Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 454

‘Huh?’ Logan felt Harman’s energy. Harman was using his sword in a strange way. Logan knew the gods were now in control. They had been trying to take over Harman’s soul, but now they were angry at Logan.

Maybe the gods followed Harman’s wishes before because they were busy trying to take his soul.

‘But I can’t fight here,’ Logan thought.

*Thud.*

Then, Logan sent his energy out: [I destroyed Zibrick’s soul! Don’t you gods even know that?]

Logan sent his energy, full of strong determination, to Harman and the gods inside him. It was completely honest, with no lies at all. But the gods did not want to talk.

[That’s silly. Zibrick is a soul that lives forever and has god-like power.]

[Your wish might change the world now, but it can’t hurt god-like power.]

*Flash!* Light burst from Harman’s sword, filling the area. Inside this bright light, a golden beam shot out, pushing through waves of silver energy.

*Crackling sounds!* A part of the forest turned to dust in a moment and blew away. It was destroyed so completely, there was no dust left behind.

Logan, protected by a shield of brilliant golden light within the fading destructive light, slowly stepped forward.

[I destroyed Zibrick Cassel’s special object and broke his soul completely. You must know I am telling the truth!]

Logan kept sending his energy towards them. The golden light in Logan’s red eyes showed he was using all his soul power.

It was a message from his soul, not just words. The truth in his soul should be clear. Logan wanted to show he would keep talking no matter what. But seeing this only made the gods angrier.

[Zibrick must have run away! He was weak and didn’t understand the power of wishes.]

[We are not like him.]

‘Yes… that’s right,’ Logan thought. The gods’ energy showed him what he already guessed. But the problem was, he didn’t see an easy way to fix this.

*Flash!* *BOOM!* Another blinding streak of light shot out, swallowing everything around them.

‘Oh no,’ Logan thought. This light was like the powerful magic that almost destroyed Kyle Castle before. It was much stronger now, enough power to completely destroy a person.

If it was this strong now, what would happen if the gods took over Harman completely? The power was so great, even Logan felt worried.

But even with that power, the situation wasn’t all bad, Logan realized.

*Buzzing sound! Crackling sounds.* The light split apart, going left and right, stopped by Logan’s sword. He had pushed his golden Aura Blade forward. Only the forest around them was destroyed.

Logan’s complexion flushed slightly.

‘…It works.’

He wasn’t using the same technique as before, the one that used up his wish power. He didn’t need to change time or anything like that. He was just blocking the gods’ power with his own power, making them equal.

He realized something he had started to believe was true. Now, it was definitely happening.

‘I can do this too,’ he thought. He was learning how to make his soul stronger by using wish power. He had understood this when he felt like a master fighter on the battlefield.

And by watching how the gods used energy in a strange way, without meaning to show him, he had suddenly become almost as strong as an Aura Master.

He felt like he had become one level stronger than before.

‘No, maybe even more than that…’

So, instead of trying to talk to them while they attacked, Logan focused even harder, especially on his eyes. The way the gods were attacking through Harman’s body was so strange, it was almost unbelievable.

‘It’s like they are using magic, but with Force…’ he thought.

They had swords, but it wasn’t like sword fighting anymore. They were just using Harman’s power and body to attack in their own strange way.

This attack was much stronger and more advanced than anything even the Emperor could do. It was like a very powerful magic spell.

‘I can’t believe this is possible…’ he thought. This was an amazing skill, different from how energy was used to turn Force into life power before.

Logan tried to focus even harder and watch closely. He wanted to learn the skills of these gods, souls who were far beyond even demigods from long ago. Skills that no one in this world knew.

‘If I can just grasp this perfectly…’

All wishes can be fulfilled.

He couldn’t help but become greedy.

Oooooong.

Ssssassassa.

The increasingly rapid attacks eventually became nothing more than a pure white light of destruction, covering all directions without any gaps. Just enduring and dividing it was enough to make it feel as if the soul would fall apart, the pressure constantly adding weight and crushing the entire body.

As he kept defending, Logan’s defense became stronger and stronger. It was like his new level was becoming solid. He was getting stronger just by withstanding the attacks.

This made the gods angry.

[Maybe… is there a reason Zibrick chose him to be his special person?]

Hmm?

Logan felt something strange in the gods’ energy for a second. This made Logan think again, after being so focused on fighting.

But before he could understand what that strange feeling was, everything changed quickly.

[…Even if we break this body, we have to defeat him now.]

[Not so easy just because he’s not your follower…]

[Stop being greedy, Aria, and deal with this!]

[…Okay. It’s too bad, but we have to.]

The gods agreed in a flash.

Then, suddenly: [VANISH!!!]

A thunderous roar seemed to strike the soul, and the gods’ souls were felt expanding within Harman’s body in an instant.

Before, it felt like a giant was carefully squeezing himself into a small room. Now, it was like the gods’ souls were suddenly growing bigger and bigger inside Harman, not caring if they broke his body.

‘What……!?’

Only at that moment did Logan feel a sense of crisis again.

‘Oh no!’ Logan cursed. He had been too happy about getting stronger. He had forgotten the danger for a moment, too busy watching the gods.

He had felt like he could do anything, because he had become so much stronger. He had forgotten what was most important, lost in that feeling of joy.

‘What a foolish thing to do…….’

