Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 296

The Liberty army marched from their land, heading for the King’s castle. They quickly took three castles along the way. But they had a problem: their supply lines were too long and weak.

Karyl Zamod knew about this problem too. So, he left some of his soldiers in each castle they captured. These soldiers had to protect the supply lines.

So, when they could finally see the King’s castle of Romen in the distance, the Liberty army was smaller than they thought. They only had about 1,400 knights and 40,000 soldiers. This was even less than one group of soldiers from Maclane.

Their first plan was that even this smaller army would be strong enough to beat Romen’s soldiers.

But then, they saw the King’s castle in the distance…

Karyl Zamod made a sound of surprise and worry.

“What is this…? Oh no…”

He was right to be worried.

Karyl thought the Romen soldiers would be hiding inside their castle. But they were already outside, ready to fight on the open fields! If it was just Romen, Karyl might have been happy. But there was a problem: two more flags were waving next to Romen’s flag. Flags of Romero and Tahiti.

Soldiers from three of the four countries that were friends were all there to fight them. Their army was huge, much bigger than Liberty’s army – at least one and a half times bigger!

“‘Punish the invaders!'”

The enemy soldiers started moving forward, shouting loudly. Fear spread quickly through the Liberty camp.

“‘Why are there so many?'” cried one soldier.

“‘We were supposed to win!'” yelled another.

“‘What is happening?!'” someone else shouted.

These countries had become friends to fight against Grandia before. But Grandia had fallen. Liberty’s army had not fought in a war for hundreds of years. They were not well-trained and could not handle surprises.

“‘Sir! The enemies are coming closer!'” shouted a messenger.

“‘The soldiers are all mixed up and scared!'” cried another.

“‘Damn!'” Karyl cursed. Even the leaders did not know what to do. They were confused and making mistakes.

“‘Tria! Those lazy people are too slow!'” Karyl Zamod finally understood what was happening and got angry.

“‘Send a message now! Get in touch with them! Ask why the Tria Kingdom has not sent their soldiers!'”

It was clear why he was asking. All the other friendly countries, except Calon (who was fighting Teronan at sea), had sent their soldiers to fight Liberty. They were not fighting Tria at all.

‘They are all attacking us… Are those Tria people doing something bad again? Are they trying to destroy our country?’ Karyl thought.

Logan did not understand why Tria was not helping either. But he knew what he had to do right now, even without knowing about Tria.

“‘Count Karyl,’ Logan said firmly. ‘Let me lead the knights.'”

“‘Why should we let a stranger…?'” Karyl started to say, annoyed.

“‘Be quiet!’ Logan interrupted sharply. ‘Do you think talking will solve this problem? Focus!'”

Karyl Zamod had wanted to push Logan away at first. But he stopped when Logan spoke so strongly. It wasn’t just because Logan was stronger. Logan’s powerful energy seemed to enter Karyl’s mind. Karyl, who was already scared by the huge enemy army, felt his courage disappear when he felt Logan’s amazing power. He became smaller and weaker inside.

“‘Remember what the Prince ordered, Count!’ Logan continued. ‘I will be at the front! Get the knights in line. I will go first!'”

“‘Yes!? Yes! O-okay, I understand!'” Karyl said, still angry and red-faced, but he could not say no to Logan.

“‘Focus everyone! Hold your spears up!'” Karyl shouted to the knights. The Liberty knights looked confused at the strange brown-haired man who suddenly rode his horse forward. They were unsure what to do. But then, Karyl Zamod shouted again, and they changed their minds.

“‘This is Gyle… Slayer! Our kingdom’s new powerful warrior! The Prince told you about him! Follow his orders!'”

Logan quickly moved forward on his horse. He had a fake name now, and Karyl had just added a fake last name too. Logan almost laughed. ‘Slayer? Slayer, really?’ he thought. ‘That’s a silly name!’ He knew why Karyl did it, though. Even though powerful people with aura were respected everywhere, Karyl was worried the knights would not listen to Logan if he seemed like just a normal person without a last name. ‘Why couldn’t he have told me about this before?’ Logan thought, annoyed at Karyl for being so worried about small things when he was usually smart. But then, Logan strongly raised his sword.

