Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 443

Duke Gustav, a leader from the Latin countries, was in charge of the Allied forces at the south gate. From far away, it looked like the south gate was strongly defended. But Logan knew it was a trick. There were no super-powered soldiers there, only magic scrolls.

“Seriously, I just can’t get used to this…”

Lawrence from Teronan, known as the ‘Iron Wall’, who was famous even in the Empire as a super-powered soldier fighting for the Alliance, shook his head as he listened to Logan’s telepathic message.

While the McLain troops were simply delighted with their lord’s ability to grasp the situation in real-time and issue instructions, the Allied forces from other countries couldn’t help but feel a sense of frustration deep down.

As long as Logan McLain is alive, the Alliance will always be controlled by McLain.

Whether he knew it or not, Gustav Clement, a powerful magic user called the ‘Archmage of the Hail’, said something silly.

“I wanted to fight the Empire’s Archmage for the title of Hail, you know.”

But that joke allowed Lawrence from Teronan to forget his worries for a moment.

“…Are you confident you can win?”

“No matter how great the Empire is, it’s still a country without a sea. Would a mage from such a place have ever seen a true hail? Hmph.”

At that boast, Lawrence looked at him with new eyes.

This super-powered soldier, who had become a citizen of Teronan after coming from Caron, was a truly terrifying enemy when faced on the sea.

He resisted to the end, giving them a headache, but the moment the King of Caron was captured, he immediately knelt and surrendered to Teronan on the condition that his life be spared.

Since then, in less than a few months, he had become a central figure in Teronan’s political circles.

‘A prodigy is a prodigy.’

His ability to make friends so easily was sometimes surprising.

“Just confirming that the legend of the Aura Master was true is enough to make my participation worthwhile. At least I’ll be able to suppress the anti-McLain faction in my country.”

Especially when he spouted nonsense and then said something that seemed to read your mind.

“Besides, they don’t seem to be planning to use us as soldiers who will just be sacrificed, unlike the McLain troops. So, shouldn’t we expect to be rewarded after the war?”

“…That’s surprising, I’ll admit. Well, I was planning to slip to the rear if they charged us at the east gate.”

He had no intention of letting the Teronan army be used as soldiers sent to die in someone else’s war, unlike the Liberty army. Of course, it would be difficult for the soldiers to ignore the orders from Logan McLain, who was known as the best swordsman on the continent, that they felt they had to obey, but he thought he could at least control the knightly forces.

But when he thought about it, another possibility suddenly occurred to him.

‘Could it be… that he knows?’

He belatedly remembered that the legend of the Aura Master included stories of reading people’s minds. And if it was a person who could transmit messages to the soul across a great distance, it didn’t seem impossible.

“…I need to clear the south gate as quickly as possible.”

“Yes?”

“To get proper post-war compensation, that is.”

The red aura that erupted from Lawrence’s body took the form of four shields and began to rotate around him.

The moment the leader’s will changed, the movement of the Kingdom Allied Forces also gained even more speed than before.

[Lonian, Viktor. The two of you take on five of the Imperial Guard. They seem to have gathered to face me, but can you do it?]

“Yes, Brother.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Thud thud.

While riding horses with the knights, Lonian and Viktor answered almost simultaneously.

A natural response, even though they knew their voices wouldn’t reach.

The two friends exchanged glances and smirked at each other.

[Their location is in the central rear of the castle walls. Four of them are the ones we saw at the Southern Fortress. But be careful of the one-eyed knight. His eye reads the opponent’s intentions. The way to deal with him is…]

Viktor smiled at his friend next to him, engraving the lord’s telepathic message clearly in his mind.

“Don’t die before me!” Viktor shouted. “Still remember you crying last time!”

Lonian laughed. “You were clinging to Brother yourself!”

“Hey, where did you hear that…!?”

“I’m going first!”

“Hey, you!”

These two were exchanging banter like comedians in a serious war situation.

Soon, the superhuman wrapped in orange aura jumped onto the castle wall in one leap and disappeared like a ray of light, followed by a gray streak of light.

The two soon caught sight of the five superhumans who were glaring at their lord, Logan McLain, with determined faces.

And before that, the one-eyed knight standing at the very front of the group caught sight of them first.

“Enemies!”

At the cry of the one-eyed knight, Jerome Dicaid, the superhumans belonging to the Imperial Guard turned their heads all at once.

“That guy is…!?”

The red-haired knight who had defeated them at the McLain Southern Fortress came into the eyes of the four superhumans.

And at that moment, Lonian and Viktor also assessed the enemies.

Three advanced and two intermediate.

Their senses were even stronger because of their special fighting skill, read the enemies’ levels at a glance.

– This is going to be a bit tough?

– Speak for yourself.

– I was worried about you?

At the end of the conversation made with eye contact, sparks flew from the eyes of the two.

Two geniuses who reached a very skilled fighters level because of a past misunderstanding that led to the death of a friend and the death of someone they loved.

The intentions of the two friends and rivals coincided at that moment.

“First!”

“Let’s hit them hard!”

Still in mid-air, before they even landed, orange and gray energy clashed together.

It looked like they were trying to attack each other, but the one-eyed knight who saw it widened his one remaining eye and shouted.

“Dodge!!!”

“What!?”

Jerome shouted urgently, but Matt Dickerson, a leader of the Imperial Guard, reacted a little too late.

A warning from Jerome, a younger soldier who used to be respected but wasn’t anymore, made Matt hesitate for a moment. A shred of pride that he himself didn’t even know he had stopped his movements for a moment.

And that decided his fate.

