Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 150

The battle that followed immediately made the Maclaine army look very scared. Their faces turned white with fear from the start.

This happened because all the strongest superhumans from each side showed themselves at the same time in front of the armies.

The allied armies rushed forward, led by these superhumans. Just seeing them attack made everyone watching very afraid.

“Curse it! Why now, of all times?!”

“They must have made a deal,” another replied grimly. “It was bound to happen.”

“It’s hard to say that so easily when we are in such a bad situation.”

“No. Today won’t be the worst. We still have a few tricks up our sleeves.”

“What?” Patrick looked puzzled, but Logan didn’t have time to explain.

He had a plan, but he didn’t think he would use it so soon.

‘Even if it works, I won’t be completely relieved. If it doesn’t work… No, let’s not think about that,’ Logan thought, worry etched on his face.

Logan shouted, his neck veins bulging.

“Clayton, take on Luther Kyle! I’ll handle Weeken! Knights, focus the Liberatio fire on the other superhumans! Understand?!”

“Senior knights, step away from the bombs! Focus on the knights coming up the walls with me!”

“Yes!”

Patrick and Logan encouraged the soldiers as they moved around the walls. The knights, knowing a tough battle was coming, felt determined when they saw their Lord and his son.

The soldiers felt that today was different from the last two days. The air felt heavy and scary. They were very nervous and tried to stop their hands from shaking.

Soon, arrows and bolts flew like a storm towards the enemy armies. The loud BOOMS of the Liberatio explosions made the battlefield even louder. Smoke filled the air, and the ground shook with each blast.

‘Now!’

Logan threw three Liberatios. They exploded one after another in the air.

Not long after, a loud roar came from the Second Prince’s camp, and a blizzard started. This changed the battle completely.

“Huan, you son of a…!!”

Duke Jordan shouted, and the two superhumans who were rushing to attack the Aegis walls suddenly stopped. They turned around quickly and ran back to their camp.

Half of the Second Prince’s knights, who were charging towards the fortress, kept going, while the other half followed their leaders back to camp. This was a strange sight.

The same thing happened with the First Prince’s army, which was moving towards the west and south walls.

Weeken and Huan Douglas were scared by the sudden movement of the Second Prince’s superhuman and quickly retreated. The troops became a mix of soldiers going forward and backward.

“Shoot! Keep shooting!”

“Pour it on!”

This was a great chance for Maclaine.

‘It worked!’

The superhumans, who were the strongest fighters, suddenly left the battle.

“Concentrate on the retreating knights!”

Logan had been waiting for this. He ordered an attack and jumped down from the walls without fear. Patrick watched, worry etched on his face, but also with admiration for Logan’s courage.

“Great Lord?!”

“Don’t follow me! Keep shooting!”

Logan shouted as he landed. Without the superhumans, he could escape easily.

He saw the Second Prince’s army in chaos, with some soldiers running away and others charging at him. Logan smiled coldly.

“Haaah!”

Logan shouted, and a huge golden greatsword appeared from Lux. It seemed to hum with power.

Shlack.

Twelve enemy knights who charged at him were cut in half at the same time. The battlefield smelled of smoke, blood, and earth.

“Kraaah!”

“A m-monster!!”

The screams came from the soldiers around them, not from the dead knights. Fear was evident in their eyes.

Most of the knights and soldiers started running away from Logan, but some still charged at him.

“He’s a Maclaine dog! Kill him!!”

Oliver Ortega was the knight commander from Cherno County. He was a very strong knight, called ‘The Knight of Flash.’ He led his soldiers and charged at Logan, driven by arrogance and a desire to prove himself.

He hadn’t seen the fight between Logan and Weeken on the south walls the day before.

He had heard the story, but he didn’t believe it.

‘He fought equally with an Aura User? Nonsense! It must have been because of that mage!’

He knew there was a mage among the enemies. He had seen the half-giant Luther Kyle defeated that way, so he couldn’t deny it.

But now, the mage wasn’t there to help, and neither were any Maclaine knights.

Even so, Oliver was careful. The Force Blade that Logan had used a moment ago was too powerful to block.

He thought that Logan must be tired after using such an attack, but he still took precautions.

“Everyone, attack together! I’ll finish him off!”

“Yes!”

The senior knights Tenan, Klang, and Plebon charged forward from three sides.

Oliver followed closely behind, gathering all his strength and preparing his special move. The Force Blade flickered at the tip of his sword.

He planned to take advantage of Logan’s weakness when he dodged or blocked his soldiers’ attacks.

