Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157

Regressor of the Fallen Family

The last card kept hidden until the very end.

Even while cornered in a crisis, Lux’s time acceleration was unleashed with perfect timing.

Was it self-indulgent to think that even the futile expression of faking suicide played a part?

“Kk, kkurk……”

As blood spat out, the only emotions in Yordan’s snake eyes looking down at him were resentment and rage.

“It’s to be expected.”

The enemy, thought to be drained of energy, had suddenly quickened more than threefold, and they certainly couldn’t have imagined that part of their aura would be severed in the moment of collision.

The attack shining through the exposed flaw shattered the cracked holy sword and became lodged in the neck, which was even less expected.

In fact, it was luck that even Logan who had struck that blow did not foresee.

‘I was lucky. Huh…’

It was a miraculous blow, combined with time acceleration, the Flame Splitting skill, and luck.

With a fleeting sense of relief and a pat on his chest, Logan wasted no time.

He immediately performed a confirmatory kill by completely severing Yordan’s neck.

And then.

“Stay away! How dare you. Do you know who I am!!”

Crunch.

With one swift motion, the neck of the vermin spouting worthless excuses was cut off.

Holding the severed head on his sword tip, Logan then loudly proclaimed,

“All the princes are dead! Cease the battle!!”

The shout echoed across the entire battlefield, swiftly bringing about a drastic change.

“young lord Logan has done it!”

“He killed the prince!”

“We won! We’ve won!”

The McLaine elite, who had been enduring attacks within the firmly established encirclement, reacted first to Logan’s voice, bellowing out loudly in case the enemies hadn’t heard.

Next, the Walthamheim Knights, having confirmed the death of their lord and prince, dropped their swords one by one with expressions of disbelief.

“How can this be…”

“How could His Excellency…”

As the core forces that had built the encirclement ceased their encouragement, the surrounding soldiers also stopped their assault, looking around in bewilderment, trying to grasp the situation.

“What’s going on? Why aren’t we fighting?”

“The war’s over… they said?”

“What nonsense?!”

There were dissenters, but with the 2nd Prince’s main force as the center, soldiers began to lay down their weapons one by one, and the offensive soon came to a halt.

The most distinct change was among the northern cold-hearted nobles who had been driving their troops to face McLaine and the Esperanza Knights.

“Fighting any further…”

“It’s meaningless. I surrender.”

“What, we just followed our lord’s orders.”

Originally, this was a civil war waged to make the prince they served into a king.

But that prince was dead.

The superhumans and faction leaders who were always present to protect a prince who couldn’t be hidden in any haven, just in case.

Furthermore, Yordan Walthamheim, the superhuman protecting the 2nd Prince and the head of the faction, suffered an unexpected and ignominious defeat.

For those left, there was only one choice.

“Baron Fractal has no further intention to continue this battle!”

“Likewise with Viscout Rohan!”

“Anthony Baron’s house will also withdraw the flag!”

The troops, equivalent to the limbs if not the head or body of the faction, laid down their weapons at their master’s command.

As a handful of barons representing their family troops withdrew their flags and retreated, a flood followed suit.

Then, stirred by Juan Douglas’s roaring, those chasing McLaine in the 1st Prince’s army also began to regain their senses.

“Looks like the ducal house went under too?”

“The war…”

“What happens now?”

Murmurs spread.

The fury of the battlefield began to subside rapidly, yet there were those who refused to cease fighting.

“Huh… Such an absurd turn of events…”

With irreversible events having already taken place, it was preferable to drag down a rival rather than to go down alone.

Of course, they never imagined that the rival would not just go down with them but actually perish.

For Juan Douglas, this was an unprecedented disaster.

‘Everything is ruined.’

His previously contorted expression gradually turned emotionless.

It’s said that when someone surpasses the limits of their anger, they become calm – he’d never imagined he’d experience that himself.

‘All of this is because of that wretch.’

From afar, the young one holding the 2nd Prince’s head and shouting had ruined everything.

Fury surged under his expressionless face, aimed solely at one person.

Everything he had dreamed of had crumbled to pieces, with no way to turn it back.

In that case, the least he could do was unleash his rage upon the one who had created this irrevocable situation.

‘I will kill you, Logan McLaine, by any means necessary.’

In the moment Juan decided this, he stopped manipulating the magic that was powering his sword skill.

Then, as if giving up on everything, he raised his hands.

“I surrender, Sword Sage.”

“What?!”

“Your Excellency!!”

Luther and Wicken screamed, unaware of the rapidly changing situation as they furiously pressed on the Sword Sage.

Facing the kingdom’s strongest head-on, they weren’t even properly aware of the evolving circumstances.

“What wisdom, Juan.”

Pale face and the blood dripping from his lips.

His appearance suggested that even for the Sword Sage, touted as the strongest in the kingdom, this close fight was taxing but his free power was formidable.

Rumble.

In an instant, with a thunderclap, the Sword Sage vanished before lightning, and with the cries of the two superhumans, he appeared behind them.