Now was the time to raise morale by showing an overwhelming performance, even if it was a bit much.

Suddenly, a silver blade of light came out of Logan’s sword, shooting upwards!

“‘Waaah!'” The knights cheered loudly.

“‘If we just take down three flags, the war will be finished! Follow me!'” Logan shouted.

Everyone on the battlefield stopped to watch Logan. He was riding forward quickly, surrounded by silver light.

“‘Aaargh!'” The Liberty knights felt their courage grow when they saw him. He looked like a powerful god from old stories. They charged forward with a loud cry that was like a mix of yelling and shouting.

Thud thud thud.

The two rapidly approaching formations.

The knights at the front felt each other getting closer in an instant and gradually raised their momentum.

“‘Don’t be afraid! It’s just a bluff! There are no aura users in the enemy ranks!'”

A shout filled with force suppressed the loud hoofbeats and spread across the battlefield.

Logan’s expression slightly contorted at the sound.

‘So they’ve also collected information about Gunther Liberty.’

“‘We have twice as many! Charge!'”

The enemy leader denied the visible momentum of Logan and packaged their numbers, which were more than half as many, as double. Although he might have been wrong about himself, it was a wise decision. With that simple lie, the enemy’s morale soared at once.

Of course, it was just a meaningless improvisation to someone.

‘Such a traditional knight charge.’

To a young king who only used knights to shoot with crossbows, detonate with Liberatio, and then trample the devastated camp, this situation itself was just a bitter smile.

‘If I take over the alliance, I’ll have to arm them with rapid-fire crossbows first.’

It was a battle that didn’t feel tense enough for him to even think about such things.

No knight he saw was capable of taking his sword. But…

“‘I will destroy you completely!'” Logan roared. A blade of silver light, longer than a tall tree, grew from his sword – and this wasn’t even his favorite sword, Lux.

The enemy leader looked shocked.

“‘Impossible!’ he yelled back. ‘I’ll show everyone you are cheating!'”

Maybe he was too sure of his information, or maybe he just couldn’t believe his eyes. He charged at Logan with his own glowing sword. But Logan’s silver blade cut through it like paper.

*Kwwaaaaaang!*

It sounded like a bomb exploding right in front of them. The enemy leader’s body burst apart when Logan’s silver blade hit him. Pieces of his body and blood flew everywhere, raining down on the soldiers behind him.

A skill that went beyond simply cutting and slicing, imbuing the aura with attributes. No one on this battlefield could interpret what that skill meant, except for the person himself.

“‘I’ll kill you all!'”

Every time the silver aura blade was swung, everything within a 4m radius was cut away. The bodies of knights reinforced with force, and even armor, were useless. The horse, enveloped in silver radiance, focused all eyes on the battlefield and broke through the enemy lines in a straight line without a moment’s pause.

The allied forces of the three nations were paying the price dearly for not preparing for the enemy’s superhuman, or rather, ignoring him.

“‘Aaaargh!'”

“‘It’s a, a monster!'”

“‘Get out of the way!'”

An object flashing with a light so dazzling that its shape could not be recognized, causing a rain of blood everywhere it passed.

Soldiers began to falter from the rear of the enemy lines when they saw that object approaching.

“‘What are you doing! There’s only one enemy! Concentrate and kill him!'”

Baltha Grow, the commander of the Romen Kingdom, surrounded by numerous flags, shouted repeatedly.

‘An aura user. Gunther is definitely in the royal castle…’

His insides were burning black at the unexpected situation.

But no matter how superhuman he is, he’s bound to get tired. Once that silver light surrounding his body disappears, what remains is just an ordinary human body. If we push him until he exhausts his strength, we can defeat him. That was the only way for the majority to face a superhuman.

However.

“‘Aaaargh!'”

“‘Ru, run away!'”

“‘How can we face that!'”

