Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 138

It was much easier to defeat many enemies at once than to fight them one by one.

Logan was not like normal knights. He had special senses, called Visions, that helped him in fights like this.

He moved his sword carefully to block the fast wind blades.

Logan’s special senses were so strong he could see the wind blades, even though they were invisible. They rushed around him, and he thought, “I need to save my energy.”

Roger Vifrost looked crazy. Logan knew this fight would be very hard.

Logan kept blocking the wind blades from Roger and the strong attacks from Aslan. As he fought, a new idea came to him suddenly. It was a better way to block these attacks. He remembered seeing something like this before, many times. “Maybe this will work?” he wondered.

He remembered clearly the feeling of a hundred explosions happening at once. He also remembered seeing the bright ‘Silver Force Blade’ stop attacks like this directly.

The idea in his head became real in his hands. The golden Force Blade started to glow. It changed from a normal sword shape, which was usually only a few meters long, into a thin, long whip, almost seven meters long! It moved like he wanted it to, hitting everything around him. *Whack!*

“Yes!” Logan said happily.

Logan smiled brightly. He had copied his enemy’s special move and stopped Roger’s magic right away. This was more than just using his Force Blade in a new way. He felt like he had truly become stronger.

He even felt like he was starting to understand the fourth form of his special sword skill, called Flame Rend, which had been hard to learn before.

But Logan’s smile, and the whip-like Force Blade that made him smile, made someone watching very angry. Aslan, who was nearby, shouted, “How dare you!” Red energy came out of Aslan’s body. His eyes became red with blood. He got a sudden burst of power, like he was burning himself up, even more than he could normally handle.

Aslan ran fast, like lightning, to the place where Roger’s magic had just disappeared.

‘This is my chance!’ Aslan thought. Logan was using the same sword style as Plantz, his dead friend. Aslan was angry, but he was also smart. He knew this was his moment to win.

He knew the whip-like Force Blade looked good, but it was weaker at cutting. Plantz, his friend, had used this style. It was good against weak enemies, but not against strong ones. Plantz had tried to fix this weakness, but he couldn’t. Aslan knew this weakness was still there, even for Logan.

‘Die, you copycat!’ Aslan thought angrily.

Just then, Roger’s magic made the air around Logan like chains, slowing him down. This was the opening Aslan needed! He charged forward, his red energy like lightning.

‘I will break through!’ he decided.

But he was wrong. Even though Logan was slowed, the golden whip moved freely. It didn’t break when Aslan hit it with his red energy. Instead, it moved in a strange way, bending around Aslan’s attack.

‘What?’ Aslan was shocked. His powerful strike missed.

The golden whip curved like a snake, going around his arm and sword. It went straight for his neck.

‘Like a snake…?’ Aslan thought, confused. He had never seen Plantz move like this.

‘How is this possible?’ He didn’t have time to understand. Everything went dark.

“Hmph!”

Wham!

With a light application of Water Ripple Cut, the binding magic of Roger Vifrost that had been holding his entire body was released.

Having gained his freedom, Logan leaped over Aslan’s collapsing body and charged towards Roger Vifrost.

Only enemy knights were falling around him in succession.

The rising McLaine Knights also charged straight into the enemy ranks.

“Block them!!”

Roger Vifrost’s scream was like a shriek.

Knights hastily blocked his path.

However, the inferior enemies were helplessly crushed by the golden whip that writhed and engulfed the front lines with a mere flick.

There was no need to use the Divine Sword Vision or the Iron Blood Sword’s powerful strikes, which required significant movements and energy consumption, to sweep away the weak enemies.

Logan calmly approached the enemy commander, taking down each enemy that blocked his path.

Finally, when he faced his long-time nemesis just a dozen meters away.

He could see the blue eyes, once full of composure, now gleaming with madness.

“You, you alone, I will certainly……!!”

A strange heat accompanied the voice, and a massive aura that overwhelmed the surroundings began to move.

“Lo, Lord Vifrost!”

“Aargh!”

“Th, this can’t be…….”

The twelve wind mages who had been supplying mana around Roger Vifrost suddenly became emaciated and began to pour out red mana instead of white.

The mixed white and red mana became a whirlwind inside Roger Vifrost’s staff and poured out.

“Die!!”

With a cry that sounded like spitting blood, everything surrounding Logan began to change.

The entire surrounding air felt as if it had become the enemy’s limbs in an instant.

Starting with the sudden difficulty in breathing, the surrounding air simultaneously compressed his body, applying pressure in different directions as if to tear his limbs apart.

And from outside, transparent winds transformed into thousands of transparent awls, pouring down on his entire body.

He vividly felt the murderous power that would create wind holes in his body the moment even one of them hit, but the alien sensation behind it horrified Logan even more.

‘Mana…… it’s not.’

A similar but different feeling, an aura containing a much denser and more alien power.

Logan had recently experienced a similar power, even if indirectly, so he could clearly identify the nature of that alien sensation.

Magic force.

The power called the authority of a mage or archmage who had reached the 6th Circle.

Roger Vifrost had somehow surpassed his limits through unorthodox means.

