Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 453

“Move! I have to go!” Harman yelled again and again.

The people in his way might not see it, but Logan could tell Harman was trying hard not to kill anyone, even though he seemed almost crazy.

*Even now…* Logan thought, surprised. He was even more impressed by Harman.

Logan knew he couldn’t just watch. He had to do something.

[Sacred objects!]

[Destroy them!]

[King Logan!]

Logan heard voices in his mind, different from the Holy Sword. These voices, like cries from souls all around, were trying hard to reach Logan.

Logan also saw huge, shadowy figures pressing down on Harman’s soul, their forms shifting and unclear, like nightmares taking shape.

One from the Licentia hanging around his neck, and one from the fist-sized gold coin he held in his left hand, using it as a shield.

‘The Nine Gods.’

When Logan knew who they were, his eyes widened in shock.

When he first heard about soul possession from Harman, he couldn’t recognize it this vividly.

But now it was different. He could understand Harman’s situation clearly, and it made goosebumps rise all over his body.

The sight of monsters devouring a person’s soul was even more repulsive than he had imagined.

And the moment Harman couldn’t resist and was eaten….

– God has ordered you to be killed. You will become the incarnation of Jibrik Cassel.

Just as he had said, the Apostle would descend again, in the body of the strongest paladin, who had almost reached the wall of the Aura Master.

‘The god who stole Ilia’s body poured power equal to a great mage into it, didn’t he?’

If so, how much power would the Apostle, who had possessed Harman’s body, wield?

He didn’t even want to imagine it.

Fortunately, by the time his thoughts stretched that far, the paladins began to back away.

“Open the way!”

“Pursuit team……”

It was clear how Harman had been chased.

They assigned a pursuit team, even those who seemed to be top-tier knights, to an enemy who was fleeing in a straight line, almost losing his mind.

That meant the temple considered this matter that important….

‘I’ll cut it off here.’

Harman crashed into the dark forest, ancient trees snapping like twigs under his power. Shadows danced around him as he ran.

“Chase him!”

As the knights cautiously but quickly chased after him, a reaper fell upon their heads.

Slice.

The moment a red light flashed, the heads of the two men who had been closely following Harman rolled to the ground.

Clatter!

The paladins’ corpses tumbled along at the same speed they had been running.

“Aaaargh!”

The scream came from the one directly behind them, who quickly twisted his body and avoided instant death. He had barely saved his life, but his right shoulder to his sternum was deeply split open.

It was a fatal wound that could have killed him at any moment, but the attacker clicked his tongue as if he didn’t like it.

‘I made a mistake by forcibly lowering my level.’

“Intruder!”

“O-Oura!”

Logan moved even faster as he watched the knights scream, one after another, starting with one man.

“A superhuman…!”

Crack!

He cut the knight in half, going right through his shield and armor.

“It’s a superhuman!”

Slice.

He followed the knight who was retreating with overwhelming speed and simply cut off his head.

As the five paladins, who were called the pursuit team, fell dead in an instant, Stephen Royer immediately charged at Logan.

The one who seemed to be in the best condition among the three vice-commanders.

“This is a temple event! Anyone who interferes will become an enemy of the continent!”

And even in the midst of all this, he was well aware of the weapons he could use.

However.

“Reveal your identity and…!”

Wham!

“Cough!”

The red power that exploded like lightning from Logan’s sword had no mercy.

‘I’d like to cut off his breath if I could.’

If he killed the vice-commander of the Knights Templar, especially the highly respected Knight of the Holy Spirit, there was a risk that an even greater number of temple troops would follow.

So Logan was content to knock him out of the forest.

Logan raised his sword, and a wave of burning red aura exploded outwards, scorching the air and throwing dust high into the sky.

“Uwaaah!”

“Dodge, dodge!”

The thick cloud of dust that rose up obscured the paladins’ vision.

By the time the hazy world became clear again, there was no one left in front of them.

Crunch.

“Regroup and chase after him! The target is moving in a straight line anyway!”

Stephen shouted as he collapsed, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and the paladins quickly began to reorganize their ranks.

‘Who the hell is that?’

Stephen’s face was distorted.

He quickly regained his composure and began to search his memory for someone similar to the attacker. The red power looked normal, but not many people who use aura were known.

Of course, he had no way of knowing that the probability of finding the correct answer based on the red aura was close to zero.

“I am…….”

“……must go.”

Even though the fight had made it a little weaker, the holy power was still very strong around Harman.

Behind him, Logan quietly followed.

He chased after him for several hours, keeping a distance that wouldn’t alert Harman. Logan wondered if they would be caught.

During that time, Logan was constantly watching Harman, or rather, his soul.

The signposts he had seen along the way, or rather, the other Knights Templar’s outposts, were at least half a day away even at his maximum speed.

If it was Harman, who was sprinting in such a crude way, it would take at least another day.

He thought it would be better to act after understanding Harman’s condition to some extent, as problems might come up around the Knights Templar if he rashly interfered. He wondered if Harman would suddenly attack him.

