Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 26

Chapter 26

The shockwave that spread from the center of the collision upturned the ground, sending dirt and dust into the air.

Uwaaagh.

In the front lines, knights wielding a greatsword and a spear were rolling on the ground, spurting blood in similar states. Before them stood Sir Teslon, a senior knight whose pallor had turned ashen as he steeled himself in front of them, while the knights with short spears and longswords who had rushed at Padrics back were also pushed back, gasping for breath.

Just in time, it seems.

Logan.

Padric, who had been coughing up blood and sitting down, looked over at his eldest son who had somehow appeared by his side with a shaky gaze.

How did he make it here?

He had seen the mercenary troop appear at the rear, but he had not anticipated seeing Logan here, at the heart of the battlefield.

To come from the rear to here

Instinctively, Padric turned his head, and in his peripheral vision, he witnessed an incredible scene: enemy lines that seemed pierced in a straight line as if by a monstrous charge, and bodies strewn on both sides. Among the corpses were not only soldiers but also many of the Teslon knights. The gazes of those who remained were uniformly fixed on Logan. In the eyes of his allies, there was admiration; in the eyes of his enemies, tangible fear.

It was then that Padric finally sensed a shift in the atmosphere of the battlefield. His sons presence here was no fluke or coincidence. And had he not seen with his own eyes? How Logan had deflected an attack aimed at him.

When did he become so strong No, thats not whats important right now.

Padric grimaced, pushing himself up.

Im not sure how the battle is going

With a pale complexion, Padric stood and grasped Logans shoulder.

Your presence here means the tide is in our favor, right?

That question stemmed more from hope than from a cool assessment of the situation. Fortunately, Logan had the response his fathers intense gaze was hoping for.

Yes.

Good. Well done.

Patting his sons shoulder, Padrics touch felt reassuring. To Logan, his fathers awkward words and actions were unexpectedly heartwarming.

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Sir Raul, a senior Teslon knight, gripped his trembling hand and forced himself to maintain composure. The internal injuries from blocking Padrics lance charge, along with the wound in his side, were getting progressively worse, but there was no time to attend to them.

Rix, Trombel. Get ready, quickly.

His growling voice focused the attention of his two subordinates who were spitting blood at the edge of their mouths.

Padric MacLaine was no longer a big concern. He was more wounded than Raul from the collisions and cumulative damage.

Theres no time! You four, take that man. Ill handle the Baron.

What mattered was the assailant who with a single stroke had deflected the combined attacks of Panan and Ramston, knights who had rushed at Padrics rear. Even more baffling was that the enemy seemed hardly in his early twenties, a young man reaching the ridiculous extremes.

Does that even make sense?

A man in his early twenties deflecting the simultaneous attacks of two middle-ranked knights? When Raul was that age

Twenty-odd years ago, he recalled the days spent toiling to become a knight, spinning his head to discard the distracting thoughts. None of that mattered anymore.

This man will die here.

A lowly burst of jealousy unconsciously turned into a murderous intent that exploded.

However, Padric scoffed at his enemies, who were emanating killing intent.

Of course, his injuries were not light. His left side was soaked with blood, and with each breath, the pain was sharp, and the taste of blood continually rose in his mouth. Yet even if his opponent was less injured, he was confident in his superior skill.

Moreover, his son had shown a force far surpassing that of a middle-ranked knight. How he had improved so much in such a short time was beyond him

He might not yet be senior-ranked, but average middle-ranked knights couldnt handle Logan.

And certainly not four mid-rank knights who were already gravely injured. Padric was sure of this as he took a step forward.

But Logan blocked him. His sons thinking was different.

Ill take care of him.

No, its too risky.

Padrics voice was firm as he held back his son. Even if Logan had grown, his capabilities limits were clear in Padrics eyes. Logan may have looked outstanding among middle-ranked knights, but he was not yet at the senior level.

Even if the man was injured, Logan couldnt possibly face the enemys senior knight.

At least I am in better shape than you are now, Father.

Gently pressing.

Cough!

Padric, caught off guard, forgot his dignity as he groaned in pain.

At my current condition, I can even defeat you. Trust me and let me handle this.

Logans eyes burned with intensity, showing no signs of backing down.

Alright.

There was no time to argue stubbornly. As Padric stepped back, he quickly ran calculations. Even if they were mere remnants, four middle-ranked knights, but they were also wounded.

Padric, in his current condition, might not be less injured, but there was an essential disparity they could not overcome.

Ill finish first and then help Logan.

The direction was opposite to what he had initially planned, but it seemed like a not-so-bad alternative.

Be careful, son.

Remember, until the war is over, I am not your child.

Lets hurry and finish this, my Lord.

A joke that didnt fit the situation, yet Logan smirked and drew his sword. Padric, in turn, let out a hollow laugh and, holding his sword up, stood back-to-back with his son.

It was a feeling of reassurance beyond imagination that was transmitted through his back, feeling even the pain in his side lessen a bit.

Lets finish this quickly.

Father and son wielded their swords, facing their enemies on both sides.

How dare this whelp!

Rauls eyes narrowed as he faced the charging opponent. Surprisingly, it wasnt the Baron but that young man in front of him. The force that had blown away the middle-ranked knight was certainly useful, but he was not a match for himself.

Raul was also at the senior level, and even his mere presence could be intimidating.

A mid-ranking Force user at best. He has superior physical abilities, but

He was not a match for Raul, a senior-ranked knight. But during the clash, the moment his red blade crossed with the enemys golden sword

Boom!

Cough!

Kugh!

The one who was pushed back further was him.

What!

This was unfathomable. The difference in levels was not merely about strength and speed. Even with the same power, the efficiency in harnessing it and the sheer force it could bring to bear was precisely the difference in level.

Even accounting for his own injuries, considering the enemys strength and level, the young man was not someone who was a match for him.

The kid must have pushed himself too hard.

That was the only conclusion Raul could accept. He gathered his strength for the next clash.