In the end, Logan had no choice but to use his hidden trump card.

‘Lux!’

The warm light that started from his beloved sword, Lux, instantly enveloped his entire body.

A masterpiece weapon imbued with a soul, which a master-class dwarf would only create one or two in their lifetime.

It was a legend whispered among mages that such masterpieces would unleash their unique characteristics the moment they resonated with their owner’s soul and became fully attuned over a long period.

The power of a classless natural magic, a Natural Artifact, that awakened a magic-like power that best suited its owner.

Lux had awakened its characteristic by blocking the magic of Juan Douglas in the previous battle.

And it was, coincidentally, a magic similar to what Logan had experienced once before.

‘Time Acceleration.’

A similar but different feeling from when he used Aslan’s beloved sword, Velocitas, enveloped Logan’s soul.

Not an uncomfortable and alien sensation where only his consciousness was accelerated, but a familiar feeling as if he had possessed it from the beginning.

A unique magic was manifested where not only his consciousness but also his body was completely accelerated.

He still didn’t know why the magic that best suited him, manifested through Lux, was this, but there was no time to think about the reason.

‘Hap!’

Waves of golden Force poured out from his entire body in succession, tearing apart the force of the wind that was compressing his body.

Water Ripple Cut, the temporary shield created by 16 layers of golden waves, was certainly powerful, but it alone could not block the thousands of wind fangs pouring down, the Exterminating Storm.

However, it was enough for Logan to break free from the momentary restraint.

‘Ghostly Shadow.’

The Vision of the Sword combined with Time Acceleration and the power of the Boots of the Wind God allowed Logan to escape the range of the magic as if he had instantly shortened the space.

Wham!

The golden Force Blade, the Snake Blade, which had evolved Plantz’s version and enveloped the front in a semicircle, tore apart the dozens of wind fangs blocking his path.

Then, Roger Vifrost’s face was right in front of him.

Whether it was the aftereffects of the magic or just plain madness.

The blue eyes, once full of composure, were now rolled back, showing only the whites, and grotesque blood vessels bulged out here and there on his distorted face.

To think that the end of such a long-standing feud would be in such a state.

Feeling a sense of emptiness for some reason, Logan charged towards the bastard with a hardened expression.

‘Let’s end it here.’

An exceptionally intense beam of golden light struck Roger Vifrost’s forehead.

But.

Thwaaaack!

‘He blocked it?!’

The transparent shield that had enveloped the front was shattered, and Roger Vifrost was being pushed back pathetically.

Moreover.

“Lo……gan McLaine!”

His heart momentarily chilled at the sight of the blue eyes, which had begun to gleam again, but Logan did not stop his attack.

The flexibly curved golden Force Blade bypassed the shield that was just beginning to regenerate and bit into the neck of the mage, who had barely regained his senses and was pale as a ghost.

Snip.

The shield disappeared again along with the spurting blood.

Logan inwardly felt relieved at the sight of Roger Vifrost’s rapidly fading eyes, but that was not the end.

“Let’s die together!!”

Oooooong.

The mana that had begun to gather rapidly in the staff held in the bastard’s hand fluctuated again, binding Logan’s body.

However.

“May you die alone, Count.”

With those cold words, the golden Force Blade severed the hand holding the staff.

“Aargh!!”

The moment the staff fell from his hand, the face filled with madness showed a rapid change.

The blond hair turned snow-white in an instant, and the bulging blood vessels became age spots, instantly creating the face of a wrinkled old man who looked well over 100 years old.

“Th, this can’t be…….”

A figure that was almost a corpse, with almost no mana or life force felt.

The blood constantly gushing from his severed right elbow was also black and dead.

An enemy who would obviously die soon even if left alone. Logan felt a bit empty in one corner of his heart at the last 모습 of his long-time nemesis.

“Do you have any last words?”

There were still those fighting back on all sides, but they were already few in number.

The victory of the McLaine was confirmed long ago.

“Ku, Kuhuhuhu. You bastard! If it weren’t for you……!”

“Is that all for your last words?”

Roger Vifrost, who was about to spew out curses even as he saw the golden light gleaming on Logan’s sword.

His slumped eyes glanced towards Logan’s back, and he suddenly began to laugh like crazy, pointing to the rear with his one remaining hand.

“Heh heh. Heh heh heh. Don’t think this is the end. You, and your family, will follow right behind me! Hahaha!”

Following that ominous gesture, Logan’s expression began to twist terribly as he turned around.

The emblem of an eagle swirling in a whirlwind and soaring towards the sky.

A curse involuntarily burst from Logan’s mouth as he saw the 모습 of about five hundred knights and one person charging at the very front.

“You bloody bastard!”

“Heh heh heh. You’re finished too…….”

“Shut up!”

Whack.

Logan, who had instantly cut off Roger Vifrost’s head, shouted loudly towards the family’s troops who were clearing the battlefield.

“Wiken Kalia! It’s the Storm Sword Army! Clean up the battlefield quickly!”

A true crisis had come to the McLaine, who thought they had overcome one hurdle.