Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154

Regressor of the Fallen Family Chapter 154

Long before the civil war erupted, rumors about the superhumans of the Grandia Kingdom were rampant. Perhaps it was precisely because the superhumans seldom used their powers directly on the frontline or battlefields that such rumors spread even more. Among the many rumors, there was always one that captured peoples attention the most:

So, whos the strongest among them?

Although it was said that even Aura Users have varying levels of skill, no one dared to directly ask a superhuman about their level. Among the kingdoms superhumans, there were mages, which made direct comparison even more challenging. Therefore, debates over who was the strongest raged on until about a decade ago, when it eventually settled down to nearly one consensus. It was because the superhumans themselves generally agreed with this assessment, unlike the earlier rumors that had sparked much dissatisfaction. According to this accepted ranking:

The youngest Half Giant, Luther Kaihl, and The Storm Sword, Wicken Callian, were almost on par.

Above them, The Blaze Blade, Yordan Valtomyr, and the Ice Mage, Juan Douglas, were deemed nearly impossible to differentiate in terms of superhumaniority.

At the peak was The Sword Sage, Felix Esperanza.

Those on the battlefield now could somewhat sense the veracity of these rumors.

The Grip of Frozen Disaster!

Juan Douglas, his face going red from exerting magical power, bound movements with an instantaneous and unavoidable personal binding spell.

Huaah!

Wicken Callian, wrapped in white winds, struck with a lightning-fast barrage of attacks too swift for the eye to see.

Uwah!

And facing these intimidating superhumanhumans was The Sword Sage, who swung a war hammer as big as his own body at his cornered adversary.

Boom!

The earth exploded in a ten-meter radius around the point of impact. Amidst the dust-filled air, a streak of red light flashed.

And

Keuk!

Damn it!

Are you sure you are casting your spells properly?!

Not just Wicken and Luther, who were fighting up close, but even Juan Douglas, who was about twenty meters away, sported a long gash on his body. Luther Kaihl fumed with irritation at the unbelievably severe wound, caused by just one swing of the sword.

Would you even stand a chance against me if it wasnt for this? Focus and quit getting distracted!

Juan Douglas, his hand holding the staff now cut, exuded a murderous aura. Their situation was far from grim. Judging by Juans confident assertion and The Sword Sage struggling with a pale face, the tension was palpable.

A testament to how much their adversary had fatigued. But the looks on the faces of the three superhumanhumans were filled with anxiety. They hadnt even considered the possibility of The Sword Sage holding out against their combined assault. The tide of battle was shifting against their favor, prompting unwanted changes across the battlefield. Especially Juan and Wicken, who kept glancing back worriedly towards their base.

If the three of you together cant handle it, why not call Yordan too?

The Sword Sages voice carried ease despite the visible strain on his face, influenced by the turning tide in the battle. His meaningful gaze drifted towards the distant south.

* * *

Follow me!

Break through!

Thud, thud, thud

Following intense clashes, only about 150 knights and 1,300 crossbow cavalrymen remained. For such a small number to penetrate the enemys main camp, boasting nearly 30,000 men, seemed like a foolish suicide mission.

Even without a superhuman leading the enemy, the assault formation was not advantageous for showcasing the full power of the crossbow cavalry, considering their strength in range. However, what seemed like a suicide run began to succeed due to several variables.

The first variable was the leading knight, Logan.

Taah!

With a mere extension of his sword, charging knights tumbled off their mounts, disrupting the enemy formation. Logan with his Golden Force Blade drew an elegant curve, cleaving the necks of mighty adversaries who managed to keep their horses under control amidst the chaos.

His monstrous aura went far beyond that of an elite knight. After Count Trumbels top-grade, Balton Oyle, was cut in two within three exchanges, no one dared intercept Logans path.

Logans sweep left a trail of destruction. Fallen and disarrayed knights were first subjected to a barrage of crossbow bolts and any survivors were handled by the blades or hooves of the McLaine knights.

The second variable was Logans McLaine knights.

Die!

Perish!

Clash!

Crossing blades, ones armor split open while the other lost their life.

K-k-kruck. Insane

McLaines knights dispatched their enemies with a striking zeal that belittled the threat to their own lives. Their steel-determined stance synergized with the Iron Sword, producing outcomes surpassing their own abilities.

The third variable was shocking to both the enemy and allies alike. With hammers in both hands, 30 golems, each displaying the power equivalent to knights, suddenly emerged in front of the McLaine knights following just behind Logan. Ignoring enemy attacks digging into them, they relentlessly hammered down foes. It was like offering their heart in exchange for taking limbsshamelessly brutish attacksbut entirely effective, given that these monstrous golems lacked hearts.

Boom!

While some veteran enemy knights contrived means to deal with the golems

Dammit! They have no core! Go for the legs!