Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 152

Two more battles crashed across the battlefield that day. Each time, the Allied soldiers had to run back, leaving dead and wounded behind. The enemy kept finding the weak spots where the two Allied groups didn’t work together.

After the last fight, everything went quiet for three long days. Then, the Allied Forces started to move again. But something was different. They looked different.

“Things are a bit different this time.”

“Yes. The Second Prince’s forces were surprisingly easy, but…”

Luther Kyle was at the front of the Second Prince’s army – something he didn’t usually do. But Duke Jordan was nowhere to be seen.

Because of this, the Second Prince’s forces seemed less scary, but the First Prince’s army to the south was a different story.

Wicken Callia was still leading the attack. But a middle-aged mage with platinum-blonde hair, wearing clean white robes, was standing right behind him.

Just by standing there, the air around him seemed to bend and twist. It was strange and showed a magic power even stronger than mana.

“For Juan Douglas to come to the front lines, he must have left the Prince’s side unguarded. This is…”

“We must think they made some kind of agreement. But I don’t know why Duke Jordan isn’t showing up.”

“We also have to think about the Inferno Sword suddenly appearing.”

“They wouldn’t try that trick again, would they?”

“We don’t have anyone on the inside anymore. It wouldn’t work even if they tried. It was only a one-time thing anyway.”

I didn’t expect those guys to agree so quickly.

He didn’t say it out loud.

As McLaine and his son looked worried, the Allied Forces started to move forward.

“The arrows don’t seem very strong.”

They were using crossbows, not longbows. These crossbows were the kind that could shoot many bolts quickly. But even so, Juan said the bolts didn’t seem strong. This was probably not true.

But no one argued with Juan.

Actually, the number of bolts falling from the fortress was maybe half of what it had been two or three days before.

“Maybe they are running out of supplies. Or maybe their soldiers are just very tired. I think it’s probably both.”

“Yes, it’s definitely time to end this. But where is that Jordan fellow…”

Juan clicked his tongue quietly as he looked toward the Second Prince’s camp, where his rival was. But Wicken shook his head as he watched him.

‘He already broke one promise; it would be strange to trust him now.’

Who was really to blame for the unnecessary deaths that had made this battle last longer? It could have been over in three days.

Wicken didn’t believe his father-in-law’s excuse that it wasn’t his fault.

If it was the Juan Douglas he knew, he was the kind of man who would stab you in the back without thinking twice, in a way no one would expect.

Maybe he had just failed because the Second Prince’s guard was stronger than he thought.

Duke Jordan must have thought so too. That’s why he didn’t want to attack, even though they were losing men.

Thinking about it now, Jordan Valterheim was even more sneaky than his father-in-law…

“Will Lord Rohiter be alright? What if they try something unexpected?”

“He’ll be fine for a day or so.”

“Pardon?”

“I’ve made sure he’s completely safe, as long as Jordan and Luther don’t attack him themselves. This is another power mages have, different from Aura users.”

He had thought so when he agreed to go to the front lines so easily. But it seemed he had another trick he hadn’t told anyone about.

Wicken was annoyed, but he didn’t say anything.

He didn’t want to cause trouble with his father-in-law at a time like this.

“I’m worried they might attack directly.”

“Heh. You’re too scared for a transcendent, you know? Did you think I’d come out here without any protection? I can see that guy at the front lines, and I’ll know when Jordan moves.”

“You truly are remarkable.”

So, he even had a spy right next to him.

Wicken was even more suspicious about what had happened before. He just smiled and nodded.

It was worrying that his ally had so many secrets, but it was also comforting in a way.

Wicken stopped worrying about it.

“Okay, let’s go. We promised to stop that mage who is making the weak giant shake.”

“Yes!”

The testing was done.

With Wicken’s energetic reply, the best soldiers of the First Prince’s army started to move onto the battlefield, where arrows and magic bombs were falling.

“They’re coming!”

The soldiers on the south and west walls, who were firing crossbows, looked worried when they heard the shout.

The knight gave a signal. It meant the most dangerous fighters were coming – the transcendents.

These fighters were like monsters. They could survive even very strong attacks and make the soldiers lose hope quickly.

Also, this time, there was another monster with a scary aura, along with the monster that the Archduke could barely hold back.

“That one, that one is the Ice Mage! Focus your fire!”

The knight’s words made the soldiers look even more worried. They were already tired and looked empty.

Sensing the mood, Logan shouted in a voice that everyone in the fortress could hear.

“Mages are different from Aura users! Keep up the pressure! Don’t let them cast spells! And I’ll handle Storm Sword as always. Hold on! If we hold on, we win!”

They had heard these words again and again all week.

But those words made the soldiers feel a little more hopeful.

“Right. We can do this!”

“Let’s give it a shot!”

“We’ve been winning all along!”

Looking at it from a distance, it seemed strange.

It was odd to see people’s spirits lift because of simple, unclear words, even if they came from a commander.

But the people on the battlefield didn’t notice that strangeness.

Except for the one who had created that scene.

‘It’s still just a parlor trick, but…’

It was a skill that came from knowing about a deeper energy beyond Force.

It was an art that let him control the feelings of those who believed in him, even a little, in the way he wanted.

Logan believed that when he overcame his limits, this skill would also get much better.

‘Of course, before that…’

He had to overcome this challenge.

It was scary to turn his back on the mage in front of him. But Wicken Callia was someone only he could face. Crossbows and Liberatio, McLaine’s best weapons, were useless against him.

Wicken Callia was the most dangerous transcendent for the McLaine family, at least because of his abilities.

“Hold on! If we hold on, we win!”

Juan smirked at the silly nonsense coming from inside the fortress.

‘Can you really hold on? It’ll be different this time, you little brat. Because I, myself, have taken action.’

