Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 350

Kwa kwa kwa kwa!

The attack targeted his head, heart, groin, and limbs – every vital point.

This fierce strike aimed at seven vital points simultaneously: Vortex.

It was his signature move, the one that had earned Grit Einzbern names like the Knight of Carnage and the Devil’s Spear. Everyone knew about this move. If you didn’t block even one hit, you would die. And even if you somehow survived, his relentless follow-up attacks would leave you in pieces.

But Logan blocked it in a simple, but powerful way.

Rumble!

From the holy sword he wielded, a giant’s blade, as massive as a pillar, surged forth.

The silver pillar Logan created shone brightly, with a hint of yellow that only a skilled Aura user like Grit might recognize, but Grit was too busy blocking to notice.

Kwaaaang!

The giant’s sword collided with the seven Aura spheres, and a deafening roar shook the stone chamber.

“Kugh!”

“Hmph!”

Both sides were thrown back. The knights of the First Legion, who had been charging at Logan, lost their balance from the shockwave and tumbled.

It was then that the crazed expressions began to disappear from the faces of the fallen knights.

“Ugh!?”

“Wh-Why am I…”

The bewildered knights looked towards the mages they had thought were allies.

But the mages had stopped casting spells and were gathered in one spot.

The knights’ eyes widened with confusion as an ominously glowing gray magic surged from where the mages stood, like swirling smoke and cold mist.

The sight sent a chill down the spines of the knights, who had already been tricked and attacked by these mages. But Logan and Grit were too busy with their fight to pay attention to the mages.

Grit regained his footing first.

“Not bad!”

Surprise flickered across Grit’s face. Nevertheless, he didn’t hesitate and charged again.

On the other hand, Gaille and Logan had to hesitate for another moment as they tried to control the power they had briefly unleashed.

‘Tch.’

Logan didn’t want to risk revealing his true identity if he could avoid it, but Grit Einzbern was not an enemy to be trifled with, even in his current weakened state.

Grit was a powerhouse who seemed stronger than even High Rank fighters. Logan needed to attack with all his strength.

‘This is a problem, even when you hook a whopper like this.’

Logan frowned, worried about his disguise. He was about to raise his sword again when…

“Power Word! Obey!”

A bizarre shout that seemed to shake the very space around them echoed from the retreating mages.

Glancing over, he saw a gray pentagram beneath the mages’ feet. An astonishingly vast amount of magic surged upwards from it.

Before that surprise could fade, the surging magic turned into a massive bolt of gray lightning and struck Logan.

Zap!

The magic was so chilling that Grit, who had been charging forward, frowned and defended himself. As the magic hit Logan, a thunderous voice echoed in his mind.

– Obey!!

Zzzzzing!

The noise was deafening, so loud it shook his ears and made him lose balance.

It felt as if he had been attacked with powerful sonic magic.

But at that moment…

“Stop, Count Grit! We have subdued him!”

The mages’ confident voices reached Grit, who was about to resume his attack.

‘Hmm?’

Grit paused again, but Logan didn’t move, even though he saw the opening.

‘Could this be…’

The immense gray magic swirling fiercely within him was trying to access his mind, only to be torn apart by the Force.

Logan didn’t understand ‘the power of origin’ that Zibric Cassel talked about. But he saw his own power easily destroy the gray magic, even when he used only a little of it. He realized his power was the opposite of theirs.

However, Logan stopped completely destroying the magic and chose to wait and see what would happen.

“What do you mean, Gares?”

Grit glared at the mages with burning eyes, even as he remained wary of Gaille, who hadn’t moved at all.

He realized there weren’t just two mages, but five.

That meant that three of them were capable of deceiving even his senses, so there was nothing to gain from fighting them now.

Nevertheless, Grit couldn’t bring himself to give in because of his humiliated subordinates and his pride.

But as if not caring at all about his feelings, Gares replied with a smile.

“It means that he can no longer resist our words.”

“…What rubbish are you talking about?”

Grit thought this was complete nonsense.

