Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 155

“Oh dear……!”

The knight beside the blond-haired First Prince, Rohiter von Grandia, was the first to move. He looked young, but his sword glowed bright red. This red sword showed he was a secret weapon of the Second Prince.

“Smash them!” Logan commanded, his voice cold. Red stones flew from the hands of the nearby knights, pouring like hail into the cracked void.

*BOOM!*

Dozens of magic bombs, rarely used in camp attacks, exploded at once with a deafening roar. The barrier was already weak and shaking. But instead of stopping the blast, it trapped all the power inside. Inside, the shockwaves bounced and grew stronger.

Finally, the transparent barrier shattered. The ruined barracks came into view, smoking and burning. Logan saw the First Prince still alive, with burns on his face, among the blackened bodies of his knights and mages. They had died to protect him, but it was useless now.

“Quite the tenacious life you have,” Logan said, a hint of dark amusement in his voice.

“H-How dare you…! You monster! You can’t do this! I am the Prince!” the First Prince screamed, his face red with rage and fear.

Logan considered teasing him more, but he saw enemy soldiers forming a circle around them. He had to be quick.

*Skk.*

Without another word, Logan’s golden greatsword flashed, and the First Prince’s head fell to the ground. It bounced once, then lay still.

Logan lifted the head on the tip of his sword and shouted loudly, his voice ringing across the battlefield. “I have severed the head of Rohiter von Grandia!”

No more words were needed. The First Prince’s army, now without the leader they wanted to make king, would fall into chaos with just that cry.

However.

– CAPTURE HIM! KILL HIM! HE TOOK MY SON! Bring me Maclaine’s head! One hundred million gold, on the honor of the Douglas Duchy!!

Duke Huen Douglas’s furious voice, made louder by magic, echoed across the entire battlefield, silencing the war for a moment. A huge reward, for one man’s head.

“What foolishness,” Logan scoffed, clicking his tongue. He frowned. He had underestimated their greed.

Anyone with common sense would see the problems with that offer quickly. Could the Douglas Duchy, after losing the leader of their rebellion, even survive this war? Even if they did, could they pay such a huge reward? And even if they could, would the Duke really give away so much money?

It was clearly a desperate cry from Huen Douglas, driven mad by rage and grief.

But most of the soldiers were not thinking clearly on this mad battlefield.

“Waaaah!”

“Attack! Get him!”

“Red hair! It’s the red hair! He’s worth a fortune!”

The First Prince’s army, who had been trying to surround them, now saw a treasure that could change their lives right in front of them. To most uneducated people, the Duchy was like the royal family, a symbol of endless power.

Logan sighed in dismay. He should have known better. He saw soldiers rushing towards him, their eyes bloodshot with greed.

‘I knew things were going too smoothly,’ Logan thought grimly. Lately, he had been reminded that he wasn’t as clever as he thought.

The only good thing was the sight of soldiers from Aegis Castle pouring out of the gates, armed with repeating crossbows. The best enemy soldiers had retreated earlier, thanks to the Esperanza Knights and Logan’s own forces.

Logan thought fast. He saw only one way to win now.

“We are striking the Second Prince’s army! Flags up! Signal to the castle to send all forces to the Second Prince as well!”

“Great Lord, but the First Prince’s troops are all around us……”

“We will break through! Crossbow cavalry, stay close and guard us! Shoot anyone who comes near! Knights, follow me! Clear the path!”

“Yes!”

It was a risky plan. It could cost them dearly. But if it worked, they could end the war now.

Therefore.

“Logan, Jordan will be by the Second Prince’s side. He still hasn’t moved,” Maclaine said, his voice worried.

“We’ll manage somehow,” Logan replied, his eyes hardened. He would end this war now, no matter the cost.

Logan started moving forward relentlessly, thinking that maybe he too had been infected by the madness of the battlefield.

But this was different from their attack on the First Prince’s camp.

*Tear!*

“Aaaargh!”

“Monster bastard!”

“Die!”

The golden greatsword flashed, cutting down dozens of soldiers in an instant. A truly overwhelming force. But the soldiers behind them fearlessly charged again. Soldiers and knights from minor houses surged forward, relentless. And behind them, the knights of the Walterheim Knights were cutting down anyone who tried to run.

The kingdom’s ‘largest’ knight order, with huge numbers. Many of these soldiers had fought the Esperanza Knights before. Now, they came back from Aegis Castle to stop Logan and Maclaine’s best soldiers. They used unfair tactics to block them.

Even Logan, who had been breaking through with incredible strength, began to slow down. The Maclaine Knights behind him also started to struggle.

Logan finally made his decision. “Use the magic bombs! Clear the path as much as possible!”

Maclaine’s knight, Roselio, cut down an enemy, but then felt a sword pierce his chest.

‘There are too many… Damn.’ He felt lucky it wasn’t his heart, but it was a bad wound. He couldn’t fight much longer.

Then he felt the heat on his silver armor. The magic bombs inside were getting hot from the impact. He had taken more than ten bombs, more than his comrades, to be ready for anything.

If these exploded now…

‘My comrades will all die. No… I can’t let my friends die because of me.’

– Couldn’t you be greedy for something else?!

“If the breastplate feels too tight, you’ll be killed by a sword before you can even use the bomb.”

“Won’t it be over if your chest is attacked first? If we’re attacked, it’ll be by a knight. The pressure from the breastplate after that kind of hit will cause a chain explosion. Ugh, Rozé, you better hug the enemy and blow yourself up. Don’t die with us.”

The harsh words of his friends and comrades, who had been with him for years, echoed in his mind.

