Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 452

Logan thought hard. He needed to hide someone’s identity, even from the powerful Temple. Only one person could do this, even if it caused trouble. That person was him.

“I must do this,” Logan said to himself. War was coming, but he couldn’t ignore the bad feeling about the gods.

He was ready for war. Logan had finished all the war plans and was now just training. Going alone was best for Sir Harman and MacLane. Logan told himself this again and again as he hurried through the trees.

*Thud.* Logan jumped onto a thin branch. In a blink, he was far away, landing on another branch. He moved like he was floating, almost flying. He could run through the air easily now. But he chose to move through the trees, hidden from sight.

Damian’s voice came in Logan’s mind, worried and then tired. “He’s going straight to Kyle from near Aserian. Really straight! He’s not using roads or paths. Mountains? He climbs them. Rivers? He crosses them. He just goes in a line towards Kyle, destroying anything in his way.”

Damian sighed heavily. “This is not normal. Roads are there for a reason! Even for a Sword Saint, this is crazy. He smashed boats near a bridge, just to keep going. He cut down trees in forests. He knocked down soldiers – Temple soldiers, city guards – anyone in his way. It’s not like him at all.”

Logan thought, *He’s acting like he has no reason…*

“Something must be wrong with Sir Harman,” Damian finished.

Anyone who knew the Sword Saint would be worried. It was easy to follow Harman’s path, at least. Soon, Logan saw signs.

“Get ready! A heretic is coming!” voices shouted.

“Yes!”

Then, he saw them. Knights in white armor, with circles on their chests. Hundreds of Temple soldiers were there, at the edge of a dark forest. They weren’t hiding. Torches burned brightly, and they were building walls of wood, like they were staying for a long time. Temple knights in battle lines, in the middle of nowhere, was strange and scary. But Logan knew what it meant.

*This way.* The direction from Lusphelheim to Kyle crossed right here. And the knights were all looking that way, waiting for someone coming from there.

“Remember! We just need to slow him down!”

“Yes!”

“Others are coming to stop the heretic. We are the wall, they are the hammer!”

“Yes!”

“Don’t run! Dying for the gods is good!”

“Yes!”

The knight giving orders was old and important. His voice was cold. The paladins answered perfectly, like they were trained to. They were all strong knights, not just normal soldiers. It seemed all the best Temple knights were here. But Logan, who was stronger than any of them, noticed something else.

*Both the leader telling them to die, and the knights agreeing.* Logan didn’t like the Nine Gods, and this blind faith felt scary. He couldn’t just watch.

*They are building walls, this will take time.* Fighting here would just make things harder. Logan decided quickly and moved.

*Thud.* He jumped to the top of a tall tree, a branch swaying slightly. Then, Logan flew through the night towards the northwest. He moved like a shadow, staying out of the torchlight. He was even better at this movement than the person who invented it. He was like a ghost in the dark, leaving no trace.

*No need to be slow now.* Even if he knew the direction, Harman was incredibly strong. Logan was worried they might miss each other. He ran fast for hours, using all his senses. Then, he knew he didn’t need to be careful anymore.

*Boom!* Explosions in the distance. Silver light shot up. He knew that power. That soul. It was Harman.

Logan knew it was Harman. He checked himself quickly. He looked normal, thanks to Victoria’s magic item, which worked better than Victoria herself! But he needed to change his power.

*Aura must be red.* He had done this before, but it made him a little weaker. Changing his aura color forced his power, making it less natural. It was amazing he only lost a little strength. Even weaker, he was still very strong. Few could beat him. But he was worried.

*What if Harman is crazy and attacks me?* That would be hard. Logan didn’t want to hurt Harman, but Harman might attack him. He didn’t know what to do.

*I’ll have to see what happens.* If Viktor was right, and Harman was controlled by those bad people, Logan had to stop him fast. Even if he had to show his powers, even if people saw him. But if not… *Sorry, Harman, I need to watch first.* Now he could see souls, so he would know the truth. He hoped Harman would know him and they could work together. Logan flew faster towards the explosions, hoping for the best.

Then, a voice in his mind. *[King Logan!]*

“Huh?” Logan stopped.

“Stop him!” A knight with white hair and a clean face, Stefan Royer, shouted. He was famous, one of the top Paladin leaders. Everyone could see him easily. Astro Heizen, a short, strong knight, lifted a big silver shield. He was another leader.

“Hap!” Anthony Everett, thin and pale, jumped out with a shout and pushed a tall spear forward. He was another leader. They were attacking the Sword Saint, Harman, who used to be their boss.

“Wake up, Commander!” Astro said, his voice low.

*Boom!* Astro flew back, pushed by Harman’s power. Astro looked at Harman with sadness, even though he was hurt.

“Show no mercy! He is a heretic!” Stefan Royer yelled. His blue eyes were cold, not like the friend he used to be with Harman.

“Die, heretic!” Stefan ordered. Anthony, who people said would be the next Sword Saint, attacked Harman’s chest with his spear.

*Boom!* A loud crash, but nothing happened to Harman. Anthony flew back like a broken doll, shaking. He was badly hurt inside. He looked weak, not like the strong knight who shouted before. Harman pushed Anthony away and faced Astro’s shield again. Harman looked okay, but tired. It made sense. This was the Sword Saint, Harman Killerbrew, the strongest man they knew. They could fight him because of a few things. First, many paladins and priests were behind them, praying. Their holy power helped the leaders and slowed Harman down. Second, Harman had been running for days, without food or rest. He was weak. His power was only half as strong as usual. And most importantly…

“Get out of my way!” *Boom!* “I must go!” *Thud. Bang!* Harman fought off the leaders from both sides. He was like a machine, not thinking. His eyes were empty, and his hair was messy. He just kept saying the same thing.

“Get out of my way!”

“I must go!” He didn’t want to fight. Every time he blocked an attack, he moved southeast. *Bang! Slide.*

“It’s too much, Stefan!” Astro coughed, blood on his lips. Stefan just tightened his jaw. Anthony was gone, getting healed by a priest. Stefan himself was getting slower, hurt from the first fight. This had happened before.

*Do we have to let him go again?* Stefan felt betrayed. He had respected Harman so much. How could someone so strong be controlled by the Black Serpent? Because of Harman, the best knights were chasing him, not the real enemy, the Black Serpent. Stefan had tried to stop Harman quickly, but it was too hard. How could someone so tired be so strong? If they stopped to heal, Harman would get away, and others would get hurt trying to stop him. They had no choice. He just hoped Harman would be weaker next time.

*Why do the gods…* Why did they give so much power to a heretic? Stefan stopped himself from saying it. He gave a signal. Right away, the Temple knights moved fast, like they had done many times before.

“Open the path!”

“Chasing team, go after him!”

“Tell the others to get ready!” Then,

“I must go!” Harman ran southeast, free now. *Thud thud thud. Boom!* He smashed trees with his power, like always.

“Chasing team, attack!”

“Yes!” Paladins ran after him. Stefan watched, feeling bad and used to this. Then, he turned his head, and then quickly turned back, eyes wide.

“Aargh!”

“Someone’s here!”

“Aura!” Screams came from where the chasing team was. A red light flashed.