Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 26

The ground shook hard when they crashed together. Dust flew up into the air.

“Uweeek.”

Both knights fell hard, spitting out blood.

The pale-faced Tesron Senior Knight stood firm, blocking their path. The knights with short spears and longswords who had rushed at Patrick from behind were pushed back, gasping for breath.

“I made it just in time,” Logan’s voice cut through the noise.

“Logan,” Patrick said, looking at his eldest son with a trembling gaze. He was sitting down and spitting up blood.

How did he get here?

He’d seen the mercenaries arrive behind them, but he never thought Logan would be here, in the middle of the fight.

To get here from the rear…

Patrick turned his head and saw something unbelievable.

The enemy’s rear was pierced in a straight line as if a monster had charged through. Bodies were scattered to the left and right.

The corpses were not only those of soldiers but also of many Tesron knights.

Everyone around them was staring at Logan.

His allies looked at him with awe, while his enemies were clearly afraid.

Patrick realized that the battlefield had completely changed. His son’s presence here was not luck or coincidence.

No, hadn’t he seen it himself? Logan had blocked the attack aimed at him.

“When did you get so strong… No, that’s not important right now.”

Patrick stood up, trying not to groan.

“I don’t know how the battle is going,” Patrick said, grabbing Logan’s shoulder.

“Your being here means we have the advantage, right?” He said it more like a hope than a fact.

Fortunately, Logan gave the answer that Patrick wanted to hear.

“Yes.”

“Good. Well done.”

His father patted him on the shoulder.

Logan found the awkward words and actions strangely comforting.

Raoul, the Tesron Senior Knight, gripped his trembling hand in shock and tried to appear calm.

He could feel the internal injuries from blocking Patrick’s lance charge and the wound on his side getting worse, but he couldn’t worry about that now.

“Rix, Trombel. Get into position, quickly,” Raoul growled, making his two bleeding soldiers, Rix and Trombel, pay attention.

Patrick McLain was no longer a major concern.

He was already badly hurt, and the current collision meant he was in as bad or worse condition than Raoul.

“There’s no time! The four of you take on that one. I’ll take on the Baron.”

But Raoul was really worried about the young man. This young man had blocked Panan and Ramston’s attacks with just one sword swing. Panan and Ramston had been trying to surprise Patrick from behind.

Is this even possible?

A guy who blocked the attacks of two Intermediate Knights at once is barely twenty?

When he was that age…

He shook his head, pushing away thoughts of his own hard training years ago. This was now.

None of that mattered.

“That guy will die here.”

Jealousy rose up in Raoul. It turned into anger and a desire to kill.

And that anger made his enemies want to fight even more.

“You’re mistaken,” Patrick said, scoffing at Raoul, who was showing his anger clearly.

Of course, his injuries were not light.

His left side was covered in blood and ached every time he breathed, and his insides hurt badly, and he tasted blood in his mouth all the time.

However, even if Raoul’s injuries were lighter than his, his own skills were better.

He was confident he wouldn’t lose easily.

And most importantly, his son had shown strength far beyond that of an Intermediate Knight.

He didn’t know how he had improved so much in such a short time…

He doesn’t seem to be a Senior Knight yet, but ordinary Intermediate Knights can’t handle Logan.

Especially not against four knights, even if two of them were badly hurt.

Patrick was sure of that as he took a step forward.

But Logan blocked his path. His thoughts were different from his father’s.

“I’ll take him on.”

“No. It’s too much.”

Patrick grabbed his son with a firm voice.

No matter how much Logan had grown, Patrick knew Logan’s limits.

Even though Logan seemed exceptional among the Intermediate Knights, he was not yet at the level of a Senior Knight.

No matter how injured the enemy was, he could not face the enemy’s Senior Knight.

“I’m better than Father in his current state, at least.”

Gently, Logan lightly pressed on Patrick’s ruined side.

“Keuheuk.”

Patrick forgot his dignity and groaned at the sudden attack.

“In this state, I can even beat Father. Trust me and leave it to me.”

Logan’s eyes were burning, and he didn’t seem like he would back down.

“Alright.”

Patrick knew arguing was pointless right now, so he stepped back. But even as he did, he was already thinking fast.

Four Intermediate Knights, even if they were just leftovers, but they were also injured.

They were not hurt as badly as Patrick, they would not be able to overcome the fundamental difference in skill.

I’ll finish first and help Logan.

This wasn’t his first plan, but it might work even better.

“Alright. Be careful, son.”

“You said I wasn’t your son until the war was over.”

“…”

“So let’s finish this quickly, Lord.”

Logan, being a bit cheeky, smirked and drew his sword. It was a joke that didn’t suit the situation.

Patrick, who let out a weak laugh at that, also raised his sword and stood back-to-back with his son.

He felt safe with Logan behind him, something he never expected before this war.

The pain in his side felt a little lighter.

“Alright. Let’s finish this quickly.”

The father and son swung their swords at the enemies in front and behind.

How dare that brat!

Raoul glared at the enemy charging at him from the front.

It wasn’t the Baron but that young man who stood in his way.

The power that had blown away the Intermediate Knight was certainly usable, but he was no match for him.

Raoul was also a knight who had reached the level of a Senior Knight, and you could tell from his aura alone.

He’s just an average knight at best. His physical abilities seem to be outstanding, though.

It was still too much for him to beat himself, a Senior Knight.

However, at the moment when his golden sword and the red sword of Raoul crossed.

Wham!

“Keok!”

“Kuek!”

Raoul was the one who was pushed back by the greater impact.

“What!”

He couldn’t believe it. The difference in skill was more than just strength and speed.

Even if they had the same strength, the higher level fighter could use it much better.

Even with his injuries, Raoul could see that based on the enemy’s skill and power, he was no match.

