Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 412

I was just a pup when my mother died. I was so young, the world was still blurry around the edges. I could barely see shapes and colors, but I knew my mother. Then, she was gone.

It wasn’t a peaceful fading, like when old sacred beasts lose their magic and become part of the earth again. No. She was killed. Murdered.

I remember the shadows moving, the sharp smells of fear and hate. I was small and helpless, about to die too, when a ‘friend’ saved me.

“Creak.”

That friend took care of me as I clung to my mother’s body, weeping as she disappeared, as sacred beasts do when they die.

“Black Serpents. These are my enemies. And now they will be your enemies too.”

“Whimper……”

I helped my friend hunt them. Back then, I was too young, so all I could do was track them down by the scent of their souls.

My friend said that was enough, but I wasn’t satisfied. That’s why I agreed to my friend’s strange idea.

“It will be a leap of a thousand years, easily a thousand years. It might be longer. Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

“Woof woof!”

I thought I was okay with it. Back then, it was already too difficult to find the Black Serpents.

My friend was so strong that those guys hid themselves everywhere in the world.

To the point where I couldn’t even smell them.

My friend was the same, but the anger in my small, weak heart couldn’t be resolved that easily.

That’s why I chose to go into a long sleep.

However, my friend’s prediction was wrong.

“Woof?”

When I felt a faint tremor and woke up from my long sleep, all I could see around me were horrible blobs of magic. There were no humans anywhere to be seen, no one to ask for help from a sacred beast, and no one to give us magic.

Still, I waited for about a hundred sunrises and sunsets. I had no doubt that another friend my friend had mentioned would come and take me away, and that I would be able to hunt the Black Serpents once more.

But for the still young Tir, it was impossible to endure any longer without consuming the magic. In order to survive, I had no choice but to swallow the magic gift my friend had promised to someone else.

So for a while, I felt very guilty.

“I waited a long time.”

“The one who’s late is the bad one.”

I waited again, thinking of excuses like that.

Hundreds of suns rose and set in vain.

But the friend my friend spoke of never appeared.

“Did my friend deceive me?”

At first, I was furious with betrayal.

And later, I cried with loneliness.

The magic that my friend had left behind was large and powerful enough for a sacred beast to grow, but it couldn’t soothe my mental loneliness.

Then my eyes turned to the unpleasant creatures around me.

Sticky magic. Things that contained a similar kind of power to what some of those Black Serpents had.

It bothered me.

Tir, exhausted from the long wait and loneliness, hunted them down like that. Whenever I felt lonely, whenever I felt abandoned by my friend, I spent my time hunting those unpleasant things.

So many years passed that I couldn’t even count them.

At some point, I was filled with magic.

By the time I started to get confused about whether I was a sacred beast or a monster, I felt a familiar aura that I had longed for in my dreams within my territory.

“My friend has come!”

“Woof!”

I ran to it in one breath, but what appeared was just another human, infinitely weaker, who had a similar aura to my friend.

“Could this be the other friend my friend was talking about?”

It seemed so, as I watched him pore over the paper my friend had left behind.

So I followed that friend.

Recalling memories from a long time ago, hundreds, maybe even thousands of years.

When I saw a human with the scent of Black Serpent at my friend’s house, my old hate came back.

I almost exploded with anger, but I held back.

Because my new friend told me to hold back.

And from then on, the resentment that I thought I had forgotten began to resurface. Half in doubt, half in belief of my friend’s words that I would find them if I stayed with him, I joined in the humans’ fighting over land.

But now.

Black Serpents with a stronger scent than ever before appeared before my eyes.

“Kraaaah!”

The moment a three-headed wolf the size of a bull howled, a wave of dark red light swept over the castle walls.

“Aaaargh!”

“Kaaah!”

“S, save me!”

A laser breath that destroyed everything on the battlefield in an instant.

But the Black Serpents had all dodged it.

Enemies scattered to my front, back, left, and right, charging at me.

Only after recognizing their attacks did Tir realize that he had been hasty.

I was also furious. It was as if the guys who had attacked my mother in the distant past had reappeared before my eyes.

At the same time, I remembered the process of my large and powerful mother falling.

An unnecessarily large body was not needed to deal with small humans.

Screeeeech.

The huge bulk was reduced to less than half.

There was no need to reduce it further.