‘Damn it… Rio, you bastard. I told you to watch your tongue. It really happened.’

“Rozé!”

The nickname. He hated it. It sounded even worse now, filled with pity.

But thanks to that, Rozelrio was barely able to muster his strength.

Forcing strength into his body, which was about to collapse, he yelled at his friend.

“Don’t come!”

Feeling as though he would collapse as soon as he pulled the sword from his chest, Rozelrio hugged the corpse of the enemy whose head had been blown off and charged straight into the enemy lines.

“Rio! Take care of Russell!”

He screamed his last shout, but he didn’t even know if his voice came out properly, as blood gushed out with it.

But it didn’t matter. Even if he didn’t hear it, Rio would take care of his son.

That was what they had promised each other when they went to war.

He thought family should be the most important, but Rio was different. They had fought side-by-side for years, sharing dangers and secrets. He trusted Rio with his life, and now, with his son’s life too.

He had participated in this seemingly reckless war not because he was loyal to the family, but because he could not abandon his comrades, his friends.

‘I’m counting on you. Rio.’

Even though his vision was darkening, the face of his son, whom he thought of last, was clear.

‘I’m sorry, Russell.’

An apology to his remaining son, and at the same time.

A violent explosion occurred, covering dozens of meters around his body.

Kwaaaah!

“Aargh! You bastards!”

Starting with the death of Rozelrio, who was highly respected within the Order of Knights, some McLaine knights chose to grab onto the enemy and blow themselves up if they felt like they were going to die.

When the situation turned out that way, even the enemies who had been rushing in with venomous eyes had no choice but to stop. When they even threw magic bombs one after another above them, McLaine’s advance, which had been hesitant, began to pick up speed again.

At that time, Patrick stepped forward, increasing his speed.

“Logan, son, get back a bit. Let me clear a path. I see Jordan over there!”

Crack!

Patrick stepped forward, and his sword blazed with red energy, forming a Force Blade. This powerful weapon, made of pure magical energy, was known for its incredible cutting power. The red Force Blade, which soared 1.5 times higher than his limit, bisected the enemy in front.

“Save your strength! I will definitely send you to that bastard!”

Sweat ran down his forehead. His body was tired, and his hands started to tremble slightly. Patrick looked like he was on the verge of exhaustion.

In the meantime, there were only enemies all around. In the midst of all this, he was telling his strongest ally to rest?

It was a request that he could not accept under any circumstances, but.

“Trust us, Grand Duke!”

“Even if we’re not as good as the Commander!”

“We can do that much!”

Framber, Hector, and Jaydee, the older master knights of McLaine, watched Patrick fight. They saw the sweat on his face and the tremble in his hands. These men, who were practically disciples of Heinkel and Patrick, stood next to the head of the family one after another.

“We will open the way for you!”

They were only knights at the intermediate level, but at this moment, they all showed a spirit no less than Patrick’s.

“Chaah!”

With a thunderous shout, the red Force Blade cut through the front with all its might.

“Uraacha!”

“It’s over here!”

The middle-aged knights threw their bodies as if throwing themselves, filling the gaps. The number of wounds on the bodies of the trio increased exponentially, but thanks to that, the speed of the Knights’ advance did not decrease at all.

Of course, unfortunately, dreams do not come true with only enthusiasm.

Just as Jordan’s face, which Patrick had mentioned, really appeared before his eyes, the Second Prince’s forces, realizing that their magical energy source was almost gone, reorganized their ranks, and the First Prince’s forces were approaching from the rear, breaking through the pouring rain of arrows.

In fact, the encirclement had been completed in the middle of the enemy lines.

As Logan gritted his teeth and tried to step forward again, Patrick saw it.

Smirk.

It didn’t matter whether Jordan actually sneered or whether it was just his imagination.

‘I have to see your face crumble!’

With anger that made the blood in his whole body rush backwards, Patrick turned his sword back.

“Logan!!”

“Yes?!”

Above his bewildered son’s vision.

Patrick held up the Force Blade, which had been transformed into a flat shape.

The transformation of the Force Blade, which was never usually possible, was not allowed for ordinary top-level knights. He didn’t even know how he had done this now.

A new Force Blade created with the surge of anger and a moment of inspiration.

The moment Logan, who had been flustered, stepped slightly onto it with a firm expression.

“Go!”

With a surge of anger, Patrick did something incredible. He focused his energy, and the red Force Blade changed shape. It flattened and widened, becoming like a glowing red platform. It pulsed with power, ready to spring Logan into the air dozens of meters.

“Enemy in the air!”

“He’s going to His Excellency!”

“Block him!”

Jordan gave a hollow laugh with a stiff face as he watched his subordinates shouting.

The Sword Master was gradually being pushed back by the combined attacks of the other three superhumans, and McLaine’s elite were already completely surrounded by Allied soldiers.

The Esperanza Knights in the rear are a bit of a problem, but they can just be crushed after dealing with McLaine.

‘The sacrificed troops can be filled with the First Prince’s army.’

Jordan knew that after the First Prince was dead, the nobles who supported him would be lost. They would need a new leader. Jordan planned to become that leader. Killing Logan McLaine, the one who killed the First Prince, would make him look strong and powerful.

No matter how nominal it may be, they cannot go to the McLaine and Sword Master Allied forces who killed their lord.

In that sense, that brat who killed the First Prince could be said to be his benefactor in a way.

So.

“I will deal with him myself! Take care of the rest!”

“I won’t even give you a chance to run away, Logan McLaine. I will kill you myself.”

Jordan Valtermheim, the second-in-command in the kingdom’s superhuman power rankings, greeted Logan with a murderous smile.