However, as time passed, Logan’s face could not help but harden.

‘It’s strange.’

[Sacred objects!]

[Destroy them!]

[King Logan!]

That cry, which was only being conveyed to his soul, was still ongoing in real time.

And each time, Harman’s soul, which seemed as if it would be devoured by the souls of the two gods at any moment, was seen to react slightly.

In other words, that cry was both a means of finding himself and a way to protect his own soul.

‘He protects himself by focusing his consciousness on one goal. Well, it’s certainly possible. But….’

The question was not completely resolved.

Why couldn’t the gods seize the soul of Harman, who was merely human?

Even the level that he could vaguely sense was that of monsters that even he couldn’t handle.

‘Come to think of it, when Lord Harman first felt soul possession, he said it wasn’t that difficult to shake it off. He also said that if he hadn’t accepted it himself, he wouldn’t have been possessed in the first place.’

Considering that even he could cut out a person’s soul with the power of the Soul Blade, the situation was even more incomprehensible.

Was it because Harman’s soul was that strong?

‘No, that can’t be.’

To see a soul is, in other words, to see its level.

In that sense, Harman’s soul had enough level to reach the realm of Aura Master, but there was such a huge difference that comparison with the gods was meaningless.

The difference that felt so daunting as he repeatedly checked with his eyes.

But why?

Is dealing with the power of the soul and having the soul possessed another story?

This made Logan think about a basic question: What was happening to Harman now, and what happened to Ilia before?

‘Do the gods really need to possess other people’s souls?’

Wouldn’t it be better to just kill the soul and steal the body?

It was a somewhat extreme method, but it would be much more efficient for the gods, wouldn’t it?

Why?

Contrary to his original intention, the time Logan spent watching Harman was getting longer and longer.

The souls of the gods and the soul of Harman.

He began to carefully analyze the relationship between the soul that wanted to possess and the soul that was being possessed.

Of course, this was possible because it was based on the belief that Harman would not easily collapse.

How much more time had passed?

“I have to go… *please, someone help me*…”

Logan’s red eyes, which had been following Harman like a ghost with a blank look, flashed for a moment. Logan felt cold fear. This was worse than anything he imagined.

It wasn’t that he had found the answer to his question. Rather, it was because he had witnessed a surprising scene that he had never even imagined.

‘Huh?!’

The souls of the gods, or rather, a very small part of the power of those souls, were using Harman’s force to add strength to his body.

Such a subtle energy conversion that he would never have noticed if he hadn’t been observing for hours.

But it was a truly shocking scene. It wasn’t just adding strength to the body with force, but literally supplying alternative ‘nutrients.’

‘Is that even possible?’

Even with the power of the soul that he had fully obtained by becoming an Aura Master, let alone force, he couldn’t move his body with just that.

Force or the power of the soul was, after all, an amplification of the potential of human beings, not something to supply the energy for life to live.

Of course, it was certainly possible to maximize its efficiency.

At Logan’s current level, it was possible to control the muscles, nerves, and blood flow with force instead of consuming the body’s nutrients.

If he was determined not to use ‘energy,’ he could move like that for at least a month. That was under the premise that there were no situations that would cause extreme force consumption, such as battles or training.

Of course, that was just being consumed instead, not creating fundamental energy.

In the first place, force is a secondary energy based on the power of life. Receiving fundamental life energy has no choice but to follow the laws of nature.

But that obvious common sense was now being broken before his eyes.

‘Come to think of it, I don’t think Lord Harman would have packed food or water in that state. And he must have been constantly chased for at least a month.’

Even while continuing to fight countless battles as he had seen before, and smashing everything that blocked his path as he was doing now.

‘He’s been fiercely chased for a whole month, but he continues to maintain his condition without eating or resting?’

In fact, Harman’s strength was gradually decreasing, but even that was a miracle considering what he had been doing.

Logan tried to further draw out the power of his soul to examine the amazing transformation process. That process itself was already beyond the limits of humans, of living things.

‘Can force replace eating…?’

Can force, which comes from the power of life, create that power of life?

It was a contradiction that couldn’t be explained even by the phrase ‘putting the cart before the horse.’

But the evidence was before his eyes.

‘It’s possible.’

Logan’s eyes gradually intensified. He realized that understanding that process was the fastest shortcut to becoming a god or reaching the realm of the gods.

Then, finally, the moment he ‘understood’ a part of that secret.

“……No way!”

A fiery golden force blazed from his entire body and began to spread out. The contradiction of energy shown by the souls of the gods gave him a clue to cross the wall, a more definite clue than ever before.

However.

Logan’s words, spoken without meaning to, made Harman stop running.

“I have to go, ah……?”

Harman turned around with a blank look.

The moment those blue eyes stared straight at Logan’s red eyes.

Harman’s sword suddenly pointed at him.

[King Logan!]

[Incarnation of Jibrik?]

[Before our eyes……!]

At the same time, the three spirit waves began to intertwine chaotically, pulling Logan’s soul, which had been trying to rise endlessly, back to its place.