Even if my power came from magic rather than my body, if my body was too small, it would interfere with the output.

Just like this.

Wham!

Rumble.

Thud.

It was enough to be able to inflict damage on the enemy.

“Grrrr.”

This sense of impact.

Tir reveled in the thrill that ran down his spine.

Now I can really fight my enemies.

My eyes went wild with pleasure.

“Sacred beast confirmed.”

“Looks like a monster.”

“It doesn’t matter if it’s a sacred beast or not. Do what we planned.”

I didn’t really care that the six of them were muttering strangely.

A fierce battle with the Black Serpents.

I was just happy that I could punish my enemies directly without my friend’s help.

I was confident.

I had been catching monsters in the Demonic Forest for countless years, so I knew the score even with a single exchange of blows.

I’m stronger.

But there was something a little unexpected.

The speed and power of each of them were similar to those I had dealt with recently.

Six of them would be a bit much, but that wasn’t the case.

Whoosh.

Wham!

Slash.

The dark red swordsmanship was a bit annoying, but I could just avoid it.

I am from the Sky Wolf clan. We are sacred beasts who can control space. For me, moving short distances through space was as easy as breathing.

So they could never harm me. That’s what I thought.

But…….

Oooooong.

“Sacred beast.”

“Hunting.”

“Start.”

The dark red energy that emanated from their swords along with the strange words interfered with the use of my powers.

The energy of two of the six bound my whole body, and the energy of the other four began to pressure me.

“Grrrr.”

Wham!

“Grrrr”

The moment I staggered from the impact of being struck in the side, another memory of when my mother fell came to mind.

Power blockade.

That was how they hunted sacred beasts.

Why couldn’t I think of this sooner?

I tried to shake off the suddenly bad feeling and moved my body even faster, but I couldn’t help but be pushed back little by little.

Wham!

“Woof!”

I was annoyed.

After being hit several times, Tir forgot Logan’s instructions and decided to return to his true form. First, I had to break free from this bondage before I could do anything.

Tir felt the change starting inside him. “Transform,” a voice commanded.

“I will,” Tir thought, fighting to keep control.

“Control yourself!”

But the black knights kept attacking Tir. They didn’t even look at Viktor.

Tir hesitated, slightly bothered by this.

Scritch.

With a light slicing sound, one of the figures restraining Tir’s movements had his arm severed.

“An enemy!?”

Thud!

Suddenly, a man with blue hair and eyes of different colors appeared. He glowed with a bright grey light.

The two black knights, including the one who lost his arm, who had been binding Tir, turned towards the newly appeared enemy.

Seeing this, Tir stopped his transformation and began to drive back the enemies as he was.

‘What are these guys?’

Viktor barely managed to regain his balance, feeling bewildered by the impact that struck him head-on.

Initially, cutting off the arm of one of the figures emitting a strange energy with the first strike was a triumph.

But the reaction afterward was too strange.

It was strange. Even as Viktor cut off the black knight’s arm, the knight calmly hit him with its other arm.

It didn’t make sense that he waited until his arm was cut off if he knew, and his response was too quick to say he didn’t know. It was as if a directive to act in such a situation was engraved in his body.

The question of whether repetitive learning about situations where an arm is severed was possible briefly filled his mind, but Viktor cleared his mind as he saw the approaching dark red aura.

“Hap!”

Two figures, including the one who lost his arm, rushed towards him.

It was a rational choice.

One intermediate aura user against two intermediates.

Of course.

‘By your standards, that is.’

Viktor had been contemplating how to use his abilities most efficiently through numerous battles.

Endless regeneration. It sounded good, but it was just fast wound recovery. Having a stronger force than others of the same level due to overflowing vitality was somewhat useful, but even that was less efficient in battle compared to his friend Ronian’s seven souls or the Queen’s indomitable fortress.

In the end, he found a way to make up for the lack of firepower with his overflowing recovery ability.

“Taap!”

Craaaack.

The grey aura extending from Viktor’s sword split the 30-meter front line in a straight line.

Divine Sword Secret Art, Form 3: Earth Split.

The moment he aimed his sword again at the enemy who had been knocked back, a grey, condensed beam of light shot like lightning towards the chest of the figure who had lost his arm.

Divine Sword Secret Art, Form 2: Metal Split.