The surviving knights also looked bewildered.

“I’ll show you proof.”

Gares turned his head to look behind him with a confident smile, and one of the old mages nodded with a sinister grin.

Soon, a chilling voice echoed.

– Cut off his left arm.

Gaille immediately raised his sword.

Shwack!

“Huh!?”

Gaille swung his sword without hesitation, and bright red blood spurted from his left arm.

However, his arm wasn’t completely severed as the mage had commanded. Blood dripped from the gash on his skin.

“…Kuh-ugh.”

It was because Gaille, his eyes bloodshot, was holding his right hand with his left.

As Grit and the knights frowned at the bizarre sight, the mages were surprised, but also somewhat impressed.

The silver Aura blazing from the sword seemed different to them.

– Enough. Await further orders!

As the voice, once again filled with a strange resonance, continued, Gaille, who had been groaning in pain, stood up straight and plunged his sword into the ground.

Thud!

He knelt on one knee, gripping the sword that was stuck in the stone chamber floor.

His face was red and his veins were bulging, making it clear that his actions weren’t his own. His body no longer twitched.

“As expected, the resistance of the holy sword…”

“Amazing! It resisted such strong magic, magic that used five Blood Orbs!”

“We did well to come…”

The mages murmured to each other.

Most of it was hard to understand, but it seemed these bizarre individuals had completely subdued their target.

But Grit was extremely uneasy with this absurd conclusion.

A knight who had been evenly matched with him had become a puppet in an instant.

Beyond the anger he felt towards the enemy, a strong feeling of displeasure surged within him. He couldn’t tolerate such magic.

To hide that displeasure, Grit’s feet naturally moved towards Gaille.

“Then I shall finish this.”

But there was an unexpected obstruction.

“Please bear with it, Count. Wouldn’t it be better to use an enemy who has already been subdued as a tool?”

Grit’s eyes narrowed at the voice blocking his path.

“…Is there any point in keeping him alive?”

“We need to find the treasures of the ruins, don’t we? Surely you don’t think that sword is all there is?”

Grit’s expression hardened at those words.

“Besides, the power of a transcendent would be valuable to the Empire, wouldn’t it?”

“What good would it do to take a transcendent from Liberty to the Empire?”

Gares gave a sly smile.

“There is a way. And, though you may not know it, we have invested a lot of resources, so we need to take him alive to at least break even.”

Break even?

‘They see a knight like him, a transcendent, as just worth resources, like gold or magic stones.’

Grit’s face hardened even more.

However, Gares ignored him and said even more upsetting things.

“You know, don’t you? Our existence has been tolerated even by the Emperor.”

“How insolent!”

A wave of murderous intent filled Grit’s voice.

The Imperial Knight was very loyal. Even though Gareth was strong, the knight moved quickly and pointed his spear at Gareth’s neck.

“Ah, a slip of the tongue. Your Imperial Majesty, I meant I received your permission.”

Gareth clicked his tongue, a sharp, clicking sound that showed he wasn’t sorry at all as he looked at him, his expression showing no sign of apology.

However, Grit chose to step back.

“…Be careful what you say next time, magician.”

He didn’t even want to say Gareth’s name, feeling uneasy.

“Haha. Of course.”

But Gareth only smiled, whether he knew his feelings or not.

Grit hated seeing that, so he turned his head away.

‘For now, the goal has been achieved.’

The one who damaged the dignity of the Emperor was completely subdued.

They were mages who manipulated knights and used bizarre tricks, but since they were allies for now, there was no need to antagonize them immediately.

‘It’s not because I lack the strength that I’m backing down.’

Grit made excuses to himself like that and gritted his teeth inwardly.

Then, he strode over to the kneeling enemy.

“Anyway, you’re saying that sword is a treasure from the ruins?”

“That’s right. He was probably able to fight on par with you because of that treasure.”

Grit tilted his head at Gareth’s words.

Grit had fought Gareth a little. He knew Gareth was strong even without the magic sword. In reality, it was difficult to imitate the strength of an upper-level Aura user, with even a 6-class artifact, which was an ancient relic.