But then…

Flash.

Slice.

A golden line moved like a snake, and the heads of the charging knights flew into the air.

“What…!”

The word slipped out without him realizing it. But his body reacted quickly, thanks to his training.

He used his special fast move and, at the same time, shot a powerful Force Blade at Logan, as fast as lightning.

However…

Whoosh.

Slice.

The golden snake blocked his attack and sent it flying into the air.

At the same time, his body failed him, and he felt a burning pain on his forehead.

‘Am I… this, this uselessly?’

He couldn’t believe it. But he couldn’t even think about it anymore.

The other knights who were about to charge stepped back when they saw the strong knight killed so quickly. Their faces showed desperation and fear.

“N-no way!”

“Run away!”

The army was in chaos because it didn’t have a leader.

“Let’s die today!”

Logan gritted his teeth and used all his power from the start. He was determined to protect his soldiers.

Flash.

Shlack.

He didn’t attack all the soldiers around him. Logan used his amazing senses to quickly find the important knights. He moved like a ghost and cut their throats.

Logan killed the top-tier knight Oliver Ortega and about 30 senior knights soon after jumping down from the walls. It was an incredible feat.

But the enemy noticed that he was killing important people.

“Kill that guy first!”

“He’s a Maclaine dog!”

The top-tier knights, who were leading the soldiers, finally saw Logan and charged at him.

‘That’s enough for today,’ Logan thought, feeling exhausted.

Logan, already pale from using too much energy, quickly ran back to the walls.

“Great Lord…!”

Logan landed heavily, dust swirling around his boots. “Why are you staring?” he snapped.

“Why are you looking at the Young Master!” someone yelled. “Attack the enemy soldiers before they escape!”

As Logan returned, McLaine’s forces couldn’t help but gaze upon him with renewed awe.

The highest-ranking knights, who had been chasing after him, could only stare blankly at his retreating figure, dazed.

For McLaine, the battle became a grim spectacle, almost absurd.

Around him, chaos reigned. Men screamed, steel clashed, and the air filled with the stench of blood and burning wood. Corpses lay scattered like broken dolls, but to McLaine, it was a twisted kind of entertainment.

But from the Allied forces’ perspective, it was nothing more than an absurd tragedy.

Boom!

“Are you crazy?! What have you done?! Did you even think?”

Logan thought quickly, panic rising. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this! We had a plan yesterday! Why was he doing this?

“The dead soldier used ice magic! You idiot! Turning on our own side is bad enough, but this? Are we fighting each other now? You are worse than useless!”

Logan tried to sound calm, but his heart raced. He needed Jordan to think clearly. If this was a plan, it was a terrible one, too messy.

It was a flimsy excuse, but in a way, it was also a valid point.

Those words managed to bring Jordan Valterheim’s reason back, at least a little.

Hooo……

“After the war, you will pay me what you owe. And if the First Prince’s army retreats again, even once, we will deal with you right now.”

Jordan clenched his teeth, a low grinding sound coming from his jaw.

“I understand. And I will find the traitor who caused this mess. I will make them pay for what they did.”

Jordan scoffed. “As if you could.”

The sound of the communicator being violently disconnected echoed. Juan’s voice came back, strained. “…Fine. I will ignore this… for now.”

“How did you pull it off?”

“I simply exploited the distrust that was already ingrained in their ranks.”

“Yes, but how did you do that?”

“It’s someone I bribed when I was in the capital. He had quite a bit of gambling debt. And a lot of family to support.”

Logan shrugged.

“The explosion?”

“I used a scroll. They sell quite well, you know. From the Tower of Glaciers.”

“……Wouldn’t it have been a disaster if he had been captured alive?”

“It wouldn’t have mattered. He would have thought the client was someone from the First Prince’s side.”

“…….”

Logan’s voice was nonchalant, but Patrick’s expression grew heavy, and he fell silent.

“Originally, I was planning to use it if the central front reached a stalemate, but it’s a relief that I was able to use it like this. It seems they reached an agreement with difficulty, but now that their trust has been broken again, it will be difficult for them to completely trust each other.”

“……That’s a relief indeed.”

“Yes. I was lucky.”

“Yes, you were very lucky. It’s rare for a plan you’ve devised to turn out better than originally intended.”

“Ugh! Father, that’s…….”

Patrick sighed softly again as he watched his son trail off at the pointed remark.

“But it will be difficult to use it again, won’t it?”

“……Yes. They’re not fools either.”

