Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97

Episode 97

Those were the ones who fled with their tails between their legs! Lets kick them in the behind again this time!

Yes!

With the knights spirited shout, the soldiers on the walls once again became busy with their preparations.

The soldiers, emboldened by the victory of the day, were able to forcibly forget the fear of death remembering that triumph.

Furthermore, the relatively bright moonlight and starlight illuminated the contours of the enemy forces charging beyond the torches.

The knightly order of Bifrost was still leading the charge, as always.

However, unlike during the day, they now held variously shaped iron and wooden shields obtained from who knows where.

Moreover, it was only a part that was charging towards the western wall.

The Bifrost forces were already encircling to the north and the south, and even to the east, into their new positions.

Unlike the first battle, they were fully prepared this time.

Just by that, it seemed like they wouldnt be easily defeated as before.

The soldiers cant help but be scattered.

It was inevitable that the firepower of the shots would reduce as a result.

Logan sighed quietly, thinking it was going to be a long night.

Thud, thud, thud.

Waaaaah!

With the thunderous sound of galloping hooves, the enemy soldiers who charged with shouts came into range.

The soldiers, with sweaty palms, awaited the command and began to fire their crossbows at the signal.

Thwack, thwack, thwack!

Argh! freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Kugh!

The sharp screams echoed through the night sky.

But the faces of the crossbow-wielding soldiers, the knight who was commanding them, and even Logan, began to harden.

The power of the crossbows should have been even more formidable in the night than during the day.

Instead of aiming at specific individuals, the targets were large as they aimed at the entire military force, and conversely, these targets had to face arrows flying out of the darkness.

However, only a very small number were falling behind in the beginning.

It was too different from the day when over fifty casualties had been inflicted, even with shields ready.

Moreover.

Tatatatang!

They, they blocked it!

Some of the cavalry following close behind the knights even managed to block the crossbow bolts with their shields.

Considering that most of them were carrying crude wooden shields, it was even more bizarre.

How is this possible?

Even if the soldiers were more scattered compared to during the day, reducing the effectiveness of the volleys, far too many of the enemy forces were approaching the walls without significant damage.

And it was only when they came close that Logan sensed something out of place.

Magic!

What?!

Its magic! Theyre using magic!

From the rear of the troops, Roger Bifrost and about twenty mages followed.

Logan could clearly feel the formless energy emanating from them, enveloping the entire enemy force.

Its wind magic.

He didnt know exactly what kind of magic it was, but the effect was unmistakable.

However, even knowing didnt mean there was an immediate way to counter it.

Moreover, since the attacks werent completely ineffective, they couldnt just give up.

Damn it! Keep firing! Aim for the soldiers!

Aim for the soldiers!

At Logans command, the knights repeated the order, and the soldiers changed their target.

It was a completely different tactic from the day.

With the weakened power of the crossbows due to magic, aiming at the knights was pointless.

They had no choice but to focus on cutting off the follow-up forces.

Logan then shouted to the knights.

Prepare for defense, knights! Break their heads before they climb up!

Yes!

Logan, who was shouting, and the knights responding, all had tension in their voices.

Although many of the Bifrost knights had died in the hard-fought battle of the day, there were still at least half more knights compared to those of Maclane.

Moreover, the stronger Bifrost knights, classified as mid-level or higher, didnt die as much during the day.

Knowing this, it would have been strange not to be nervous.

A qualitatively different and grim battle awaited them compared to the day.

Bang!

Aargh!

Explosions and screams erupted here and there against the walls.

The mud and oil smeared on the walls along with the moat were doing their job impressively.

The lower-level knights were forced to break through the walls and climb up, and boiling oil and stones poured down relentlessly on them.

Only the knights of Maclane who somehow reached the top of the wall had their heads smashed down.

Despite being sealed off from their main weapon, the repeating crossbow, and being clearly outnumbered, Maclanes forces managed to defend the walls.

Ultimately, the balance in this fierce standoff was broken once again by the strongest of Bifrost.

Damn it! All the Bifrost twins are here!

On the opposite side from Logan, an outburst like a scream rang out from the eastern wall.

It was where a majority of mid-level knights were positioned, instead of Logans father in the north, himself here, or Heinke in the south.

Those damned bastards!

It was infuriating that the enemy he had been seeking to find had actually appeared on the side opposite him.

Hold on!

Logan left that single word behind and vanished from the western wall as if by magic.

It was a movement like a whirlwind, maximized by the Phantom Shadows art of movement and the Boots of the Wind God.

Damn it!

The moment Ailen received orders to defend the wall on the exact opposite side of where the enemy was advancing, her thoughts could be summed up in that one phrase.

She wondered if she was being underestimated because she was a woman, and now, with a completely different meaning, the same curses burst out of her relentlessly.

Damn!!

Slash.

Crash.

The light sword that grazed by ripped off an entire side of the breastplate and carved a deep wound on the side.

Ha, not bad for a girl.

Was it a problem that she was the first to notice the high-ranking knight in red armor who suddenly appeared amidst the enemy like lightning?

Or was it a problem that she failed to remember his name and just screamed, Monkey! on impulse.

Even though there were other mid-level knights on the wall, this monkey was focusing solely on attacking Ailen.

No, to be precise, he was toying with her.

That damned man!

To have achieved a respected position yet engage in such petty pranks in the midst of a fierce battlefield.

She could have consoled herself that the high-ranking knight was preoccupied playing with her alone, leaving him less helpful on the battlefield