Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128

Regressor of the Fallen Family Chapter 128

The Wolf Banner! Its the Wolves!

The Wolves? Those of Kairon?!

Although my father gritted his teeth in anger, Logans mind was preoccupied elsewhere.

His sights, sharpened several folds, caught the glimpse of strange objects.

Each of the over four thousand enemy soldiers held a familiar item.

Moreover, contrary to common formation of this era, the enemy knights were positioned behind the infantry.

It was as if looking into a mirror.

A formation unique to the McLaine, designed entirely to maximize the power of a single weapon.

Repeating crossbows?! ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Logan was shaken by the unexpected turn of events but swiftly regained his composure.

Eventually, they were bound to encounter crossbows.

His gaze briefly shifted.

Bifrost, the ones who took numerous crossbows from the Tomodo Castle.

He had thought that if they would spread, it would start with Bifrost.

No, it was Reina Yes, from that time.

Thinking back, the Wolves had been interested in the repeating crossbows since they began selling Impo-Rick.

Logan shook off the fleeting image of the silver-haired beauty from his mind and drew the crossbow he was equipped with.

A consumable artifact, which he named the Bombard-Bow, containing the power of Liberatio in a repeating crossbow.

Logan?

Seeing him withdraw a weapon kept hidden until the right moment, Patrick raised his hand in confusion.

But Logan spoke first.

It seems that the enemy is equipped with repeating crossbows.

What?!

We must demolish them before the battle starts.

With those words, Logan signaled Heinckel and gathered around the talents who had been previously supplied with Bombard-Bows.

Including his father, Heinckel, and himself, they were only eighteen.

Among them were the best foot soldiers, including those from the crossbow cavalry, squire trainees and those who absorbed the Force exceptionally fast and were likely to become knights soon. These were the ones assigned the weapons, with instructions not to die too easily.

Logan called all twelve of these soldiers together.

Even if he kept the Bombard-Bows among the commanders, he felt that the weapons distributed to these soldiers should be expended.

It cant be helped. I must not falter here. We must overwhelm them.

It was unlikely that a counterfeit would outperform the original.

However, Logan knew they didnt have the luxury to test this theory any further.

Ill signal, and you fire the Bombard-Bows in a straight line towards the enemy.

Huh?

The enemy soldiers seem to be armed with repeating crossbows.

It was a distance that would have been difficult to confirm even for someone with exceptional eyesight.

But no one doubted Logans words.

The gathered soldiers lifted their faintly glowing blue crossbows and aimed at the frontline.

And when the enemy approached within 500 meters

Fire!

A simple command, with twenty-four blue bolts flashing across the sky as twelve soldiers released them in quick succession.

To the rest it was a range at which the enemys faces could not be seen clearly.

But the blue bolts, flying straight across the sky, struck the densely packed enemy forces with ease.

Boom!

Argh!

What the-!

Magic! Its magic!

The formation of the Wolves in the rear was thrown into utter chaos.

Boom boom boom!

Ah!

Save me!

Theres a fire!

The formation quickly fell apart.

It must have seemed to the soldiers as though lightning had struck their power from a distance where the enemy was invisible.

A gaping hole was created from just twelve Bombard-Bows, launching 120 explosive bolts.

Even as the opposing forces began their charge, Logan sent out a signal to magnify the breach several times over.

So soon?

Clayton, who had been encouraging the soldiers pulling about thirty carts at the rear of the crossbow cavalry, turned his head at the sound of the explosion.

And then he heard shouts and cries of agony.

Clayton, sir!

A flag fluttered from the command center, indicating a change in the planned operation.

Now, lads!

Yes!

At Claytons direction, he too raised ten intermediate Mana Stones, gathering mana quickly.

Then cast the arcane magic he was most familiar with.

Arise!

Thud.

The Magical Stones he flung onto the ground clumped the dirt into humanoid figures, forming fifteen 3-meter golems created by Clayton and eleven by his students.

The quickest-made yet smallest golem, measuring just 1.5 meters, began the rush towards the carts, following orders from a girl smaller than itself. The golems began picking up blue stones one by one.

400 meters to the enemys distance!

Following Claytons shout, all the golems mimicked the same motion.

Not being humans, but magically created creatures, the golems could execute precise movements at the right angles with the correct power, even with limited training.

Throw!

Thud.

The moment they exerted force, the heat-radiating stones were launched into the air by the golems monstrous strength.

Then

Boom!

A prelude to destruction echoed across the battlefield.

What the-! What is this!

Even the composed and calm Kairon Wolves lost their composure, continually screaming.