Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155

“Damn it…!”

The knight standing next to platinum-haired youth, First Prince Rohiter von Grandia of the Grandia family, was the first to move. Despite his youthful appearance, the brilliant red Force Blade suggested he was one of the secret forces concealed by the Second Prince’s faction. However, in the current situation, he did not hold enough power to be a variable.

“Smash it to pieces!”

At Logan’s impassive command, the red stones held by the nearby knights poured into the cracked void of the air, like hail.

BOOOOM!

Dozens of rarely used magic bombs detonated simultaneously with a massive blast, as they broke through the enemy’s main encampment. Though not intentionally, the barrier that had begun to fade consumed the shockwaves that should have spread in all directions. Inside, the shockwaves were reflected, inadvertently amplifying the bombs’ destructive force.

When the transparent barrier finally disappeared and the devastated camp came into view, Logan was able to face the First Prince, who had survived with only minor burns among the charred corpses. Likely, he had been shielded by the heartfelt protection of other knights and mages, but in these circumstances, it was meaningless.

“You have quite the tenacious life.”

“How dare… You bastard! Get lost!”

While tempted to taunt that ridiculous retort, Logan noticed the enemy troops encircling them were about to move.

SNAP.

Without wanting to drag out the time, Logan cut the First Prince’s throat in a single strike. The prince’s head rolled pathetically on the ground. Lifting it on the tip of his sword, Logan announced loudly, “I have cut off Rohiter von Grandia’s head!” No further explanation was needed. By taking out the figure meant to be king after the civil war, the First Prince’s army would plunge into panic just from that proclamation.

However…

“Catch him and you’ll be rewarded! Whoever brings me the head of McLaine, the House of Douglas, upon its honor, will be rewarded with 100 million gold!” Suddenly, a voice filled with rage echoed across the entire battlefield, casting a moment of silence over the warzone—a tangible, astronomical bounty.

“What moronic blabber,” Logan scoffed, clicking his tongue. Anyone with a minimum of sense could see the flaw in that argument. It was uncertain if the House of Douglas, responsible for the civil war, would even exist after the war’s end, let alone have the capability to deliver such a reward. Even in the best case, would the duke actually be willing to part with such wealth?

From any perspective, the furious proclamation from Juan Douglas was nothing but a desperate outcry. But only a minority on this mad battlefield could retain the calmness and composure to think that way.

“AAAAAH!”

“Attack!”

“It’s the redhead! It’s him!”

To the soldiers of the First Prince’s army, it seemed like a life-changing treasure had appeared before them. To the uneducated majority, the House of Douglas was as an eternal symbol of power just like the royal family, one that could never be brought down.

Realizing their misunderstanding, Logan sighed in frustration. ‘I thought this was going too smoothly.’ Recently, he had begun to doubt his own intelligence more frequently than he’d have liked.

It was fortunate, though, that he could see the Militia, armed with repeating crossbows from the Aegis Fortress, streaming out through the city gates. Thanks to the efforts of the Esperanza Order and their own faction’s elites regrouping, Logan could make a decision more easily now. Regardless of the complications,

“We will hit the Second Prince’s army! Signal with the flags! Focus the fortress’s forces on the Second Prince’s troops!” If the Second Prince fell, the war would end.

“But, my lord, the First Prince’s army is surrounding us…”

“We’ll break through with our own strength! Crossbow cavalry unite and guard all sides! Shoot down anyone who approaches and the knights will clear a path following me!”

“Yes!”

It was a somewhat reckless decision that invited the possibility of great sacrifices. Nonetheless, if successful, it could end everything.

“Logan, Yordan will be by the Second Prince’s side. He still hasn’t made a move.”

“We’ll make it work somehow.”

‘I’m prepared to risk any danger.’

Perhaps even he was intoxicated by the battlefield’s madness, Logan marched forward without hesitation. But the situation was different from when they advanced toward the First Prince’s base.

CRACK.

“AAAH!”

“Damn monster!”

“Die!”

A golden greatsword slashed horizontally across the ground, instantly producing dozens of corpses. Amidst the overwhelming force, the enemy soldiers behind them rushed towards Logan undeterred.

To the front, soldiers and knights of the Baron’s faction pressed on relentlessly, and behind them, the knights of the Valdermaine Order mercilessly cut down anyone who fell behind—an overwhelming force, the largest knight order of the kingdom, clashing with the highest—the Esperanza—and now more than half had been redeployed from Aegis Fortress to block the path of Logan and McLaine’s elite.

And even then, they apprehensively resorted to the vilest methods.

Even as Logan, who had been cleaving through the enemy’s front lines, started to slow down, the McLaine knights behind him began to struggle.

Logan eventually resorted to his last stratagem.

“Grant permission to use the Liberatio! Clear the path at all costs!”

The order dropped—permission, no, a command to use the magic bombs that each knight had only a few of, which they had saved for the very last resort.

“URGH!”

As he slayed an enemy, McLaine knight Roselio felt the penetrating blade of an enemy sword in his chest.

‘Too many of them… Damn.’

Luckily, as he still found himself able to think, it seemed his heart had narrowly escaped; however, the wound was critical, one that could not be sustained in battle. Moreover, the real issue lay elsewhere: the magic bombs within the silver armor with the flame emblem, which had begun to heat up from the impact.

Unlike his comrades, who had picked just a few Liberatios for easier mobility, he carried more than ten.

If they detonated in this situation…

‘All my comrades will die.’

“You shouldn’t be greedy with these bombs or you’ll end up stabbed before you even use one.”

“If you get hit in the chest first, isn’t that the end? If we take that kind of hit, the armor’s pressure will set off a chain explosion. Ah, Rosé, if that’s the case, just grab an enemy and blow yourself up with them, don’t take us with you.”

The cruel jokes of his longtime friends and comrades flashed one after another in his mind.

‘Damn it… Leo, you bastard. I told you to watch your tongue, didn’t I?’

“Rosé!”

He detested the nickname ‘Rose’ on a regular day, but now it sounded even more irritating with the unmistakable worry hidden behind it. Yet, that concern gave Roselio enough strength to shout back fiercely as he gathered his weakening energy.