Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151

Regressor of the Fallen Family Chapter 151

No!! Logan also witnessed his fathers crisis. Yet, he could not easily extricate himself from his own predicament. The swirling silver wind aura before him wasnt lenient enough to forgive rash movements fueled by overwhelming emotions. Consequently, Logan could only look on helplessly as Heinckel suffered severe injuries. The aura inflicted wounds so grave that even vomiting blood seemed insufficient to describe the severity, indicating that internal injuries were also likely extensive.

A warrior collapsing with such injuries in the thick of battle, with a Supersoul confronting him, was tantamount to death. Logans eyes nearly rolled back in fury, seeing his father barely evade the Supersouls attacks while carrying the wounded Heinckel.

I must go! But a moments distraction came at a swift cost. Dammit! A mere brush with the aura was enough to slice through plate armor and the chainmail beneath it, leaving a slight but significantly long wound on Logans side. The shock brought his mind sharply into focus.

With a heart spitting blood, Logan summoned forth the power entrenched in his beloved sword, Lux. Time Acceleration, a high-level magic he could use only once a day, was a trump card hed hoped to save for a critical moment to sever the thread of the Supersouls life. Longing for an opening in his opponent, the Stormsword, Logan finally activated the power he had conserved.

Whoosh. To himself, Logans movements didnt seem much faster than before, but to his adversary, it would undoubtedly appear as an inconceivably rapid burst of speed. A shocked expression painted the enemys visage. The golden-hued force blade, thrice accelerated, elegantly curved to avoid the winds aura, grazing the side of Wicken.

Craaack. Wickens face turned to stone with fear. Despite the bloody battle, this was the first time he had suffered a serious injury. Nonetheless, despite his success, Logans own expression was far from pleased. Dammit. I should have exploited the opportunity when I had the chance. Although he had returned his injuries manifold, he couldnt find a more significant opening. Moreover, now that Wicken had fallen for it once, he would surely prepare a countermeasure against the Time Acceleration.

There was no choice in the matter, though. Saving his fathers life took precedence over slaying the enemy. Logan vanished from that spot, ghost-like, as if in pursuit of the retreating Wicken. When he reappeared, he was amongst the tumult of incoming quarrels and magical bombs, maneuvering to secure Heinckel while evading tighly behind his father, Patrick.

Wooong. Not. Patrick, pale in the face and barely evading the Supersouls onslaught, widened his eyes when he saw his son taking a stand to confront the flame aura. Wicken Callian and Jorden Valdermaine were of a different caliber. If Logan, who had struggled against the Stormsword, were to

Can! However. Crack. With a light noise, the onslaught of flame aura split to either side, scattering. Kaboom. Patrick realized the effort his son had demonstrated before the battle, only when he saw the distinct shake of the snake-like eyes through the diminishing flame aura; evidence that Logan was surely capable of handling a Supersoul. The astonishing sight brought some peace to Patricks tumultuous heart. And more so, when he saw a quarrel penetrate through the waning red aura and sink into Duke Jordens shoulder, followed by the staggering effect of the subsequent barrage of bombs.

Seeing the ignoble retreat of Jorden, who had been famed across the kingdom as the Blaze Sword, brought Patrick a measure of relief, reminding him of the pressing necessity at hand. Heinckel! Pull yourself together! Do not lose consciousness! Do you understand?! Huh. My lord. Father?! Ignoring Logans attempts to calm him, Patrick sprinted with all his might to the safety of the castle walls.

Upon securing a relatively safe spot inside the fortifications, Patrick poured one of the few highest quality potions his territory possessed into Heinckel without reservation. Sorry, so sorry. What blame is there on you! Its my fault! Focus solely on healing your wounds! Move the Force!

The sudden absence of the lord and captain of the knights caused a fatal disruption in the McLaines forces. The Blaze Sword is retreating! Sweep them all away!! Logans booming shout beneath the walls had an even more significant impact. Jorden Valdermaines retreat meant a drastic drop in morale for the entire Second Princes army.

Indeed, the Second Princes army began to retreat bit by bit, and with that, the morale of the McLaine soared immensely. Fire! Kill them all! The sheer power of the mighty McLaine, still hale and hearty, forced significant casualties upon the Second Princes forces, exploiting the void left by the Supersoul.

Jorden has moved out of range! Dont waste arrows needlessly! Focus on intercepting the knights below the walls! Knight Commander Caisserons voice hinted at the imminent victory. In response, the First Princes army, too, began to retreat hastily, despite having suffered considerably less damage than their counterparts.

As Patrick gazed upon the scene, a bitter voice filled with resentment escaped him. All because of those unruly rabble, Heinckel has. What good is a mighty soldier, what good are numerous troops if the enemy doesnt cooperate under a guise of alliance? Witnessing the enemys lack of collaboration, the sacrifice of his friend seemed all the more grievous.