Kwaaaaang!

And towards the other figure rushing through that gap, a wave of grey aura poured out from his entire body.

Divine Sword Secret Art, Form 1: Wave Split.

The grey giant’s sword was swung once more at the enemies who had been knocked back in such a way.

With the intention of smashing both of them with a single attack.

Kwaaaaang!

This was the best attack method he had come up with.

A chain of Divine Sword Secret Arts that consumed all his power in each strike, without distributing his strength.

However, the enemies, unaware of this, could only be bewildered by the attack power that surpassed the known realm.

“Strange.”

“It is.”

A voice that was too calm compared to the blood flowing down from under the helmet.

Viktor even wondered if the figures were just pretending to be hurt.

Moreover…

Viktor frowned. ‘Why are they talking like that?’ he wondered.

As he knocked the grotesque enemies away again with Blue Calamity, the enemies who had fallen to the left and right staggered as they stood up.

“Strange.”

“Variable.”

Even so, what they said was chilling.

“You’re the only ones who can do that!”

Viktor shouted with a disgusted expression and looked at the battlefield next to him.

Fortunately, the remaining four of these bizarre figures were still attached to Tir, but the situation was completely different from before. It was distinctly felt that Tir, who had been pushed back, was now overwhelming the enemies.

‘I can do it!’

Finish quickly and go help Ronian.

Viktor began to push the figures back with all his might again.

However.

The black knights were blocking Viktor and Tir’s attacks with exquisite cooperation, as if they were communicating telepathically.

The figure fighting Tir would suddenly pop out and block Viktor’s attack, or vice versa.

It was as if the most suitable figures at that moment were popping out and continuing the offense and defense as one body.

Rather, there were times when Viktor and Tir’s movements became tangled, causing them to miss several opportunities, and Viktor could only grit his teeth.

“What the heck are these things!?”

“Grrrr.”

In the midst of the strange situation where the side that had gained the upper hand was getting annoyed, the black knights’ reactions changed at a certain moment.

“‘Our activity time is ending,’ one knight said.”

“‘We are reaching our limit,’ said another.”

“‘Use final resort,’ a third one muttered.”

Some of the figures muttered something again, and then their movements began to change rapidly.

Crack.

A figure who didn’t avoid Tir’s teeth digging into his neck.

Poof.

A figure who didn’t avoid Viktor’s blade piercing his chest.

And at that moment, the dark red aura that surged from the entire bodies of those two figures bound Viktor and Tir’s entire bodies.

“‘N-now…’ one knight gasped. ‘It is… time.'”

“‘For the Emperor… Your Majesty… Long live…’ Another knight choked out.”

Kwaaaaang!

A roar that collapsed a corner of the fortress filled the battlefield of Armor.

Rumble.

‘What is it!?’

Ronian’s gaze, already soaked in blood, turned to the source of the noise.

Fortunately, the attention of the two superhumans who had been pushing him back, exhausted as he was, also turned there.

And the fact that the source of the noise was in front of Ronian, behind them, was truly a stroke of luck.

‘Chance!’

Whoooosh.

At that moment, Ronian gathered all the remaining energy he had and put it into his sword.

The strongest strike he could do now, which he had barely mastered recently.

The orange aura contained in his beloved sword, Mane, split into seven in an instant, dyeing the front in his color.

Flash.

Divine Sword Secret Art, Form 6: Origin Split, Septuple.

“Die!”

The sunset-colored aura spewing from the sword covered the fortress.

The Empire’s superhumans, belatedly realizing their mistake, hurriedly swung their axes and swords, but the aura blades they extended were swallowed whole by the orange light that covered the space they were in.

Kwaaaaang!

A delayed explosion followed.

At the same time, someone was thrown out of the fortress.

Red eyes followed the figure falling below the fortress, limp as if he had lost consciousness.

‘He used his friend as a shield! Was it smart or just luck?’

Ronian frowned, but he didn’t have the strength to chase after him.

“Kkeueueung.”

An ominous internal injury was predicted from the tingling pain felt from the heart, but it was bearable.

A victory against two high-level aura users.

In the midst of his own bewilderment, whether one of the two was alive or dead was not that important.

He was just more curious about the explosion that had caught his attention a little while ago.

‘Tir, Viktor… Surely they weren’t defeated.’