The soldiers who were supposed to become ‘expendables’ refused to play their part. Everyone saw the Knights, who had stood at the forefront in the most traditional way, collapse in the hands of that silver monster. The soldiers couldn’t even dare to attack a monster who lightly trampled on knights far stronger than themselves.

The unusually sparkling and dazzling silver light only looked like an invitation from the Grim Reaper inviting them to the afterlife.

“‘Anyone who blocks me dies!!'”

Moreover, as the strangely resounding shout pierced their ears, their legs gave way, and they couldn’t even stand properly. The same was true for the elite soldiers chosen to protect the commander.

The silver monster, passing by the soldiers who had collapsed on their trembling legs, instantly beheaded the escort knights and charged straight at the commander.

Slice.

“‘I’ve broken the flag of the Romen Kingdom!'”

The monster, beheading the commander in one stroke and breaking the flag, didn’t even glance at the soldiers who were sitting and wetting themselves, and charged towards another flag.

“‘Next! Romain!'”

Romain, a neighboring country with twin ancestors to the Romen Kingdom. The flag bore the symbol of a crescent moon, exactly opposite to that of its brother country.

As Logan pointed at the flag and shouted, the Liberty knights, their momentum soaring, immediately followed him.

“‘Waaah!'”

“‘We will be victorious!'”

“‘Follow Gyle!'”

And they were the elites of Liberty. Most of the clumsy ones were stuck in the center of the battlefield, and only the skilled ones followed Logan, tearing through the enemy’s large army.

In front of them, Logan spurred his horse, gauging the total amount of force. In the meantime, he also gained an absurd realization.

‘I thought I was wasting force, but this is actually more efficient?’

He had covered even his horse with force, making it sparkle like a madman, but honestly, he thought it was too much. For an ordinary knight, it would have been a suicidal act that would have made him a target and killed him instantly.

For Logan, who was confident in his victory, it was just something he had chosen for a noticeable achievement and performance, but it seemed to have maximized the enemies’ fear. The fact that the enemy lines were collapsing more easily than expected was proof of that.

‘Even if it’s a bit much, it’s worth continuing to use. Even when I go back.’

In this situation, the limited range of motion and skill due to changing the color of the aura were not a problem.

“‘Everyone, charge!'”

The silver aura blade was swung repeatedly. As more and more blood flowed along the blood path created in a straight line where he went, the battlefield was cleared more quickly. The silver reaper stirred up the battlefield, making a mess of the main camp.

Two of the three nation’s allied commanders were beheaded less than three hours after the battle began. The remaining one threw off his helmet, abandoned his flag, and disappeared. As a general of this era, he had chosen flight, which was worse than death.

Naturally, from that moment on, the collapsed allied forces had no ability to stop the Liberty army that rushed in.

“‘Kill them all!'”

“‘Kill them all!'”

“‘How dare you!'”

The Liberty soldiers swung their spears and swords mercilessly, as if denying that they had been frightened before the battle. The allied forces, their morale shattered, couldn’t even respond properly to the fierce attack and were busy running away.

But at that moment.

“‘Don’t touch those who surrender!'”

The silver reaper, who had brought victory to the allied forces, calmed the madness of the battlefield.

“‘Those who have thrown away their weapons are prisoners! Honorable Liberty warriors do not kill prisoners!'”

They were uttering strange words that they had never heard in their lives, but it didn’t matter. The owner of that silver light, who seemed to have descended from the heavens, was the symbol of victory and the messenger of God who would save them.

“‘Follow Gyle Slayer!'”

“‘We have won!'”

“‘Show mercy!'”

Even the knights who had led the war to victory following the messenger of God shouted so loudly, and the madness of the army, which had been massacring even the injured and fallen enemies who could not escape the battlefield, began to subside in an instant.

More than half of the enemy forces had fled, but it was clearly an overwhelming victory. Everyone on the battlefield knew who this victory was thanks to.

“‘Long live Liberty!'”

“‘Long live Gyle Slayer!'”

“‘Long live the silver reaper!'”

But Logan, the object of that praise, was busy watching the fleeing enemies and drawing the future course of the war.