It was like taking an untimely break in front of a powerful enemy.

‘Since when have I only been successful?’

He couldn’t help but curse himself.

Danger was all around. Two strong enemies were too much for me. I used my trait as fast as I could, but it wasn’t enough to stop them.

I felt their power crash against me. It was like being hit by a mountain. Even using my trait to speed up time, I knew I was much too weak to beat them.

Even if I used my trait to escape, I knew I couldn’t fight either of them. They were both too strong.

Just as I felt despair, I heard a familiar voice in the bright white light.

“[Logan… Your Majesty!]”

Blond hair, blue eyes, a kind face like a friendly neighbor.

It was Sir Harman! But he was like a ghost, appearing from the bright white light. He was once the strongest knight, known across the land.

“[Sir Harman?]” I asked.

“[I’m sorry, Your Majesty. I didn’t want this to happen, but there’s no time to explain!]”

“[Huh?]”

Harman’s ghost flickered, like a candle about to go out.

“[I can give you one chance, just one. You must take it!]”

“[What chance?]” I started to ask.

Harman smiled sadly.

“[Lady Ilia did it too, before me. So I will as well… ]”

Then, Harman’s ghost was gone. Suddenly, everything changed.

*Flash!* The white light vanished, and I could see the forest again. But then, blinding light exploded from Harman’s sword. It was so bright I had to shield my eyes.

When I could see again, Harman looked old, his face full of wrinkles, his blond hair now white. He was using all his power.

A huge wave of energy rushed towards me, so strong I couldn’t move. But then… Harman’s hand, the one holding the sword, turned to dust and broke apart.

“[Foolish!]” one god roared.

“[Idiot!]” yelled the other.

Their attack, a wave of pure destruction, suddenly changed direction, shooting straight up into the sky with a deafening *ZZZZZZING!* and *KWAKWAKWAKWA!*

Logan’s face was set with determination. He pulled out his ordinary sword, and then, with a surge of power, the golden giant’s sword appeared around it.

Using his trait to push his soul to its limit, he gathered all his strength, just in time to face the gods’ attack.

Even with time slowed down by my trait, I reached out to Harman’s fading soul.

“[Sir Harman!]” I cried.

“[End it,]” Harman whispered, “[It’s not how I wanted it to be, but…]”

I saw his aged face, a sad smile on his lips. Had the gods’ power finally left him?

“[…If I have one regret,]” he said, his voice weak.

“[Please, destroy all the gods’ relics. Stop them from needing more sacrifices like this. Please, I beg you.]”

His words echoed the cries I had made myself, when I was desperate and lost. Now, I understood.

My jaw tight, I nodded, tears in my eyes. I raised the golden sword high.

*Flash!* *KWAKWAKWAKWA!* The sword cut through the gods’ light and came down, not *on* Harman, but *around* him, releasing him from the power that held him.

The light exploded upwards, leaving a huge bright streak in the sky. Harman’s body fell to the ground with a soft *thud*.

Logan, exhausted, fell beside him, his face pale and thin. He smiled sadly.

He had done it – he had broken the link between the gods, the relics, and Harman. He hadn’t destroyed Harman’s body, but he hadn’t saved his soul either. Harman’s soul was fading, just like Saintess Ilia’s had.

“Damn it…” Logan whispered.

But then, he heard a faint voice in his mind.

“[How… Your Majesty… what have you done… ?]”

“Hmm?” Logan mumbled, confused.

“[This… take me to the Saintess! Quickly!]”

Logan’s eyes widened. Another message from Harman’s fading soul! He had to understand.

Hours later, far away, the paladins who had been following Harman were confused. They had lost him in the forest, and then…

Hours had passed since a sudden, strange force had stopped the paladins from chasing Harman. From the direction Harman had gone, the priests saw a huge burst of holy power shoot into the sky.

It was a wave of energy that all priests could feel deep in their souls. They stopped and prayed, filled with awe.

Many hours later, they finally reached the place. “God’s power was here!” one old priest cried, falling to his knees. “This is holy ground!” shouted another. “Worship!”

The priests bowed low, some weeping, feeling the last echoes of divine power in the air. They followed strange marks on the ground, bowing every few steps.

But when they reached the center, the forest was gone, just empty land. And Harman was nowhere to be seen.

This amazing event changed how the temple thought about Harman. “He must be a true messenger of God,” said some, priests who had never wanted to believe he was a traitor.

But Stefan and others who followed the temple’s orders were angry. “He is still a traitor!” Stefan yelled. “Don’t forget his crimes!”

“But look at this place!” an old priest argued, pointing. “This is a holy place, a sanctuary!” They could not deny the signs.

On the bare earth were nine perfect circles, one inside the other, burned into the ground where the power had exploded. Even now, the air around the circles seemed to tremble with energy.

“The Pope is not dead, just missing!” another priest said. “Maybe Harman and the Pope’s disappearance are not connected!”

Many people, especially the oldest, most religious priests, started to believe Harman was a holy figure, not a criminal.

Even those who hated Harman had to agree on one thing: “We must find him now!” “Find Harman at any cost!” “Use all the temple’s power to find him!”

And so, one of the most powerful groups in the world made a mistake, based on wrong ideas. They were searching for a holy messenger when maybe they should have been looking for something else entirely.