Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 419

“The divine will is with us! All troops, attack!! Crush the Empire’s dogs!”

Galen Dicaid was nearest to Logan, so he reacted first to Logan’s shout.

“That’s a lie!” Galen shouted. The magic went wrong, which proves the blue light was magic. He understood what the Emperor had tried to do. Maybe something went wrong with the Emperor’s plan.

“This is His Imperial Majesty’s…!” Galen stopped, unsure what to shout. Could he say, “This is the Emperor’s magic?” But the magic had hurt *their* own army! Who would believe that? Even believing it himself was hard.

Logan smirked as he saw Galen speechless. “Keep going, Ice Magician.” Logan snapped his fingers. Galen felt a surge of rage. His teeth clenched tight.

But then, Galen noticed something was wrong. The powerful magic had pushed them back a little, maybe 50 meters. But Logan was strong. That was almost nothing to him. Why wasn’t Logan attacking? Galen and his friends were weak from the magic. They were easy targets. The answer was obvious.

“The enemy commander is exhausted! Kill him!” Galen yelled. But instead of attacking Logan, they were hit by Quorrel’s rain and a storm of red stones. The stones filled the sky, making it dark.

Wham wham wham wham!

Bang!

Boom!

KABOOM!

“Kill the Empire’s bastards!”

“Crush the Imperial Army!”

“The gods are protecting us!”

McLane’s attack rained down from the walls. Even though the central wall was destroyed, the attack felt stronger than before. Was it just his imagination?

“Aaaargh!”

“Ugh…”

“R, run away!”

The Central Army had been marching bravely, even when bombs fell. But now, they were losing their courage. They were no longer strong and proud. This was because most of their best soldiers, who were fighting at the front, had just vanished.

“Kill the commander! He’s exhausted!”

This is why no one listened when Galen shouted himself speechless.

“Damn it! Nellie! Celine! Lexi!”

“I… I can fight.”

“Y, Your Excellency, just a little more…”

“Ugh…”

Even Nellie Korda tried to sound strong, saying, “I… I can fight.” But blue veins stood out on her face. She was clearly badly hurt.

‘There’s no choice. I have to take the risk.’ Galen decided to use his magic, even though he was injured. Just then, some unexpected people answered his shout.

“Look, a knight…” one of them said.

“We acted shamefully,” the other one said.

Hayman and Jay, the warriors with silver and gold hair, had been stunned by the sudden disaster. They had watched the blue light’s huge power, and then the golden light that stopped it. Now, they seemed to wake up from a trance.

“Logan, Your Majesty,” Hayman said. “We need to talk after this battle.”

Hayman spoke, his voice now much more respectful than before.

Logan tilted his head for a moment at the sudden change in attitude, but this was not a situation to be chatting. “Can you handle it?”

“Of course.”

“Me too.”

Hayman and Jay answered Logan. Their voices were strong and sure.

Galen’s face twisted in anger.

Clang.

The battlefield was a chaos of shouts and screams. The sound of a sword being drawn was very clear, even in all the noise. This was partly because Galen was a wind magician, and wind helped him hear better. He couldn’t give up now. Too much was at stake.

‘If I back down here, there’s no turning back.’ If they lost this war, especially with the Emperor fighting, it would be a disaster. He couldn’t even think about it. So, ‘Your Majesty, you must step forward now!’

Galen looked back at the main camp. His face showed his desperation. He hoped that the Emperor would come. He and one other person knew how powerful the Emperor really was. Or, maybe now, only *he* knew?

Far away, from the main camp, a golden figure flew towards them, glowing with blue light.

‘Your Majesty!’

Galen’s face lit up with joy.

But his smile quickly turned into a frown.

Then he saw a warrior with silver light around him, right in front of him.

“Damn it!”

KABOOM!

Hayman, Jay, and Galen with the other three magicians, all started fighting at once. It became a chaotic fight.

The sounds of battle continued all around them.

Wham wham wham!

“Aaaargh!”

Bang!

“Kuaaack!”

“Die!”

Clang!

Tear!

In the middle of all this noise, no one was attacking Logan anymore. It was clear the Imperial Army had lost heart.

‘I need to end this now.’ But he was too weak to fight anymore. Galen had been right – Logan’s power was gone.

It wasn’t just that his magic power was used up. ‘My yearning power is weaker. Is it going away for good, or just for now?’ He tried to use the little magic power he had left, but it was hard. The golden light around him seemed dimmer, maybe because he felt so down.

The amazing feeling of power he had felt when he used the great magic was completely gone. He no longer felt like he could do anything. He had felt like he was becoming more than just a powerful warrior. But now, that feeling was even weaker than before.

It seemed like all of this was happening because his yearning power was weaker. Maybe that’s why Logan saw the golden figure flying towards them later than Galen did.

‘The Emperor!’

Logan’s face turned grim.

Even from far away, you could feel the power of his soul.

Logan felt a huge wave of fear. He knew right away this man was a Grand Magus, a magic user much stronger than normal mages. He was Seventh Circle, a very high level.

Logan remembered feeling very nervous when he saw this man at the Imperial Palace years ago.

This was a man who could order the most important people in the Empire around like they were servants, just by speaking.

Just his strong personality and the way he carried himself made Logan feel very stressed.

And yet…

‘A Grand Magus?’

There was a limit to how absurd things could be.

The Emperor of the strongest nation on the continent was also the strongest in terms of human force?

But the powerful magic he just used had to mean he was a Grand Magus.

The only slightly good thing was that the Emperor’s face was angry as he came closer.

