Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 399

Christian Miller fought with all his strength. He used his Illusion Sword, but it wasn’t enough. “I swear,” he thought, teeth clenched, “if I ever say a dog is cute again…”

This was no normal dog. It was small, only reaching Christian’s waist, but incredibly fast. It dodged every strike from his sword, a sword glowing with power. And sometimes, the dog would push a paw or snout towards him, and Christian felt a strange, cold energy.

He blocked the dog’s paw – it felt much heavier than it looked. The force pushed him back to the wall. He knew by now that this was no ordinary dog. Even his aura-powered sword couldn’t cut its claws, which looked just a little sharp.

Soon, red light from the spear wrapped around the monster.

The spear cracked quickly. “It won’t hold!” Maxwell yelled, his face strained. “Hurry!”

Two more figures jumped out. Christian’s red sword light flashed, trying to distract the monster. Anthony swung his axe down hard, aiming to hit.

The three heroes and the monster were about to clash… then, *pop*! Like a child’s toy breaking, the monster disappeared.

“Huh!?”

“What!?”

“Ack!?”

They shouted in surprise. Without the monster, they were about to crash into each other! They tried to stop their attacks, but it was too late. They were too close.

*Wham!*

“Ugh!”

“Eek!”

Maxwell was hit hardest in the middle. He stumbled back. Christian and Anthony were also knocked off balance by the strong hit.

Then, the monster was back! Just a few steps away. Before they could think, its one head grew huge, then split into three! Each head was bigger than its body, and red eyes glowed with evil.

This was too strange to be real. The three heads seemed to grin, then opened their mouths at the same time. *Zzzzzing!* A huge red beam shot out – bigger and stronger than anything they had ever seen. It blasted towards them, swallowing the three heroes in light.

Christian stared at the beam, his mind empty with fear. *This can’t be happening!* He tried to move, to dodge, but the power of the beam was too strong. It held him in place.

The monster had dodged their attacks and struck back perfectly. *KRA-KRA-KRA-KRA!*

“AAAAARGH!”

The red beam vanished. Maxwell was gone – just gone. Anthony Brown, known as the ‘Berserker’, screamed in pain.

Was it good or bad that Anthony was still alive enough to scream, even with his legs gone? Christian didn’t know, and he couldn’t think clearly.

He had just managed to shield his head. But his right side… gone. From shoulder to hip, just ripped away. ‘Hhh… hhh…’ *Me? Christian? The Illusion Sword? Is this how I die? Like this?* He was just confused. He couldn’t believe it.

Forget the monster’s beam attack – it was stronger than anything they’d faced before, like everything else had been nothing. This monster could teleport! Even the greatest mages found that magic hard to do, even when they were ready.

And it had teleported at the perfect time. It was like the monster was playing with them. Could they have stopped it if they knew? This was the power of a sacred beast, something almost unheard of. As he died, Christian felt only regret and confusion.

The monster knew it had won. This last sacred beast, king of magic creatures, howled to the sky. *AWOOOOO!*

News of the battles traveled fast. At Kyle Castle, Logan heard about the victory in the south – and immediately started arguing with Tyr.

Tyr was a powerful being who helped Logan, but he was also reckless. Logan had told him to hide his true power, his ‘demonic energy’.

Logan’s voice echoed in Tyr’s mind. “I told you not to transform! How many times do I have to say it? Don’t show your demonic power!”

Tyr replied, sounding bored, “It was just a little bit.”

“A little bit?!” Logan exclaimed. “I saw everything! You monster! Have you forgotten I can see what you see?”

Tyr just said, “Maybe. I was bored.”

Logan sighed. “Seriously, Tyr…”

Eileen, his wife, looked at him, head tilted. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing,” Logan said. “Tyr is just being…” He stopped. Eileen raised an eyebrow. Logan felt the eyes of everyone else in the tent on him. All the commanders of the 1st Legion were there, faces red with excitement.

“It’s nothing,” Logan said, forcing a smile. “Just me being silly on a day like this.” He shook his head, trying to forget about Tyr. He looked at his commanders. “Okay,” he said, clearing his throat. “Continue the report.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” one commander said. “The news from the north and south…” As he spoke, smiles grew on everyone’s faces.

The report listed the enemy losses – legions crushed, superhumans defeated. Logan read that Christian Miller, Anthony Brown, and even Commander Maxwell Cutter were dead, killed by the sacred beast, Tyr.

The report also stated that in the northern war, they had defeated two enemy superhumans and completely destroyed 1/4 of the enemy forces. They had achieved a great victory while facing more than twice their numbers.

The south did even better!” one commander exclaimed. “Who gets the credit? Grand Duke McLaine or Prince Lonian?” Another laughed. “Who cares? We won!” The tent erupted in noise. The commanders had been watching Logan, waiting for his reaction. When he didn’t speak, they started celebrating even louder. This victory was huge.

We won everywhere!’ someone shouted. ‘North, south, here! The enemy lost at least 20% of their army and they’re running!'”

“WOOOOAAAH!” The cheer was deafening. Kyle Castle had been hit hardest, but this victory meant more. *I defeated the Sword Soul,* Logan thought, a thrill still running through him. *If I remember this feeling, I can become a legend.* He imagined the future… The noise in the tent grew louder as he thought.

“It’s all thanks to you, Your Majesty!”

“Glory to McLaine!”

“Long live Logan McLaine!” Everyone was cheering, faces red and happy. Eileen smiled at Logan and whispered in his ear, “Say something!” She gently pushed him forward. Logan took a deep breath, cleared his head, and stood up.

The noise died down quickly. All eyes were on Logan, full of excitement. He looked at Eileen, Clayton, Victoria, and the commanders – Jorge and the others. He paused, then spoke, his voice clear and strong. “Today, we won!” The tent exploded with cheers again.

“Glory to McLaine!”

“Victory!”

“You did it, Your Majesty!”

“Hey, what about us?”

“We fought too!” *Haha!* The tent was wild with celebration. “Quiet down!”

“The King is talking!”

“Everyone, stop!” Some commanders tried to quiet everyone, but Logan smiled and let them celebrate. He was the happiest of all.

“Yes,” Logan said, grinning. “It’s all thanks to me!”

“Yes! That’s right!” someone shouted back.

“And,” Logan continued, “it’s all thanks to you too!”

“That’s right!” Clayton yelled, making everyone laugh. “Yes,” Logan said, smiling. “We did it together.” He wanted to say something grand, something important, but the words wouldn’t come. He just felt a huge wave of emotion.

He could almost see his dream coming true – the dream he’d had for so long, the dream that made up for all the mistakes of his past. His heart pounded with excitement. But then he thought, *Not yet. Not yet.* He forced himself to calm down. This victory was amazing, everything had worked perfectly. Had things ever gone this well since he… since he came back? That’s why he had to be careful. It wasn’t over yet.

Logan took a breath, pushing down his excitement. “But remember,” he said, his voice serious. “The war isn’t over.”

“Yes!”

“The Empire won’t give up easily.”

“We know!”

“Don’t forget this victory, but get ready for tomorrow’s fight. If we do that, we’ll keep winning.”

“Yes!”

“Good. Today, we remember those we lost. Give the soldiers food and drink to celebrate – but only one drink each. Anyone who gets too drunk and forgets to be careful will be punished!”

“Yes!”

“Enjoy this victory, but stay alert! When we win the whole war, I will share everything with you!”

“Loyalty!”

“Hail Logan McLaine!”

“Glory to McLaine!” A huge shout filled the tent, then grew into a roar that shook the whole castle.