Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 398

“How on earth did things turn out like this….”

Jamie Gillan staggered, spitting out a lament filled with rage.

A newly built fortress showed clear traces of dried mud.

A massive army of 200,000 men was attacking the fortress.

The Empire’s northern conquest force, with four legions and seven powerful warriors, had been utterly crushed.

They knew it would rain Quorrel, making it hard to see. But the real problem was the red stones falling with it. The explosions, like weak magic, covered the fields. Jamie gritted his teeth just thinking about it.

“Aargh!”

“Sa, save me!”

“Kwaaaang!”

The screams of the Empire’s elite still echoed in his ears.

‘It’s absurd. Absolutely nothing makes sense.’

Using so many magic scrolls was very expensive.

No empire, no nation, had ever wasted so many artifacts in a war. It was impossible unless they wanted to bankrupt the country in one battle.

Even the Empire’s best knights tried to fight through the powerful attack. But ‘arrows of red light’ shot them down before they reached the fortress walls. Even those who climbed onto the walls felt weak and lost their strength.

Seven powerful warriors jumped onto the walls to try and win the battle. But they met strong fighters and felt a strange magic pressure that weakened them.

For example.

“This damn lump…!”

“Hahaha! How do you like it, you sly dog! I’m not the same as I was back then!”

“You’re shameless, relying on magic!”

“Isn’t it shameless for two of you to gang up on me? You haven’t changed, you sly dog!”

The enormous giant was blocking the 2nd Legion Commander, Jipen, and the 3rd Legion Commander, Blake.

“I don’t recognize that symbol. Who are you with?”

“I am Gunter Liberty, Archduke of Liberty! Remember my name, warrior of the Empire!”

Like the old knight who stopped Chaperfil, a soldier from the Emperor’s Guard.

Even with all that, it wasn’t a big problem. The 4th Legion Commander, Drexler, was fighting back an aura user with a bow that he’d never seen before.

But the biggest problem, one he couldn’t ignore, was right in front of him.

A middle-aged man with more white hair than gold.

He knew who it was.

Grandia, who was over seventy years old, the strongest warrior in McLaine. The Sword Master, Felix Esperanza.

“A monstrous old man….”

Jamie used to be in the Emperor’s Guard. After the ‘Magic Spear’ Greet Einzhern died, Jamie became the leader of the Eastern Empire’s First Army. He was chosen because he was a very strong warrior who could use aura, like Greet.

But now his armor was broken, and his body was covered in sword wounds.

His worst wound was in his stomach. Blood flowed quickly from the deep cut. It was so bad, it looked like his insides would fall out if he didn’t hold it.

And the one who had done this to him looked okay. He was a little pale, but only had a few scratches on his arms and legs.

And even those scratches on the old man were not from Jamie alone. Three strong warriors had attacked him together.

“Jamie, retreat!”

“The damage is too great. Fall back!”

His old friends from the Imperial Guard, Miles and Melvin, were trying to stop the old monster. They were trying to protect him, who was badly wounded.

Even knowing this, he couldn’t retreat. If he did, one or both of his friends would die.

The strange magic that weakened even strong warriors was a big reason why they were struggling. But the enemy’s skill was much greater than they knew.

‘The Sword Master was thought to be weak among the strong.’

But he was a top aura user, almost the best, and had reached complete mastery.

The information was wrong, terribly wrong.

Not just one or two things, but everything.

That difference caused this disaster.

Clang! Clang!

“Ugh, what is this….”

Thud!

“Aaargh!”

Tap tap tap.

“Sa, save me!”

The screams from all directions sounded like they were all from the Imperial army.

“We were too arrogant….”

It was too late to regret it, but he sighed.

‘I can’t face the Emperor like this.’

The only good thing was that the ‘bow-wielding aura user’ and the ‘strongest warrior in McLaine’ were here.

Since such strong fighters were here, the central army and the southern army would have less trouble.

Jamie decided what to do.

‘This old man and this magic might stop Sword Spirit.’

Because Tris Hornsby was said to be badly hurt, he had to be careful.

It was his fault that the Empire’s army was losing. If he had to die, he had to do something useful.

“Miles, Melvin! Make an opening!”

He would remove the Empire’s last problem, even if it killed him.

His friends understood.

“Aaargh!”

Miles, known as the Grim Reaper, swung his giant scythe, Soul Taker. He was hurt, but he swung it hard, creating an aura blade that cut through the space where the Sword Master was.

At the same time, Melvin’s sword exploded, covering the area with pieces of the aura-filled blade.

They used their special fighting moves in a wild attack. It looked like they wanted to destroy even the space where the Sword Master could escape.

A red light flashed from the Sword Master’s body, and he became a red thunderbolt, moving through the space.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwang!

‘He still has that much power….’

Even with his amazing warrior’s eyesight, he could barely see the movements. But this was no time to watch.

