Regressor of the Fallen Family Chapter 140
Captain!
A desperate voice called out from behind, but before he could fully grasp its urgency, Heinckel was already barreling toward his lord.
As the leader of the knights, it was behavior that could be deemed disqualifying, and it was a foolish act to jump into a battlefield dominated by high-level fighters with his clear insufficiency.
The person he wanted to save had already suffered severe injuries, and his charge might even disrupt his own allies.
If his mind had been clear, he might have cursed his own pathetic actions.
But at that moment, he was blind to everything but his goal.
My lord!!
His beloved steed, empowered by the Force, was accelerating to a speed even he had never before experienced.
The bomb bow, intended to be used only in the direst of circumstances for self-defense, rapidly emptied its magazine, firing ten arrows in quick succession and creating a storm-like force directed at the enemy superhuman.
If he could divert the superhumans attention to himself for even a moment, the young lord would be able to save their lord.
This was followed by illogical hope and ridiculous actions.
However, perhaps the heavens acknowledged his desperation, as arrows glowing red from two completely different angles flew toward the enemy in quick succession.
What?!
He was startled to see thirty bomb arrows miraculously collide at the same point and consecutively explode with a force that even the superhuman couldnt ignore.
Now!
That small miracle provided an elderly knight with just enough of a gap to save his lord.
Crack.
Eileen finally let out a sigh of relief when he saw that the superhuman, who had been overwhelmingly pressing Logan to the edge of death, was now distracted fighting another enemy from behind.
She then crushed the emptied bomb bow under her foot, ensuring it couldnt be captured and analyzed by the enemy.
Only then did Eileen turn his gaze to the one who had fired the bomb arrows at the same time as her but from a different direction.
Good timing.
Its nothing.
What an uninteresting fellow.
A younger man with unique red and blue eyes, a real prodigy who reached intermediate-grade Force user status in just a few years despite his young age, and for some reason, he had been giving Eileen attitude since he joined the knight squadrons training.
Ill have to talk to him about that someday.
But now was not the time for such things.
Both of you! Cover me for a moment!
Clayton shouted urgently as he raised an unfamiliar staff, emitting a gigantic and strange energy.
In that moment, Eileen and Victors attention was drawn to him, and the atmosphere of the battlefield began to change.
* * *
Immediately after spotting the Callian army.
Use it, Clayton!
What?!
Clayton caught the object Logan threw to him in confusion.
An artifact that once allowed Roger Bifrost to perform magic far beyond his own abilities.
Even the mana it radiated was at least a 5th Class.
Under normal circumstances, it wasnt something to accept so readily, but the situation was different now.
Logan had started an unplanned collision course with a superhuman.
Master! The young lord is!
I see it!
At Victorias scream-like shout, Clayton hastily drew up his mana, and the staff amplified that power with a vigorous vibration.
And at that moment, Clayton realized how Roger Bifrost had been able to cast such tremendously powerful magic.
What? Is this possible..?!
The effects of spell acceleration, mana amplification, and mana efficiency improvement inscribed on the staff were successively applied, raising Claytons magic to incomparable levels.
It might be possible?
For an Earth circle magician, it felt like he could now use that magic, which would serve as a pathway toward the superhuman.
No, its definitely possible!
With a clearer mind than ever, he perfectly controlled the overflowing mana.
As a result, Clayton was just able to hit the perfect timing.
Gravity Control!!
The 6th circle magic was cast as ideally planned in his mind.
Although it was partly enabled by the power of the artifact
Someday
It was a primary reason why magicians greatly preferred staff artifacts of equal or higher capacity.
Clayton smiled with hope as he felt the power of the artifact, and the result was clearly reflected on the battlefield.
Wicken Callian had to swallow a groan as a heavy mass suddenly pressured his entire body, feeling as if his body weight had multiplied by dozens or hundreds.
The heaviness would have crushed any ordinary person or even a knight of moderate skill, spewing blood.
That weight disrupted his balance, sending him crashing.
Boom!
As the upstart plummeted, aiming a finishing blow that ridiculously missed its mark.
Crash!
Damn!
The noise of the hard landing followed, and even the superhuman staggered under the shock.
Thump.
As the young opponent, his lips soaked red with his own blood, stumbled, Wicken felt a strange lightness compared to his own weightiness.
That disparity confirmed his suspicions about the current situation.
Magic!
Certainly, a sophisticated spell that was hard to notice even for him.
Going against the invisible force was in vain, as it stubbornly refused to disappear.
Damn it.
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