Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129

Regressor of the Fallen Family Chapter 129

As the thunderous explosions began and the soldiers started crumbling, the expression on Kairon Wolves face fell apart with them.

What, whats that? Magic?!

But the magic he knew couldnt hit the enemy spontaneously from such a long distance. It wasnt for nothing that magicians of the 4th Circle or higher, or mages with superhuman abilities, were held in higher esteem compared to knights of the same level. Without such scarce resources, the role of a magician in war was merely supportive, like the few magicians in his own territory who would cast enhancement spells at the front of the knight order before pulling back.

Scrolls, its scrolls! It seems!

Nonsense!

Even he, one of the top three richest men in the kingdom, couldnt pour out scrolls in battle like that. And above all, the range of magic from a scroll was shorter than when cast directly by a magician. The attack, whose origins they couldnt identify, caused confusion. From then on, Kairon Wolves expression twisted further, reaching its peak when the head of Nick Marcel flew off and the knight order began to fall apart.

This is madness! How can this be?!

Blood dripped from his bitten lips, but he didnt even notice. The losses they incurred in this short skirmish were equivalent to the cumulative losses of the civil war that spanned over six months. No, the damage was much greater considering just the knight order, especially since top-tier knight Nick Marcel was dead.

Retreat! Fall back!

The command erupted from him, surrounded by six of his escort knights. At his command, the waiting adjutant wildly waved the flag. Were they willing to cut down their own forces to retain loyalty and earn something greater? If such sacrifices had been recognized, the civil war would have ended long ago. Regardless of factions, high nobles protected themselves, sending only the forces of medium and smaller nobles into battle, leading to the dragging war. To Kairon Wolves, the preservation of his own power came before his factions victory.

Fire the crossbows! Stop the enemy knight order!!

The decisive weapon, which he thought would crash the enemy and earn him military exploits, could only restrain the enemy knights. Barely.

Fire!

As he shouted, the enemys repeating crossbows shot out, proving to be far superior in range and power in every aspect. In the end, he could only see his own troops crumbling hopelessly in every direction.

Better than the original? Where? Those damned

He ground his teeth, but he quickly had to reconsider. Above all, he had to preserve the remaining troops, and more importantly, his own life.

Dont chase them! Regroup!

In the center of the battlefield, Logans fathers Flameblade soared high. Logan smiled mockishly at the sight of the Wolves knight order, who had chosen to retreat quickly after breaking their front. It was both amusing and surprising how quickly Count Wolves chose retreat. Though most of the Wolves knight order survived, their gains were significant.

At least we caught a top-tier knight.

It seemed his father had also taken down two or three high-grade knights. Wolves knight order would never stand in McLaines way again. Concerns about the enemys repeating crossbows proved to be significantly weaker than the original.

Are they looking down on us?

It was incomprehensible what they were counting on.

A great victory, young lord!

Heinckels beaming face showed more than a satisfying victory.

Our casualties?

Five seriously injured in the knight order, two dead. Among the soldiers, about 100 with serious to light injuries.

Good.

This was more than just a satisfactory level; it was an incredible outcome. Was such a figure even possible in an evenly matched battle? However, Logan forcibly calmed his elated heart and looked back. The clash between the opposing forces, which had just begun, seemed to waver, not just in his own perception.

Show them more. Let them gauge how to deal with us from now on, Duke Yordan Valdermaine.

With Logans smile, McLaine, having crushed Wolves, advanced forward.

Insane

Prince Romain Von Grandia uttered an expletive in surprise, but there was no need for concern. The leadership of the Second Prince faction, including Duke Yordan, was wearing almost the same expression.

For the most part, their gaze was focused not on the battle at hand but there, further away from the battlefield. The clash that was orchestrated to verify the loyalty of those who swore to throw themselves into the fight, to check if they wouldnt betray. The apparent fierce confrontation was simply cutting down weak lesser nobles, leaving the war prolonged with no advancement. Neither the forces of the First Prince nor those of the Second Prince had sent their main powers to the frontline. Unless one side showed a particular opening, this obvious stalemate would continue lethargically.

Factions united for immediate benefits rather than genuine causes. A war where the strongest actually protected themselves and forced the weak to sacrifice. And that was the very nature of this civil war, with decently powerful allies who couldnt casually be sacrificed.

How is this possible? Has it even been an hour since they clashed?

The strength of Viscount Byeons forces has been reduced by thirty percent in an instant. At least

The eager adjutant fell silent at a nasty look from someone nearby. Even with superhumans included, comparing the Counts forces to the strength of a Dukes or Marquesss territories was a bit much. However

It seems the power of Marquis Kaihls territory is within reach.

Duke!

To Yordans assertion, the surroundings resonated in shock.

Whats the issue? That strength will soon become our power.

Youre right, Duke. If it had truly been a betrayal, we would have had quite a hard time, wouldnt we?

Duke Yordan couldnt help but laugh internally at the Princes words.

Not just a hard time, it wouldve been a fatal blow.

McLaines strength was one thing, but they hadnt been serious about the threatnone of them. Thus, this initial battle outcome washed away most of the doubts against McLaine.

The recognition of the Bifrost territory and half of the Title of Marquis Callian, and even the title of Count It shows they were confident enough to make such brazen demands.

Laughable results, but even so

The price for their insolent actions will be sought later.

The icy cold in Duke Yordan Valdermaines eyes lingered. Never in his life had he suffered a loss and just let it go.

But regardless, his orders were clear.

McLaine is about to hit the enemys rear. Send a signal. This is the real frontal confrontation.

In contrast to the noisy response of the Second Prince faction, the headquarters of the opposing faction experienced a chilling silence.

What did I just see? Are you playing a trick without me knowing? Or was Wolves even more of a rabble than I thought?

Seems like those bat guys had stronger venom than we thought.

At Prince Luthers incredulous monologue, Juan Douglas replied as if thinking aloud.

Boom!