Jamie used all his strength to stop the bleeding in his stomach and put it into his spear. Then, he charged with the spear.

He charged forward, using all his skill from years of riding and fighting on horseback. He had left his horse behind, but he ran with the force of a horse.

Jamie Gillan became a red meteor, stabbing the back of the red thunderbolt, the Sword Master, who had caught up to Melvin.

‘Success…!’

Kwaaaang!

Jamie smiled as he died, but he felt something strange at the tip of his spear.

It felt like it had gone in too deep.

Then he heard Miles’ scream.

“Melvin!!!!!”

Melvin?

At the same time, the Sword Master’s body disappeared.

He saw Melvin’s pale face, his stomach pierced by his spear.

He was shocked to kill a friend. The mental shock was greater than the loss of life, and he couldn’t think.

“Tsk. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice after making such a loud noise?”

Then he heard the enemy’s voice. The enemy had made a fake copy of himself that looked real, even with the red light around it. Jamie felt a burning pain in his neck.

That was the last thought of Jamie Gillan, the leader of the Eastern Empire’s First Army.

A short while later.

“We have defeated the enemy commander!”

The sound of the end of the battle echoed in Shield, the fortress in northwestern McLaine.

“Khahaha! How do you like that, you bastard!”

Matt Dickerson was leading the armies attacking the southern fortress, Armor. He was also a strong warrior from the Emperor’s Guard. He cheered loudly.

He had stabbed the one-eyed fighter who had been stubbornly fighting him.

“A stubborn fighter.”

If he didn’t feel weaker as soon as he stepped onto the fortress, he would have done this sooner.

But he was happy to win, at least for now. He was so happy that he forgot the damage he had seen before climbing onto the fortress.

‘Defeat the remaining warriors and win the battle. It’s still possible!’

The strong warriors could turn the battle around.

But his celebration was too early.

Thwack.

“Keuh, Keuh-heok. Th, this crazy….”

The fighter, who should have died, had stabbed a knife into his stomach.

A big hole had been made in his stomach, and he could still move?

No, before that.

‘He’s alive?’

It was a smaller wound than the fighter’s, but his insides burned, his strength drained away, and his legs shook.

“……You son of a bitch!”

Wham.

The fighter couldn’t avoid the punch and fell, but he wasn’t happy.

“Crazy fighter….”

A warrior who uses aura, attacking even though he would die.

How could such a crazy fighter have lived long enough to become a warrior?

‘No, he was young. Very young.’

He started to have strange thoughts.

He saw the corpse with a hole in its belly getting up again. And the hole was starting to close.

“If, If I concentrate… I, I can even do… this.”

The one-eyed gaze was becoming scary.

“Heu, heu-heu. What the hell… is this….”

It was even stranger than the magic. It reminded him of the monsters in fairy tales.

‘This is ridiculous!’

Slap.

Matt slapped himself to calm down.

Sigh.

‘Right. He has a unique power. Something like that can happen. If he’s an aura user….’

His fighting skills were only average, but he was still very hard to defeat. This was confusing.

‘Ah, is that because of the weakening magic?’

There was an excuse.

Also, the opponent was more hurt. If they fought again, he would win.

Unless that fighter could come back to life even if his head was cut off.

‘Right. I can do it.’

But then Matt saw something that shocked him again.

“What the hell is that…!?”

A middle-aged warrior with a large build, wearing different clothes from the McLaine knights, was evenly matched with the 7th Legion Commander, Graeme.

He thought it was possible.

He had heard of someone called ‘Teronan’s Iron Wall’.

However, his comrades were being easily defeated.

A mage who used water magic and an aura user, and a skinny guy who used the power of wind, were overpowering the 8th Legion Commander, Bering.

In addition, Jang Han, a young man who had countless aura swords, was also pressuring the 6th Legion Commander.

It was strange, but he understood when he saw Jang Han’s red hair.

‘Probably a hidden weapon of the McLaine royal family.’

A 2-on-1 fight, McLaine’s secret weapon.

He could understand that.

The real problem was on the other side.

The three members of the Imperial Guard were very strong aura users.

But two of them, besides himself, and the 5th Legion Commander, Maxwell, were being easily defeated.

He couldn’t believe it.

“What!!!!! What the hell is that!!”

Am I dreaming?

Matt Dickerson screamed in despair.

“Why!! Why are you doing this to me!?”

Strange magic.

It’s an illusion.

He shouted, but he knew that illusions wouldn’t work on aura users.

He was acting like this because the enemy was so strange.

Matt Dickerson, the commander of the southern army, was acting so wildly because the opponent was so absurd.

The one defeating Christian Miller, known as ‘Illusion Sword’, Anthony Brown, called ‘Berserker’, and Maxwell Cutter, the ‘Wind Shadow Spear’, was just a ‘dog’.