Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98

The sword rebounded from an unexpected angle.

A pale but smiling face.

Clearly, the red-haired specter that had been pierced through the stomach with armor and all, stood unfazed in front of him.

You, you fiend?!

Moreover, what shocked Aslan even more was something else entirely.

Crrrk.

Now, lets switch weapons for round two.

The enemy ground his teeth, uttering these words, and Aslans face hardened.

In the enemys hand was his own beloved sword Velocitas, the artifact that granted him the title of the Knight of Swiftness and had penetrated the foes gut.

The strange red aura flickering around the enemys body was something Aslan knew all too well.

Even the retaliation just now had only been possible due to Velocitass abilities.

Aslans complexion turned ashen.

An artifact, huh. Still, something isnt quite right.

Logan held the red sword that had been stuck in his abdomen and glared fiercely at his opponent.

There was a certain disjointed feeling when wielding a different sword than his Lux, custom-fitted to him.

However, there were definitely benefits as well.

Vvuum.

The moment he infused the sword with his force, an alien power, mana, spread throughout his body, accelerating his consciousness.

Ho-how ow-could yo-you

Aslans voice stretched out strangely, as if time around him was slowing down.

Not an artifact like the Boots of Wind, boosting physical abilities but one enhancing cognition and thought dramatically.

So this was the power that made Aslan known as the Knight of Swiftness.

Logan understood why Aslan felt significantly faster and stronger.

And now, that power was his.

Lets finish this!

Despite the bracelet of regeneration struggling to heal his gutand a lingering pain that was still presentthere was no hesitation in his movements.

The enemys condition was far more critical than his own.

The royal treasure, the bracelet of regeneration, ranked alongside high priests holy spells, hed won meeting the king, had worked its precarious magic.

Clang!

Boom!

Snap.

With only three strikes, he cut through the side previously pierced by Lux, and the enemys distorted expression was clear to see.

Though unaccustomed to the accelerated cognition, making his movements awkward, this was negligible compared to its utility.

Begone, vile wretch

Thunk.

He had aimed for the heart, but instead pierced the other flanka mistake born from his inexperience with this new sensation.

But it was only a matter of time.

This time, I must catch it!

The golden force flared on the red blade, targeting the enemys staggering vulnerabilities.

No matter the effectiveness of the bracelet of regeneration, instant recovery from a pierced belly was impossible.

Though Logan himself wasnt in top shape either, the opportunity to eliminate Aslan of Bifrost, one of their greatest strengths, meant forcing himself to continue the onslaught.

Clash!

And as he saw Lux, held by the enemy, flung helplessly into the air after colliding, his determination seemed finally rewarded.

However.

ASLAN, DEFEND!

WHERE?!

CURSES!

Despite the slow passage of time, a peculiar chaos broke out around him.

During the clash, Bifrosts troops, who hadnt dared to interfere, now began to charge in.

Perhaps it meant that they, or Aslans movements, had become slower since the beginning.

The sight of bloody Eileen, struggling to fend off enemy knights and failing to stop some from reaching the other side, was perceived slowly yet clearly.

Damn it!

Just a little more and he could kill him.

A blade was already flying towards his nape.

Damn! Damn!

One gamble was enough; he couldnt accompany Aslan to the afterlife.

The bracelet wouldnt function for days.

Logans sword, aimed at Aslans heart, now turned towards the knights charging at him.

Crack.

Crrunch.

AAARGH!

AAAGH!

Wounded and fatigued, but borrowing the artifacts power, he consecutively downed three knights.

But in that moment, the others had already whisked the fallen Aslan away.

Bloodied belly, coughing blooda fatal wound for any ordinary man, but not enough to kill a high-grade knight.

More enemy knights appeared, obstructing him.

Logan, grinding his teeth in frustration, stopped.

Vvuum.

Ugh!

A sudden wave of dizzinessthe result of unconsciously retracting the force infused in his sword.

The cognitive boost faded back to normal, leaving side effects easily sensed, but blades were already flying at him from all directions.

Clang, clang, clang!

Ugh!

Fortunately, someone leapt in front of him in a flash, deflecting the falling blades.

Eileen.

Logan struggled to lift his head, and a pale-faced Eileen, wavering on her feet, was fending off the attacks aimed directly at him.

She looked strained even to block the enemies attacks, but that alone was enough.

Get lost!

His dizziness was temporary, and despite his wounds, a high-grade knight like Logan could easily overpower three average knights.

Whoosh!

With a bellow, Logan lunged forward, repelling their assaults with a single swipe of his sword.

Staggering Eileen then lunged again, burying her sword into the heart of one of them.

Thunk.

UGH!

Following closely behind, as if by magic, Logan struck, severing the necks of two wide-eyed knights.

Slash!

Well done!

Exhausted, Eileen collapsed, and Logan shielded her, raising his sword and shouting with all his might.

Ive felled the Knight of Swiftness!

The shout, reddening his own face, seemed pointless at a glance, but it was a necessary act.

From the east wall, where the troops had been consumed by the immediate battle, the message spread rapidly throughout.

The details varied but the essential message was the same.

Bifrosts strongest had fallen!

Bifrosts troops hesitated briefly, and MacLaines found new strengtha small shift.

But the resulting overall change in the tide of battle was significant.

What had been a tenacious hold on the east wall, now leaning toward Bifrost, reversedfeeling an utter rout after losing their strongest in the west and north walls.