.

“K-Keugh?!”

The golden Force Blade that had appeared behind Plantz pierced through his chest.

This impossible attack was because of the Boots of the Wind God and the Ghost Shadow skill, which had become even more powerful.

“That’s the end for you, Plantz.”

Chwaaak!

In the middle of the noisy battlefield, among the momentarily frozen powerhouses, a head soared high into the sky along with a chilling word.

It wasn’t that he didn’t know about the guy’s methods from his experience in Tomodo Castle.

A monster with abilities that didn’t suit his level.

But even in the worst case, he had judged that he and Plantz together could handle it with ease.

However, the moment he saw the golden pillar being swung, he had no choice but to instinctively dodge into the air.

He felt with his whole body that the guy was completely different from before.

At that moment, a chilling feeling conveyed an ominous premonition, but there was no other choice in this situation anyway.

And that ominous premonition revealed its form much faster than expected, in the worst possible way.

Chwaaak!

“Plantz!”

Aslan’s eyes rolled back the moment he witnessed the death of his longtime friend. His face grim, he tightened his grip on his sword, thinking of their friendship.

He poured power into Mobilitas, a lower-grade artifact sword he had received in place of the one taken by those fellows, Velocitas, and accelerated as fast as he could.

At the same time, the red Force Blade, compressed to the limit at the tip of his sword, stretched out with tremendous elasticity and poured down like lightning.

A secret technique inspired by the technique of his friend who had fallen before his eyes, Red Lightning.

He hoped it would comfort his friend’s soul, but…

Paaaang!

That wish vanished, futilely cutting through the air.

And.

Scrag.

“Your movements are too big.”

By the time the mocking voice reached his ears, a burning pain was already rising from his side along with a stinging impact.

Before he knew it, the golden light was flashing before his eyes again.

“Ah……!” Aslan cried out in shock.

The moment the excitement that had soared to the top of his head was consumed by the fear of death, the storm that poured out from behind him saved his life.

Kwakwakwa!

“Tch!”

He had hoped to defeat both enemies quickly because they were careless and too eager to fight, but he failed.

The blades of wind that were rushing towards his whole body were too sharp to simply ignore and swing his sword.

However, he was flustered.

‘He uses magic to protect the entire unit, but he also uses magic like this?’

Was Roger Vifroth some legendary archmage now?

Logan was surprised by the enemy’s skill lurking beyond the pouring blades of the storm, but he swung his sword like lightning.

Kaga-ga-gang!

He frantically fended off dozens of formless blades that were dancing wildly.

“Aaaaargh!”

A painful scream began to be heard from the enemy camp.

‘Huh?’

Knowing he shouldn’t, his head turned unconsciously.

Then he saw the enemy soldiers collapsing under the pouring shower of arrows.

The huge barrier that had existed before now only extended to the range that could protect Roger Vifroth and the mages.

‘Crazy! Are you abandoning all the soldiers to catch me?’

The moment he felt goosebumps all over his body, a red sword suddenly popped out in front of him.

‘Kugh!’

Scrag.

The Force Blade sharply brushed past his side.

Aslan’s face, which had distorted his already ugly face even more heinously, disappeared into the storm of blades in an instant.

Ah. Too. Bad.

Logan frowned at the message Aslan left in lip shape.

‘All right. I’ll play along.’

If the other side was forcibly making an unreasonable move, it was something to welcome on this side.

The golden light that sprang from Logan’s sword began to deepen even further.