But if that was true.

‘It would be a treasure worth presenting to His Majesty.’

That thought comforted his troubled mind a little.

But the moment he stood in front of the kneeling enemy.

“Invisible Hold.”

“Terrible Blind.”

“Mind Breaker.”

With the chorus of eerie voices – whispers that seemed to crawl into his ears – his body stiffened. Then, darkness, and in his mind, he saw vengeful spirits, shadowy figures with burning red eyes, rushing towards him.

‘Eek!’

A sudden change.

But Grit’s powerful mind and Force instinctively severed the magic power that was digging into his head.

Luckily, Grit was already using his Force, because he was worried the enemy might attack.

But those few seconds of hesitation became a disaster.

“Ugh, urgh!”

The enemy’s greatsword, which had been kneeling, pierced his chest.

“Commander!”

“Your Excellency!”

His subordinate knights screamed and tried to rush in, but everyone stopped moving like dolls at the old mage’s voice that followed.

“Memories can be wiped clean.”

“Insignificant knights like them……”

“So the Emperor won’t notice……”

“Exactly.”

The mages’ eerie voices flowed into Grit’s dying ears, and in his blurred vision, he saw the faces of his subordinates, frozen with blank eyes.

‘Ah, no.’

An unacceptable sight.

Grit’s eyes widened at the worst reality.

He wanted to get up and strike the necks of the mages who were spouting nonsense right away, but his body, already fatally wounded, would not move as he wished.

“Ugh, ugh……”

A resentful heart, a feeling of injustice, only came out as a groan, and a small voice was heard in his dying ear.

“Farewell.”

Grit gave a hollow laugh at the ‘reddish-brown’ eyes that were strangely clear and calm. They were the eyes of someone who was in control, not someone who had been defeated. He could see the end of those who had made him like this.

‘……Fools.’

Grit Einzbern lay sprawled on the cold stone floor, but there was no mage to mourn him. Silence fell in the stone chamber, except for the mages’ soft voices.

“Good work. Gair……was it?”

“What’s the point of a name for a combat doll?”

“Still, isn’t it a commemoration of recovering the ancestor’s relic?”

“Combat dolls also need identification marks.”

Perhaps it was because their minds were not completely subdued, but some of the knights, their faces red and their bodies trembling like logs, looked more human.

“This is the Holy Sword……”

“But why is the reaction so weak?”

“It must be a mistake.”

As the eerie voice echoed, Gair, who had approached the mages, ‘aimed’ his sword at them.

But even then, the mages were just looking at him with smiling faces.

“Oh dear, I think we implanted too much magic.”

“I agree. Is his intelligence a little low?”

“Let’s order him to hand over the handle again.”

“Wait. Just a little……”

The moment only Gareth felt something strange and hesitated, a ray of light soared from the greatsword and drew a large semicircle in the air.

A circle of blood that cut through the necks and upper bodies of the mages as they were.

“Uh, urgh.”

“Keu, keureuk.”

“H, how……!”

The mages fell with unbelievable eyes. In their eyes, they saw Gair’s face slightly raising the corners of his lips.

“Ha, it was hard to act.”

A voice that only they could hear. But the mages, who were already losing consciousness, could not answer.

‘It’s my turn to disappear now.’

Gair, with a bitter smile, distorted his expression again and screamed.

“Kraaaah!”

Then, he poured out a silver storm with his greatsword – a blinding flash of light and steel that moved like a whirlwind.

Until the mages’ bodies, which were still alive because of their strong magic power, were crushed miserably.

Then, he soon screamed like a madman.

“Wooaaah!”

He screamed like an animal and began to run madly out of the stone chamber, no, out of the castle.

An unimaginable series of changes in the training hall.

“W, what on earth is this……”

“Commander!!”

“Damn it!”

“Those wizards are up to something!”

All that remained in that place were a few knights of the 1st Corps who were just beginning to be released from the mage’s magic.