The battlefield fell silent. The dramatic explosion had ripped through the fighting, leaving a stunned quiet in its wake. For two days, an uneasy truce settled over the armies. Messengers scurried between camps, accusations flew, and tense negotiations took place behind closed tents. When the war finally resumed, it felt like a grim echo of the previous battles, but with a new layer of suspicion and anger.

In the Second Prince’s army, Luther Kyle still guarded the main camp, and Jordan Valterheim stood at the forefront.

In the First Prince’s army, Wicken Kalia stood at the forefront, but Juan Douglas, who had been at the vanguard with him two days prior, was nowhere to be seen.

The silence of the past two days was a period for the two factions to reach a conclusion.

– The attack on the Second Prince’s main camp was McLaine’s doing.

However, even with that superficial conclusion, the all-out war from two days ago did not materialize.

It was a clear display of each side suspecting the other.

McLaine saw hope in that sight.

“All troops, advance! We will end McLaine today!”

The aspect of the renewed battle was quite different from before.

Whatever the reason, the determination of the commanding officers of both factions was definitely different from before.

– If we drag this out any longer, who knows what other variables might arise. Whether it’s McLaine’s doing or the other faction’s.

It was a fact that all the leaders of the factions tacitly acknowledged, though they didn’t say it out loud.

Perhaps the final war between the factions might break out here today.

And before that.

– We will definitely eliminate McLaine.

That much was a firm agreement.

The start of the battle was similar to the second day.

However, unlike then, Jordan tried to send the knights charging forward first and then look for openings from behind. But he soon realized, with his whole body, that Clayton’s Gravity Control could ensnare only the desired target, regardless of who was in front, and he was forced to endure the concentrated fire and focus solely on defense, just like before.

Wicken, too, reaffirmed that the obvious pawn, Logan, could fight him on equal terms, and he could only grind his teeth at this fact.

However, what had changed was that the First Prince’s army did not retreat with tricks like they had done before, and as the corpses piled up below the walls, more and more enemy knights were climbing onto the walls.

That small difference created a fatal opening for McLaine.

Patrick recognized it as nothing more than an inevitable event that occurred in the natural course of a fierce battle.

The problem started when knights from the Second Prince’s army began to pour in between the self-defense forces of Squads 1-5, who had been concentrating their fire on Duke Jordan.

Who could calmly look outside the castle and fire a crossbow when a knight was aiming for their neck from the top of the wall?

Naturally, the concentrated fire aimed at Jordan Valterheim momentarily slackened.

The second problem was that a superhuman began to move through that gap.

And the biggest problem was that the movement was not towards the top of the wall, but towards the battlefield where Logan and Wicken were fighting fiercely near the eastern wall.

A noisy and urgent battlefield.

Was it Patrick’s imagination that he felt Duke Jordan, who had been watching Jordan all along, made eye contact with him across the long distance?

The corners of his lips, which were curling up with a bitter smile, seemed to say.

‘Watch your son die.’

And Patrick never wanted to see his son die before him.

Panic seized Patrick. Orders vanished from his mind. He saw only Logan, his son, in terrible danger. I have to reach him. I have to protect him, Patrick thought desperately, and he leaped.

But.

The blow, which drew out the maximum power while jumping from a high place, fizzled out like a bubble the moment it faced the immense fire aura that Jordan had unleashed.

A violent and peculiar pain, as if the force of his entire body was being uprooted.

It was a pain he had already experienced once, and it was the pain that had tormented him for weeks that belatedly brought his reason back.

‘That’s right. It was crazy to go up against aura.’

He realized that his son was the strange one and that this was normal, but it was already too late.

The powerlessness that the force that had disappeared with the pain brought made it difficult to even twitch a finger.

But strangely enough, he felt as if the Duke’s hand, which seemed to be about to finish him off, had paused for a moment.

At the same time, the overflowing murderous intent was halved, and the energy he had unleashed wavered and headed for his arms and legs instead of his neck.

And that brief gap created time for someone else to intervene.

“Lord!!”

A hand pushed his body away along with a very familiar voice.

Patrick was able to see the face of his subordinate and friend, whom he had been with for half his life, before he was out of the Duke’s attack range.

“Help the Lord!”

“Attack that monster!”

Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!

“Damn it……!”

A rough voice was buried in the explosion, and the force was restored, and the strength returned to his whole body, but Patrick could not smile.

“Hoo, it’s a relief. My lord.”

His subordinate, no, his friend, smiled faintly at him as he collapsed with blood all over his mouth.

Because Heinckel’s right arm, along with his sword, had disappeared completely, piercing his eyes painfully.