49 orange swords of energy and gray balls of energy hit each other, turned into hundreds of small blades of energy in an instant, destroying the area where they were standing.

Kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa.

Rumble.

Matt Dickerson was shattered without even screaming, and almost simultaneously, a corner of the castle wall collapsed.

Amidst the horrified Imperial Guard superhumans, the geniuses who had displayed an astonishing joint technique jumped in.

The target was the one-eyed knight.

– The easiest way to deal with him is to overwhelm him so that he can’t stop it even if he knows it.

The swords of the two, who remembered the words of their lord, brother, teacher, and benefactor, rushed towards the one-eyed knight as if they were one.

Jerome Dicaid’s silver aura subtly penetrated between the two.

“Not a chance!”

Soon, the red auras of the other three Imperial Guard superhumans belatedly joined the battle.

Kwaaaaang!

Rumble.

The battle was over, but it had destroyed the eastern wall of Luthspellheim. Without magic to protect it, the wall began to fall apart from the middle.

“[Now, Master.]” A voice in his mind.

“Understood, Your Majesty,” the Sword Master replied quietly. As soon as he heard the king’s thought, he moved faster, pushing through the lines of knights.

This was the plan. He was going after the Sorcerer of the Freezing Gale.

Arrows from Burdel flew towards him, but the Sword Master knocked them aside easily. Suddenly, a red lightning bolt crashed into the superhuman who was fighting the McLine knights climbing the wall. *Wham!* “Kuh?!”

Galen Dicaid defended himself perfectly with his Gale’s Onslaught magic. It showed how strong his magic was. But the lightning hit him hard. He was in the air and couldn’t stop himself from being thrown back towards the wall.

But when Galen saw his attacker used Aura, he forgot about being hit. He smiled cruelly. “Trying to get me, are you?” he hissed. “Fighting me in the air? You’re asking for death!” He attacked, rising up into the air. Blades of blue wind rushed towards his falling enemy. *‘I got him!’* Galen thought, feeling pleased. But his happiness didn’t last.

*Swoosh.* The enemy’s body, caught in the blue wind, seemed to flicker like a ghost. Then, it was gone. At the same moment, Galen felt the red aura coming closer. *Wham!* “Ugh!” He crashed into the inner wall, just before hitting the ground.

A ripple spread out from Galen’s shadow. It grew bigger, catching him as he fell. This was Flat Rerod’s magic, the Shadow Sorcerer. But then, another red lightning bolt, powerful enough to destroy anything, hit the same spot. *Wham!* Galen couldn’t defend against these attacks one after another. His eyes opened wide in fear. The black shadow threw Galen aside and took the lightning bolt itself.

“What?!” Flat appeared from the shadows nearby, coughing blood. Galen saw this and his teeth clenched in anger. He tried to use his magic. *Oooong.* But then, he felt a strange shaking, like an invisible net spreading around him. It made it hard to move and stopped his magic from working properly. The Gale’s Onslaught, which usually came to him as easily as breathing, was now hard to create. He struggled, forcing his magic to come out. “W-What is happening?!”

The old knight landed softly in front of him. Galen stared in disbelief. “Call it Gravity,” the knight said calmly. “It’s a trick I taught the King long ago. But I’ve learned to make it even better recently.”

Galen’s face twisted with anger at the knight’s calm voice. Just then, *“Hap!”* Flat’s shadow tried to attack from behind again, but it was ripped apart by the invisible net. The knight didn’t even look back at the damage he had caused.

Controlling the Sorcerer of the Freezing Gale in the air, even without standing on solid ground, completely ruling the space around them, and destroying even the most hidden shadow magic. An enemy superhuman this strong, and so old. “…Sword Master?!” Galen whispered.

“The honor is mine,” the knight replied, smiling calmly. “To face the famous Sorcerer of the Freezing Gale.”

Galen’s mind flashed back to someone he thought was dead. A man once called the greatest swordsman in the world. A monster who, even old, was still incredibly strong because of his Aura. *‘I thought he was just someone with the same title,’* Galen thought in shock. Now, he knew with cold fear that the stories of victories at the McLine Northern Fortress were true.

The knight’s footsteps came closer. Each step, using that strange magic, felt like more weight pressing down on Galen. Flat was holding his neck, his face white like someone caught in a spiderweb. They were both terrified that the pressure would crush them completely.

“Don’t make me laugh!” Galen shouted. A drop of blood fell from his nose. But he had broken free from the magic holding him. “I am the Sorcerer of the Freezing Gale! The strongest mage in the Empire!” Blue and white winds spun around him again, rushing towards the approaching knight. *Wham!* The fight between these powerful people became wild and messy across the battlefield.

Nearby, Tir, now huge like a calf, was cleverly attacking two commanders. “Krooooh!” Tir growled.

“You monster!” shouted one commander.

“Stop him!” yelled the other. These were Commander Drexler of the East and Bering, important leaders of Luthspellheim’s army. Instead of leading their soldiers, they were busy trying to defend themselves from the giant wolf.

“S-Stop him!”

“Hold on!”

*– Keep them busy, don’t let them think about anything else. Attack! –* *Sniff.* They understood each other without words, just by feeling what the other wanted. Logan smiled. Tir was doing exactly what he wanted. *‘Good enough.’* He had sent short thoughts to his allies, telling them what to do. It had only been about ten minutes since Aileen charged into the enemy lines and Tir started attacking the commanders. But in that short time, many of the Empire’s plans were ruined. Just because Logan could understand what was happening on the battlefield and read the minds of his enemies. *‘This is enough. More than enough.’* He felt even more sure of himself than after the battle on the plains. Now, Logan was ready to play his last, most important move to defeat the Empire.