Regressor of the Fallen Family-Chapter 296

From the border of Liberty, the Liberty army advanced toward the royal capital, having taken three consecutive castles. The weakness of the Liberty forces was their stretched and thin supply lines. Khalil Zamod knew this and left some troops in each conquered castle to manage the supply routes. As a result, by the time they approached the royal castle of Romen, the total Liberty forces had dwindled to around 1,400 knights and 40,000 soldiers, smaller even than one of MacLaine’s legions. Of course, it was calculated that even with that number of troops, they could still overwhelm the Romen army.

At the sight of the royal castle from a distance, Khalil Zamod groaned at an unexpected scene. “What in the world… Oh, God…” It was a sight worth groaning over. The Romen forces, which he assumed were cowering within the castle, were already preparing for battle in the plains. If it had just been that, Khalil would have cheered, but the two flags fluttering side by side next to Romen were the problem. Romero and the Duchy of Tahiti. Three countries from the Alliance of about four had come to face them. And their forces easily surpassed the total Liberty forces by one and a half times.

– Punish the invaders!

As the enemies started their advance amidst the roaring battle cries from the enemy lines, the camp of Liberty fell into panic.

“Why… Why are there so many?”

“We were supposed to win!”

“What’s going on here!”

The Alliance had originally been formed to counter Grandia. With Grandia’s downfall, the Kingdom’s army, which had not seen war for hundreds of years, was not well-trained, nor resilient to surprising situations.

“Your Excellency! The enemy is approaching!”

“Our soldiers are in confusion!”

“Damn it all!”

Even the commanders floundered, unable to grasp the situation.

“Triah… They delayed their engagement…!”

Khalil Zamod, regaining his composure late, cursed. He dispatched a messenger immediately. “Connect the communications! Ask Triah Kingdom why they have not joined the battle!”

The deduction was simple. Other Alliance countries, aside from Calon which faced Teronan across the sea, had concentrated their forces on Liberty, disregarding Triah. ‘Are the Triah fools playing tricks in this situation, trying to ruin their own country?’ Logan found the situation unfathomable, but regardless, there was only one thing for him to do now.

“Count Khalil. Leave the knights to me.”

“Now’s not the time for an outsider to step in…!”

“Shut up! Will the situation be resolved by one communique? Get your act together!”

Count Khalil Zamod flinched at the outburst, not merely because he was shy of confrontation. The imposing force of an Aura user subtly penetrated his spirit. Besieged by an enemy force larger than expected, the general fell into a panic, inevitably cringing before the overwhelming presence of a superhuman.

“Remember the command of His Majesty, Count! I will lead the vanguard! Arrange the knights. I will lead them myself!”

“What!? Yes! A-Alright!”

Despite his appearance contorted with ferocity, Khalil was unable to refuse Logan’s commands.

“Get a grip and lift your spears!”

The knights of Liberty were puzzled at the sight of the unfamiliar brown-haired man who suddenly took the lead. But after Khalil Zamod’s rallying cry, they couldn’t help but reconsider.

“The new superhuman of our kingdom… Gail… Slayer is here! Follow his lead!”

Logan’s identity, with its fabricated name and status, nearly made him stagger. ‘What’s with “Slayer”?’

The naming might seem thoughtless, but Logan understood its intention.

No matter how much an Aura user is guaranteed a noble status wherever in the continent, if they suddenly hailed a commoner with no title in the heat of the moment, it could cause discontent among the knights. ‘Wouldn’t it have been nice to give me a heads-up?’

Critiquing Khalil’s narrow-mindedness yet marching on, Logan brandished his sword with vigor.

As Logan’s sword sparked with a silver Aura Blade, a roar went up from the knights.

“If we take down the three banners, the war ends! Follow me!”

Every eye on the battlefield focused on Logan as he blazed forward, wrapped in a silver flash.

“Aaaaah!”

His presence was like that of a divine warrior from myths, as the spirit of the Liberty knights soared. They began to charge, their cries blending into a mix of screams and battle cries.

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

The two forces rapidly closed in on each other, and the knights leading the front felt the opposing presence draw nearer, their momentum increasing.

“Don’t be scared! It’s all bluff! There are no Aura users among the enemies!”

A confident shout suppressed the clamor of horse hooves, spreading across the battlefield.

Hearing that, Logan grimaced slightly. ‘They seem to have gathered information on Gunter Liberty.’

“We have twice the number! Charge!”

The enemy commander denied the intimidating presence of Logan and tried to inflate his side’s numbers, but the morale of his troops had already surged.

It was a wise decision. Even if he’d gotten the information wrong regarding Logan, stalling his soldiers from panicking was the only tactic a large force had against a superhuman.

However, Logan’s response was dismissive. ‘I never expected a traditional knightly charge.’

Modern warfare tactics Logan knew consisted of firing crossbows and using Liberatio to obliterate the opposing formation – this traditional charge seemed almost laughable in comparison.

‘Taking over the Alliance, I’ll need to arm them with repeating crossbows.’

Gary’s contemplation of these thoughts spoke volumes about the lack of tension in the fight.

To his eyes, no knight present could match his sword, except for one.

