Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139

Regressor of the Fallen Family Chapter 139

As I had already told my close associates, we expected that Bifrost would leak information and that the enemy would come seeking us because of it. However, I never imagined the timing would be so soon, nor that it would be an army of superhuman.

Damn it, does this mean theyre okay with their main base being attacked?!

Had McLaine held even the slightest affection for the Second Princes faction, he would have communicated with them right at this moment, to attack the First Princes factions castle immediately with the Storm Sword and his elite forces. The extent of damage that would ensue was difficult to imagine. No matter the size of the military forces, the value of a superhuman in battle was immeasurably greater in terms of tactical utility and morale, incomparable to a hundred regular soldiers. In short, the First Princes faction regarded McLaine far more significantly than Logan had anticipated.

Damn, even the timing is!

Just as one battle had come to an end, the scattered and unaccounted-for soldiers were ill-prepared for another engagement.

Form ranks quickly! Hurry!

Despite his incessant urging, it seemed that the enemy would pierce through their rear before even half the troops could be regrouped, especially considering the speed of their approach, particularly Wicken Callian.

As soon as groups of soldiers can assemble, begin a volley fire! Launch timing is to the sergeants discretion! Target the approaching superhumans!

The urgency in Heinckels voice quickened the troops movements somewhat. And then,

Fire!

Pa-ba-ba-bak!

The first organized squadron of crossbow cavalry, a thousand strong, aimed their crossbows at one man.

As McLaines forces gradually formed their ranks, the number of crossbows trained on the enemy continued to grow. But a relentless barrage of death rained from them, indubitably a potent attack not even a superhuman could disregard.

Any other superhuman, that is.

The Storm Sword, Wicken Callian, grinned confidently despite seeing thousands of quarrels pouring down on him. He imagined his rival caught in such a situation would have become nothing but a large target forced to stand still and defend because of his size. If he didnt receive external assistance, even he might end up hurt or in a worse state.

But Wicken Callian was different.

Whooooosh.

The wind attribute, a power beyond human limits he had acquired, temporarily created an impregnable fortress around him.

At least, when it comes to projectile weapons, its a perfect barrier.

As expected, the thousands of quarrels veered off, intercepted by the wind barrier he conjured, clashing and shaving against each other.

Seizing the opportunity, he closed the distance, reaching the enemy lines before the soldiers could release a second volley.

Lets have some fun!

The wind attribute that enveloped his body now assisted in his swift movements, and his beloved sword Transfixio began to glow bright white. His signature thrusting attacks, refined from the traits of a rapier, had been his forte since his inexperienced days and had evolved into a secret technique that could pierce through countless enemies in a straight line upon becoming a superhuman and infusing his wind attribute.

Vortex!

As he confidently prepared to release a spiraling surge of white light from Transfixio, a giant golden greatsword suddenly clashed against it.

Gwaaaaaaang!

Cough!

Logan staggered back, dazed by the shattering impact of his Earth Cleaver technique, a different sensation than anything neutralized by an equally powerful or stronger strike.

Whooooosh.

It was as if his attack had been forcibly extinguished, placing a heavy burden on his hearts Core.

Trying to regain his balance, Logan was confronted by the gleaming rapier, which was now close enough to touch his armor.

McLaine!

At the sound of the enemys voice, filled with hostility and blurred at the edge of his hearing, the tip of the adversarys blade was already at his breastplate.

Fortunately for him,

Kwaang!

Cough!

His father, spurting blood from his mouth, forced the blade away in a last-ditch effort, but the cost was severe.

At a glance, it was clear the injury was grievous, and there was no time to assist his father. A grimace crossed Logans face as he saw the enemy thrust his sword at both himself and his father as if he had doubled in capability.

Not yet!

Even as a superhuman, Logan could not allow himself to be defeated without resisting. Ignoring the incoming sword thrust, he thrust his own blade directly at the enemy.

A golden beam emitted from his sword tip, its velocity reflecting his urgent will, outpacing all and aiming directly for the enemys torso.

Paaang!

Though the ray passed just through an afterimage of the enemy, Logans countenance hardened. But the sight of his faltering father correcting his stance brought a sigh of relief, albeit briefly.

Youre even more skilled than I heard. Quite the impressive young man.

The enemy, a lanky superhuman with a cold smile, approached fast. With their shouts near, and those of Logans allies rising to meet them, a battle that could shape the fate of the house was taking shape. Logan could not afford to observe all that unfolded before him; his current adversary could take his life in an instant if he lost focus even for a moment.

Ugh!

Pushh.

Despite thinking he had dodged in time, he couldnt prevent his left shoulder from being pierced.

But to the enemys surprise, he managed to avoid another deadly thrust that came with an ever more contemptuous smile.

The illusion seemed like countless repetitions of the same motion. The thrashing, deadly point looked poised to pierce through every part of his body regardless of how he defended.

Logan tried to resist the barrage of thrusts by releasing 16 layers of golden waves from his body.

Pushush.

Ugh! Damn it!

Despite his efforts, only painful puncture wounds across both thighs, right side, and right shoulder were the consequences.

Ho-ho. You still protected your vitals despite that? Not bad Where do you think youre going!

Pwooook.

Father!

In that critical moment, as his father struck, a grievous blow was dealt to his abdomen.

Logan, amidst the dire moment, ruefully acknowledged his own hesitation to play his last card and drew upon it.

Woooooong.

A spray of white light issued from his left wrist, healing the five puncture wounds in an instant, and launched consecutive golden beams. His much-improved Iron Cutter technique, bolstered by recent enlightenment, targeted the superhuman before him repeatedly. However, satisfaction eluded him.

Jeeereng! Chang!

Bang!