Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

The Viscount is still alive!

Escape! We must escape and find the Viscount.

The death of Senior Knight Raul came as a severe shock not only to the ordinary soldiers but also to the knights of Teslon. However, the duty to protect their lord was a stronger call for them.

The remaining Teslon knights began to band together to escape.

Of course, the Maclaine forces and Logan had no intention of letting them go.

Surrender! Surrender or face death!

Logans voice, once again booming with recovered strength, now carried the overwhelming momentum of the battlefield.

Yet despite witnessing his prowess and the victories he had achieved, there were those who could not accept reality.

Dont make me laugh, boy!

A Teslon knight, towering at almost 2 meters, charged forward like lightning, swinging a two-handed sword.

His attack was not only swift, unbefitting his large size, but also retained its powerful force. He unleashed a perfect slash, utilizing the advantages of his great stature and longsword.

But.

Scccrrriiiitch.

The one cleaved was, in fact, the knight himself.

Thud.

If you at least want to leave a proper corpse, surrender!

Logan, covered in the splattered blood of his bisected foe, bared his teeth as he bellowed once more.

His bloodstained form only amplified the dominating effect he had on the battlefield.

The Crown Prince has cut down a knight in a single stroke.

Did the Prince really possess such skill?

Logans feats had surprised even his allied knights, let alone the knights of Teslon who felt an immense wave of pressure.

Damn. Could he be high-ranking?

That damn monster! Where did he come from!

Are we doomed then.

Logan, with his chilling appearance drenched in blood, charged forward leading the Maclaine knights and soldiers, while among them, Padric revealed his resilience by dealing with four middle-ranking knights despite his severe wounds.

Only after nine stubbornly resisting knights fell did the remaining 32 knights of Teslon surrender.

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Wheres the Viscount of Teslon?

He seems to have fled.

Is that so? Hah, but his destinations are limited.

Logan observed his father sprinkling potion on his wounds, seated on the ground without even the comfort of a tent. His gaze was complicated.

Are you alright?

Of course, Im fine. I couldnt be better.

Im relieved to hear that.

Well, theres much Id like to ask you, but lets save that for after the war.

Sensing his fathers will, Logan silently nodded.

Good, lets go finish this war.

His voice carrying a cheerful energy was a clear indication that he was feeling at ease.

Prepare the Knights! Well head straight for the Teslon Castle.

Padrics appearance was truly valiant, but this was not what Logan had hoped for.

That would be problematic.

Anticipating his fathers response, Logan had prepared his words in advance.

Please dont overexert yourself. Ensure that your wounds are fully healed. I will lead the mercenaries first towards the Teslons main stronghold and end this war.

Fortunately, his father did not catch the nuance hidden between the lines of Logans speech.

Hmm Yes, go ahead with that.

His father simply nodded with an easily granted acceptance.

Then.

Feeling inexplicably hurried, Logan nodded and turned around. freewebnovel.cσ๓

Logan.

At that moment, his father, who had slumped back to his seat, called him in a soft voice.

Yes?

As Logan turned back, Padric, who met his eyes, seemed about to say something but instead simply waved his hand.

No, its nothing. You may go.

Despite his fathers demeanor eliciting a curious tilt of Logans head, he turned back.

Thank you.

With a startle.

The voice was so small, it was a wonder if someone right beside him could have heard it.

But it was heard clearly by Logan, whose senses had been transcended due to the Force Core.

A strange warmth tinged with emotion tapped at his heart.

A part of the regret from his past life seemed to dissolve with it.

No. I was the one who should apologize.

Logan bowed his head at the remembrance of his previous lifes failings, yet strangely, a smile crossed his face.

It was a new feeling when recalling his former existence.

Despite its odd dissonance, it wasnt an unpleasant sensation.

He had much he wanted to say, but the words never quite made it past his lips.

Ill be back.

All that came out was a voice hardly louder than his fathers.

On the road chasing after Teslon.

At the front of the march, Logans lips carried a slightly contented smile.

* * *

A solitary warhorse charged across the open field.

Hyah!

Reflecting the riders anxious heart, he spurred the weary horse relentlessly.

Where did it all go wrong?

The visage of the rider, Haman Teslon, was contorted with confusion.

I had prepared everything perfectly.

He had spent a full three years preparing, enhancing the soldiers equipment, and not only regularly training the official troops but also the conscripts.

To expand his knight Order from 70 to 100 men, he had even reached out to other nobles.

Moreover, Raul, the head of the knight Order, had recently risen to become a Senior Knight, a fortunate twist.

With Rauls new strength confirmed, Haman had devised this plan for territory war, assured of victory.

Yet unforeseen foes had appeared, turning all plans to dust.

Those bastards! That cavalry ruined everything, especially those weapons!

The relentless bolts of death from the unprecedented crossbows were virtually impossible to counter from such distances a weapon so overpowered that, even had they been aware, marshaling the knight Order would be the only conceivable response.

Even so, would we have been able to stop them?

As he fled the battlefield in the garb of an ordinary soldier, he saw the red-haired man cleaving through soldiers, effortlessly beheading a knight.

The man at the forefront of the cavalry, bearing crossbows, was unmistakably the one.

If that man possessed such ferocity, maybe others did too

No! Thats impossible!

Haman scoffed, repelling the ominous thoughts with a shake of his head.

The red-headed man had to be Padrics son.

It was improbable that such a monstrous individual was common.