“Then I’ll crush you all the more firmly!”

A 4-meter Aura Blade extended from his otherwise ordinary longsword.

“Try your tricks, but I’ll expose them!”

Whether it was overconfidence in intelligence reports or a failure to recognize Aura, the enemy commander’s Force Blade was pathetically shattered.

Bang!

Like a bomb exploding, the enemy commander was torn apart by the silver Aura Blade.

Pieces of his body became a bloody mist, engulfing the knights behind him.

Surpassing mere attacks, the show of force with added elemental attributes to the Aura was beyond the understanding of anyone on the battlefield, except the perpetrator himself.

“I will kill them all!”

As the silver Aura Blade swung, everything within a 4-meter radius was severed. Enforced knights’ bodies and their armor were useless.

The silver figure galloped through the battlefield, drawing every gaze, moving swiftly through enemy ranks.

The recompense for underpreparing, nay, dismissing the enemy’s superhuman.

The joint forces of the three nations paid dearly for it.

“Aaaah!”

“A monster!”

“Run!”

As the bloody maelstrom zigzagged, turning the central army to chaos, the soldiers in the rear began to stagger in fear.

“What are you doing! There’s only one enemy! Focus and kill it!”

Bounded by numerous flags, King Romen’s commander, Balta Grow, repeatedly shouted. “An Aura user, you say? But Gunter was supposed to be secured at the castle…”

Bewildered by the unexpected development, his guts turned black with rage.

But no matter how powerful a superhuman is, they will fatigue. Once the halo of silver fades, there will be nothing left but an ordinary human body. Attack relentlessly until he is exhausted and you can bring him down. That was the only method a multitude had against a superhuman.

However…

“Aargh!”

“Run!”

“How can we stop that!”

The supposed ‘expendables’ refused to play their part.

Having witnessed the silver monster trample over even the strongest knights, the idea of engaging the beast was beyond daunting. The glamorous silver appeared like an invitation to the afterlife from the reaper itself.

“All who oppose me… die!”

And the thunderous roar shook the very legs of the troops, rendering them unable to even stand properly.

Even the elite soldiers selected to protect their commanders were not immune to this terror. Trembling, many collapsed as the silver monster passed, swiftly cutting down the guards and charging towards the commander.

Schick.

“The banner of Romen Kingdom has fallen!”

Cutting down the commander’s throat with a single stroke and tearing down the banner, the monster disregarded the urine-soaked soldiers and charged at the next flag.

“Next! Romane!”

Romen’s twin-nation neighbor, Romane, was identified by its crescent emblem – the exact opposite of its sibling country.

At Logan’s cry, the momentum of the Liberty knights soared as they immediately followed their leader.

“Woah!”

“We are victorious!”

“Follow Lord Gail!”

These were the elite of Liberty. The inept majority were rooted in the center of the battlefield, while only the skilled pursued Logan through the enemy forces.

Ahead of them, Logan gauged the total amount of Force while spurring on his horse, gaining a ridiculous insight.

‘I thought I was wasting Force, but this is actually efficient?’

It seemed excessive to coat even the horse in sparkling Force, which would typically mark one as an immediate target, ripe for a quick killing.

For Logan, confident of victory, it was all for the spectacle of the performance. But instead, this display maximized the enemies’ terror and hastened their collapse.

‘It might be strenuous, but it’s worth using. Even when I return home.’

In such conditions, his limited movements and skills caused by the Aura color change weren’t a significant problem.

“Everyone, charge!”

With every successive swing of the silver Aura Blade, the very path it cleared became bloodied, and the resolution of the battle accelerated dramatically.

The silver harbinger swept through the battlefield, wreaking havoc in the enemy headquarters.

Within less than three hours of the battle’s onset, two of the joint forces’ commanding officers had been decapitated.

The last one threw off their helm, abandoned their flag, and vanished – opting for an escape more shameful than death to a commander of the era.

Naturally, from that moment on, the crumbling coalition forces had no strength left to resist the onslaught of the victorious Liberty troops.

“Kill them all!”

“Put them all to death!”

“How dare you defy us!”

The soldiers of Liberty, who had been fearful before the battle commences, violently swung their spears and swords as if to renounce their previous timidity.

Having lost morale, the allied forces could hardly respond to the ferocious attack and were forced to flee.

Then, at that moment…

“Do not harm those who surrender!”

The silver messiah who had brought victory to his own side tempered the madness of the battlefield.

“Lay down your weapons, you’re a prisoner! The honorable warriors of Liberty do not kill captives!”

Although these were strange new words to the soldiers, it didn’t matter. The master of the divine silver was the symbol of victory, the messenger of the gods who had delivered them.

“Obey the command of Lord Gail Slayer!”

“We have triumphed!”

“Show mercy!”

As even the knights who’d led the war to victory loudly echoed the call, the madness that had consumed the army dissipated.

Although more than half of the enemy forces had escaped, it was a definitive victory.

The beneficiaries of this triumph were well known to everyone on the battlefield.

“Long live Liberty!”

“Long live Gail Slayer!”

“Long live the silver messenger!”

Yet the subject of these accolades, Logan, watched the fleeing enemies, already contemplating the upcoming battles.