‘That enemy overdid it.’

That was the only conclusion he could accept. Raoul added more strength to his sword and clashed with his opponent again.

Wham!

However, the moment the swords crossed, pain exploded in his chest, and a mouthful of blood gushed up.

Yet, Raoul couldn’t show weakness to the boy who smirked as he too was pushed back a little.

Gulp.

The blood he forcibly swallowed deepened his internal injuries, but there was no time to manage it.

‘If you overdo it, I will too.’

Eventually, the difference in skill would lead to a difference in results.

Raoul, gritting his teeth, pulled up his power to the maximum without thinking of the consequences.

However…

Clang!

Scritch.

The boy’s sword, which had been deflected, quickly changed direction and carved a long gash on his thigh.

Raoul had no choice but to accept the grim reality.

His strength was gradually decreasing, while his opponent was becoming faster and stronger.

“Eek!”

While acknowledging the reality, he felt wronged. If he hadn’t been injured, he wouldn’t have suffered this fate.

However, Raoul, unable to simply give up, changed his movements.

‘Strength and speed aren’t everything!’

He had experience wielding a sword for longer than that boy had lived.

Raoul thought that only his better sword skills could help him now.

From then on, he thoroughly avoided clashing swords.

Abandoning his pride as a high-level knight, he skillfully lured out his opponent’s weaknesses with minimal movement.

Clang!

Whoosh!

He changed the direction of the sword with a light flick and relentlessly targeted the opening.

However, in a fight between Force users, collisions couldn’t be completely avoided, so his internal injuries worsened, and he was increasingly pushed into a defensive position.

Nevertheless, Raoul conserved his strength as much as possible, waiting for an opportunity.

And finally, the moment he had been waiting for arrived.

Maybe the boy thought Raoul would block his sword again, because his sword was coming at an angle. The boy’s sword glowed even brighter gold.

His intention to shatter the technique with powerful force was clear.

The corners of Raoul’s lips quirked up slightly. That was what he had been waiting for.

The red light around Raoul’s sword pulsed, growing hotter and brighter like burning coals for a moment.

“Ugh?!”

Raoul used the Force to pull the boy’s sword, and he charged forward.

By using the opponent’s amplified power to disrupt his balance, he felt the enemy falter.

‘Got him!’

His center was broken, and his sword was pulled forward.

Having fully grasped the enemy’s condition, Raoul unleashed his decisive blow.

Scritch!

A clean slicing sound, like tearing silk. But Raoul’s expression hardened grimly.

‘His clothes?!’

During the battle, his body had become slower than he thought, and the enemy had become relatively faster.

Not accounting for that difference was Raoul’s fatal mistake.

The enemy, who had been momentarily surprised, grinned savagely and unleashed another barrage.

‘Damn it!!’

Rage and frustration filled Raoul as he lamented missing the perfect opportunity, but it was too early to despair.

Again, the swords crossed, and Raoul gritted his teeth, using the same tactic once more.

But the opponent wasn’t so easily fooled as to fall for the same trick twice.

“Die!”

As golden light exploded from the opponent’s sword, like a burst of sunlight with a savage smile, Raoul, feeling a sense of crisis, hurriedly retreated.

He quickly moved out of the sword’s range, but it was a meaningless gesture.

Four layers of golden waves, unleashed from the swung sword, swept forward and engulfed Raoul’s body.

“No, this can’t be…”

Wham!

The Divine Sword’s secret art, Form 1: Wave Cleaver, a technique whispered about in legends.

The ancient secret technique, appearing in the world after a thousand years, displayed its power without reservation.

“So much for a high-level knight and his cheap tricks.”

Logan, staggering momentarily before spitting, raised his sword again.

Then, he cut off the head from the nearly crushed corpse and impaled it on his sword.

“I, Logan McLaine, have killed the enemy commander!”

At the point when Patrick hadn’t even finished his fight with the mid-level knights.

The shout that echoed across the battlefield determined the victory or defeat of the war.

The moment Logan’s cry echoed from the center of the battlefield, cracks appeared among the last of the Tesron forces, who had been holding on with sheer grit.

However, those cracks also contained a grave misunderstanding.

“The Baron is dead?”

“No way!”

“It can’t be!”

“Come to think of it, I haven’t seen the flag since earlier!”

The Baron’s choice to lower the flag and hide when the battle turned unfavorable had returned with an unexpected price.

Logan’s action, thinking that the head of a high-level knight would be sufficient, brought about an unexpectedly greater effect.

“Let’s, let’s surrender!”

“Are you crazy?!”

“We have to save our lives!”

Even the loyal troops, who had not fled despite the worsening battle situation and had fought together until the end, were thrown into confusion when the object of their loyalty disappeared.

“Ha, surrender!”

“Don’t attack!”

More than half of the Tesron forces, numbering less than three thousand, declared their surrender on the spot and knelt down.

And the first to be affected by that were the McLaine soldiers fighting against them.

The enemies who had stubbornly resisted finally laid down their weapons.

Even those who had been caught up in the madness or fear created by the battlefield could no longer ignore the changed situation.

And the loudest among them was Rick.

“Long live Lord Logan! Three cheers for the Great Lord!”

Rick’s attitude of shouting with tears in his eyes was clearly excessive, but many of those who were sighing in relief at having safely preserved their lives followed Rick and shouted.

“Long live Logan McLaine!”

“Three cheers for the Great Lord!”

“The battle isn’t over, you morons!”

There were voices that awakened them to reality along the way, but even the remaining enemy forces had lost their fighting spirit.

They were merely afraid of being killed the moment they dropped their weapons, so they hadn’t surrendered like their comrades next to them.

However, the reactions of the few strong survivors, the knights, were slightly different.