Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148

Regressor of the Fallen Family Chapter 148

Tymon, a soldier in the Douglas Duchy, considered himself to be a man of strong misfortune. He had survived alone when a plague struck his village, claiming the lives of all his siblings, and had also been the sole survivor when the caravan he was working for was annihilated by bandits. Even when he became a soldier during the civil war, he found himself among the few troops left behind to guard the rear estates.

Given his life experiences, it was only natural for him to believe that he was plagued by bad luck. Recent events seemed to follow the same unfortunate pattern. When he was transferred to the frontlines due to a shortage of soldiers, he thought his world was collapsingonly for the announcement to come that the war was on hold and they were being sent to occupy some remote village instead. Ignoring the cynical comments that it was just a small war within a larger conflict that was merely postponed, Tymon and most soldiers preferred to engage in a battle where victory was certain over an imminent death in uncertain warfare.

If by some chance he could distinguish himself in this easier war, perhaps he could be reassigned to the rear in the upcoming battles. With such thoughts, Tymon bravely charged forward behind the knights. But the outcome of the battle was nothing like he expected.

With a sharp swoosh, as if the sky was being painted black, screams echoed.

Aaargh!

His advancing companions tumbled down in heaps.

As mighty knights pushed forward, deflecting volleys of arrows, a fiery explosion erupted nearby, painting several meters around it in a fierce red glow.

Argh!

Tymon couldnt peel his eyes away from the knight in front of him, now rolling on the ground, engulfed in flames.

This This isnt what I was told!

The scene before him was more horrific than any war he had heard of, with his own forces collapsing around him.

E-easy they said! An easy war this was supposed to be, damn it all!

Before he could fully voice his frustration, he fell just as easily as the others, Tymons lifeless body pierced by arrows, another victim of his bad luck.

What in the world is going on?! shouted Yordan Valdermaine, observing from behind the advancing allied forces, his expression contorted with disbelief. Facing the onslaught of bolts and arrows, he could estimate from the barrage that they were outnumbered by at least seven or eight thousand soldiers.

As he came to this realization, he saw the Princes army also being bombarded. Even though they were essentially rivals, the cries of their soldiers grated on his ears.

Its much worse. There must be more than ten thousand. What is happening here?

Though disconcerted, withdrawing the troops at this time wasnt an option.

Luther! Break their lines! We need to see the faces of these hidden cowards!

Understood, responded the giant superhuman as he began to move.

Another superhuman, wrapped in a white wind, charged towards the citadel from the south. The sight of them approaching terrified the enemy knights despite their rain of quarrels and Liberatio.

Here they come!!

But Logan, close by the ramparts, sensed an unusual surge in energy, and darted towards it, his movements swift as lightning. In response, the golden edge of his Force Blade elongated into the emptiness before him.

Boom!

An intense soundwave and a blast of cold whiteness spread across the ramparts, frosting them over.

Its freezing!

What is this?!

Fall back! Its magic!

While some soldiers retreated in shock, Logan turned his gaze toward a point over a kilometer away. Had he not countered that magic attack, dozens would have perished.

From that distance Curse these mages.

With another powerful surge of mana, Logan was forced back into action. Then, a call pierced through.

young lord Logan!

He looked back to see a bright white beam shooting upwards from the southern citadels walls.

Damn it!

The moment he saw it, Logan abandoned any further attempt to ward off Juan Douglas magic.

No mage can keep casting such spells without preparation.

Trusting in this belief, Logan mustered all his might and swung his sword at the other superhuman emerging within the snowy whirlwind.

Boom!

Wicken Callian, confronted with the golden Force Blade, could not hide a cold smile. This was his opportunity to pay back for the humiliation dealt him a month ago.

I shall kill you!

He struck at the Force Blade with all his might, but his satisfying blow only pushed his foe back and failed to cause the severe injury he expected.

Huh?

His full-powered strike should have been overwhelming, yet the enemy remained unfazeda perplexing outcome.

Die!

Still, Wicken attacked again, refusing to be deterred by a lingering belief that it had to be an artifact at play. A concentrated white aura amplified his swing.

Boom!

However, once more, the blades impact only repelled the enemy without conveying the desired pain onto Logans face. Instead, only a slight pallornothing more.

Not an artifact? How is this possible?