Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120

Regressor of the Fallen Family Chapter 120

Kwaaaaang!

An explosive sound awakened the tranquil night of the full moon.

The eyes of the masked assailant widened in surprise as a wave of force pushed at him.

In that moment, Logan, who had closed the distance in an instant, spoke.

Thrilling, isnt it?

The golden blade in his smiling face swung with enough power to split the world in two.

Bang!

The masked assailant staggered backward in confusion.

How could this?!

Despite having used Force Blade, he was shocked to be overpowered in sword force.

He let his guard down after ambushing.

Logan inwardly smiled at the irony, though his sword did not stop its advance.

If the opponent was complacent, it was his duty to exploit it.

A condensed golden light was just about to shoot from the tip of Logans blade when he felt a chilling killing intent from behind and instinctively rolled forward, abandoning his strike.

Fwoooosh!

Another Force Blade sliced through the air, close behind where Logan had just been.

Two of them?!

He hadnt sensed the second assailant until the moment before the attack.

Logans expression hardened.

A top-ranking knight resorts to ambush tactics with masks? Wheres their pride?

He tried to provoke a response, but only swords lashed at him from both sides. No words spoken.

Moreover, screams began to echo from inside the mansion.

The masked assailants finally spoke upon seeing Logans stern face.

This is the price for defying him.

Just die quietly.

However, those words only made Logans lips curl into a sly smile.

* * *

I swear, Ive got night duty for three straight days; could there be a bit of flexibility Ow! Okay, okay, I get it! Im heading out now!

Jansen, a McLaine soldier who got hit for trying to shirk duty, grumbled as he walked through the mansions corridor.

Thats because you swapped shifts with Leo on your day off. You brought this upon yourself. Now shut up and patrol properly.

Hansen, a senior soldier, chided Jansen, who kept looking nervously behind as if he was wary of the knight following them.

Tonight, of all nights, their companion in patrol duty was the knight Digrom, notoriously known for sticking strictly to principles and rules.

Didnt he just earn the title of Waterside Knight? Shouldnt he be in a good mood once, take some time off? Seriously, why did the Duke suddenly assign us this task.

Jansen was somewhat displeased with the excessive security that started right after the brief war and the capture of Bifrosttdeploying three squads of knights (18 men) and a hundred soldiers every day just to guard a mansion where only the lords family and servants resided at night.

Those folks are mighty strong on their own. I should be the one needing protection, really.

He couldnt voice his complaints aloud, so he let out a deep sigh and turned his head to look outside the window.

Swoosh.

He thought he saw something odd.

Jansen, instantly alert, raised his right hand above his head, making a fist.

It meant Stop. Situation abnormal.

Drowsy soldiers snapped to attention and hurriedly took out their crossbows.

Crrrrk.

Machinery clicked as the weapons, more familiar than spears to the regular McLaine soldiers, were loaded in unison.

Then, suddenly:

Up!

Knight Digrom barked a short command and swung his sword into the air.

Kwaaaaang!

Finally, a black-masked figure was revealed, being struck upwards, visible now to all the soldiers.

Fire!

On Hansens order, Jansen aimed at the figure with precision and fired the crossbow.

Click.

Two bolts rapidly shot out almost simultaneously.

Papapapak.

A familiar sound of arrows cutting through air.

Jansen couldnt fully track their motion, but he counted at least ten bolts including those of his comrades.

The masked figure, slightly staggering from collision, deflected the short arrows in rapid succession.

Chang, chang, chaaang!

Is that even human?

The scene was one hed occasionally witnessed on the battlefield; this Force user seemed otherworldly compared to regular people.

As the masked figure deflected the arrows, a moment of distortion appeared.

Ugh!

Two bolts pierced the assailants left arm and right thigh.

Huh?

Even seeing with his own eyes, Jansen was befuddled.

Fire again!

Before he could think, Digroms instruction prompted another pull of the trigger.

The semi-automatic crossbow, reloaded by reflex, spit out two more bolts.

But Jansen knew this attempt would failthe only person who had shot was him. Merely two bolts.

He imagined the monster deflecting the bolts and charging at him.

But,

Chang!

Thud.

Perhaps due to extreme tension, he vaguely saw the figure deflect one bolt and then get struck in the thigh by another.

In that instant, Knight Digrom sped by his side.

Kwaaaaang!

A clash between monsters, but the wounded fell swiftly.

Well done.

Having dispatched the enemy, Digrom returned, lifting his blood-splattered visor and patting Jansen on the shoulder.

I, I just fired because you told me to

That was good. You did the right thing.

Huh?

The corridor. In this short distance, even a Force user cant block everything. Theyre not armored, so even a high-level one would die, right?