It was hard to believe that he had fought Wicken to a standstill, even though he wasn’t an Aura user. But that was all he could do.

If he attacked him instead of Wicken, he was sure he could turn him into an ice cube before he could finish a cup of tea.

Of course, he didn’t have to face him now.

‘It’s too bad, but…’

The biggest reason why Luther defeated the Second Prince’s army and Jordan was injured was the enemy mage’s strange magic, not their new weapon.

Of course, to him, a ‘real’ mage, it was magic with big problems.

‘First, that weak mage who barely reached the realm…’

Whirr!

Ice magic flowed from him, frosting the air around him with a shimmering blue.

His powerful magic, a mix of ice and wind, pulsed outwards, searching for another magic user in the castle.

‘Found him,’ Juan thought, a cold smile touching his lips.

Instantly, he commanded his magic: ‘Halt. And imprison.’

Juan’s power as a ‘true mage’ showed itself. His magic froze everything in its path, a powerful ice spell combined with wind magic that stopped all movement.

A skilled mage could have resisted this simple spell, but…

‘Just as I thought,’ Juan murmured. The weaker mage, who used powerful magic through tricks, was trapped.

Juan could feel the other mage’s magic struggling against his own, weak and clumsy. He sensed panic from the other side, a delicious feeling of control.

Juan smiled, a confident glint in his eyes. He raised his Staff of Kellaan, pointing it towards the castle walls.

“I will shield you from their attacks! Advance!” he shouted to his soldiers.

Even as he kept the weaker mage trapped with his magic, Juan created a swirling shield of wind and ice above the front lines of his army.

The shield reduced the power of the stones and bombs falling on the heads of the soldiers at the front.

And that was enough for the knights.

“The attacks are weakened!”

“Hurry up and get over there!”

“It’s our chance!”

‘This is it,’ Juan thought, a thrill of power running through him. ‘This is the power of a true mage.’ Forgetting for a moment his duties as a prince, he watched the battle unfold with a relaxed, almost cruel smile.

“Fire!!”

“Pour it all in!”

Then, chaos erupted. The giant warrior, who had been beaten back before, was now a whirlwind of destruction.

He reached the castle walls and slammed his warhammer – a weapon as tall as a man – against the stone. The impact shook the very ground.

And then…

“Magic tricks, eh? Let’s see how magic stands against steel!”

Stepping on the cracks in the wall, he began to sprint up the castle wall.

“Stop him!!”

Patrick rushed forward, sword raised, but the soldiers around him paled. Their lord’s glowing sword, usually so bright, looked weak and small next to the terrifying red glow that surrounded the giant.

And their grim expectations soon became reality.

“I’ll turn you into mincemeat!”

Wherever the giant’s hammer struck, death followed. One soldier was hit, and in an instant, he was gone, leaving only a splash of blood on the stones.

‘I can’t let him hit me,’ Patrick thought, his heart pounding. He knew how deadly warriors like this could be.

Focusing all his energy, he raised his glowing sword, dodging the giant’s attacks and searching for any weakness.

Patrick had hoped the giant, Luther Kyle, was slow for someone so strong. But then, Luther’s red aura blazed brighter, and that small hope vanished like smoke.

“Hahaha! The lord acts just like a rat!”

Even without the red aura, the giant’s hammer was a weapon of destruction. Each swing smashed stone and sent debris flying.

Patrick knew he couldn’t win. All he could do was try to distract the giant, to keep the monster focused on him and away from his soldiers. His face was tight with fear and effort.

In that situation…

Suddenly, bright flashes of light cut through the air!

*Flash! Flash! Tap, tap, tap!*

Something was hitting him!

“What’s this?!” Luther Kyle roared, surprised. He spun around, blocking two streaks of light that had almost struck him.

‘Weak magic, maybe… but still dangerous!’ Luther Kyle thought, his eyes narrowing. He saw two young knights, one with red hair, one with blue, standing a short distance away. They were pointing their hands at him, and beams of orange and grey light shot out. He wasn’t angry, more… curious. These knights were using magic?

“Hahahaha! Knights using magic now? This is getting interesting! Alright then, come on! All of you!”

The giant’s weapon, fueled by his strength, created a storm of blood.

Logan felt a burning pain on his cheek – a shallow cut from the giant’s sword. His skin stung where the dark magic touched him, but a golden light from within him fought it back, healing the wound.

Logan grinned, seeing a similar cut appear on the giant’s face from his own Snake Blade.

“I’ll finish you soon,” Logan said, his voice calm. “You can feel it, can’t you, Marquis? The tide is turning.”

Wicken Kalia’s face contorted in anger. Logan saw that his taunt had worked, but he couldn’t relax. He could hear the sounds of fighting all around him, the cries of his own soldiers growing weaker.

*Just one opening,* Logan thought, his eyes fixed on the giant. *Just one chance to end this.*

The very fact that he could even think this way against a superhuman showed that he had improved greatly.

Even with the power of Lux and two powerful artifacts, Wicken Kalia was also using extraordinary artifacts.

It meant that his personal combat strength was almost approaching Wicken before him.

Logan forced himself to calm his anxious mind, focusing on his swordsmanship and his own achievements, which were gradually improving even at this moment.

The fight with Wicken raged on, a blur of steel and magic. Then, suddenly, screams echoed from behind them!

“Aargh!”

“Attack!”

“They’re behind us!”

The sounds of battle shifted, coming from the rear of their lines.

His head turned naturally.

Then, a group of soldiers charging and pushing through the rear of the Second Prince’s army came into view.

The new enemy force was much smaller than the main army they were fighting, but they were charging hard. At the front of this new army rode a middle-aged man, his banner held high.

Logan’s eyes widened as he saw the symbol on the flag: a proud eagle. A slow smile spread across Logan’s face. Help had arrived.