‘Comfort?’

Tch.

He chuckled, finding himself ridiculous for even thinking such a thing.

This was a fight for his life.

But why did he feel no tension?

As he wondered about it himself, a welcome voice came from behind.

“Logan!”

Eileen, the owner of the voice heard from afar, quickly approached like a whirlwind. In that quick moment, he could feel his wife had become much stronger.

But the expression on his approaching wife’s face was filled with urgency rather than joy.

“The Emperor is a Grand Magus…!”

She shouted her warning as she ran, but it was too late. She stopped suddenly, her face frozen when she saw the Emperor coming.

Only then did Logan remember the important task he had asked of her, and his face hardened like stone.

If the Emperor was a Grand Magus, then he had just told his two most important friends to go on a mission that was likely to kill them.

“What about Lia and Clayton!?”

“Lia is safe, just a little tired. But…”

Logan spoke urgently before his wife could finish.

“Help them deal with the mages. I’ll take on the Emperor.”

“But…!”

“Quickly!”

Eileen paused for a moment at his shout, glanced at the approaching Emperor, and immediately joined the battle between the mages and the superhumans.

And just a few seconds later.

“You villain!!!!!!!”

The Emperor, his face twisted and bearing no trace of his dignified self from years past, appeared before Logan.

Whooooom.

Blue magic surged from his body, clad in golden armor.

The overflowing energy instantly drew the attention of everyone around him, even in the midst of the noisy battlefield.

“How, how in the world did you…!?”

His face was a mixture of anger and confusion.

Was that why he wasn’t attacking immediately?

‘If he buys me time, all the better.’

Logan felt his power slowly coming back. He pretended to smile and look calm.

“It’s been a while, Your Imperial Majesty.”

“Tell me! How did you change Extinction magic, that 8th Circle spell?! Tell me now, and I’ll let you die quickly!”

Eighth Circle? Even stronger than Seventh Circle?

He was momentarily surprised by the unexpected term, but nodded as he considered the result of that magic.

‘His soul’s caliber and magic are definitely 7th Circle. Well, he must have used some other means.’

Maybe it was because Logan looked so calm.

“Do not test my patience, Logan McLaine!!”

The Emperor roared, but his expression, as if he were gritting his teeth and suppressing his anger, was not at all frightening.

The Emperor, who seemed all-powerful, was usually scarier when he was calmly giving orders from his throne than when he was wildly throwing magic around.

His amazing personality, his endless confidence, and all the skilled people who obeyed him instantly – all of this together made him seem incredibly powerful and scary.

‘But not now.’

Now, he was just a Grand Magus throwing magic around. And he was even losing his temper.

Suddenly, Logan felt the Emperor’s shadow, which had been cast in his heart, gradually receding.

Logan chuckled without realizing it.

“With magic like that, shouldn’t you be out there winning the war? Why are you wasting time talking to me?”

Logan pretended to be calm and looked around.

Beyond the space where the two stood, screams and explosions continued to erupt.

The Emperor ignored all the fighting and screaming around them, like he was watching a movie on a magic screen.

“Hmph. It doesn’t matter how many of them there are, they are all fools. You are the most important one here, aren’t you?”

Ah, is that what he thinks?

‘How absurd.’

The Emperor’s statement that he was the Empire was certainly impressive, but he never thought he meant it sincerely.

Just as he was about to laugh in disbelief, the Emperor’s voice was heard again.

“So, tell me. Depending on how good your answer is, you will suffer more or less before you die.”

His dark eyes held anger and another kind of greed.

It seemed to be the ambition he had as a mage. To him, that was more important than the subordinates dying around him.

‘Was I ever afraid of someone like this?’

The man, who flaunted a more powerful force than anyone he had ever met, seemed only ridiculous.

Then, the moment he became aware of that feeling, Logan was startled.

Whether it was the Emperor who ruled the Empire or the Grand Magus of the 7th Circle.

It would be just as difficult to deal with either way, so why was he not afraid of the Emperor before him now?

And as he pondered that question, he realized the answer.

“Ah…!”

The Emperor’s soul, the size of its vessel.

‘I see it. Completely.’

It was not simply the ability to manipulate the power of the soul.

Seeing and reading the soul was only possible for beings equal to or below oneself.

Which meant…

‘That I am no less than him.’

Logan had felt weak because his power was low and his ‘Aspiration’ was weaker. He thought his spirit had become weaker, but that was wrong.

Actually, it was because he had reached a new level of power, beyond ‘Aura Master.’ Seeing this new level when he used the ‘Nine Forms of the Divine Sword’ made him *feel* weaker, even though he was stronger than before.

A faint smile appeared on Logan’s face as he finally realized this.

And at that smile, the Emperor’s face twisted even more.

“You smile? Huh…”

Blue magic surged from the Emperor’s enraged body, dyeing the surrounding space with his unique color.

“Very well. It cannot be helped if the information is damaged. I will extract your soul and see for myself. Foolish one.”

The Emperor created a powerful area of magic, like the ‘Sword Domain’ the ‘Sword Soul’ had shown him, but even stronger. It was like a red space of power.

Everything inside that magic area was completely under the Emperor’s control.

Maybe the ‘Sword Soul’ was trying to copy this magic power of the Emperor, but only using a sword.

“Be crushed.”

The moment the Emperor’s hand, clad in a golden gauntlet, clenched.

The space itself compressed, threatening to crush Logan’s body.

Or rather, that was what should have happened.

If it weren’t for the golden aura shining through the gaps.