Chapter 138

Chapter 138

Regressor of the Fallen Family Chapter 138

In fact, it was easier to sweep away the attacks with an area barrage than to fend them off one by one. Unlike ordinary knights, Logan had a spell suitable for such a situation. However, Logan chose to wield his sword and counter the onslaught of wind blades. His transcendent senses fully alerted him to the intangible blades whirling around, yet it was also because he needed to conserve strength. Roger Bifrosts madness hinted that this battle would not be easily won.

As Logan deflected both the wind blades unleashed by Roger Bifrost and attacks by Aslan that fell in between, a strange inspiration dawned on hima more efficient way to block this frantic assault. It was an idea that came easily to him, having directly experienced similar tactics multiple times before.

Could this work?

The sensation of detonating a hundred Liberatios at once was still vivid, as was the glorious image of the Silvery force blade blocking a similar attack head-on. The inspiration that tickled his mind soon materialized in his hand.

Sshwararak.

The golden force blade, which had only shown simple increases and decreases in length at one to three-meter intervals, suddenly compressed and stretched like a thin string, extending nearly seven meters. Then, bending freely at the will of its master, it struck the surroundings powerfully.

Sshwaah!

Got it!

Logan, cunningly imitating the enemys technique, quickly unravelled Roger Bifrosts magic, and a bright smile formed on his lips. It wasnt just the addition of another application for the force bladeit was a realization that his own power had evolved significantly. There was even a hint of understanding in regards to the fourth style of the divine sword spell, Flame Cutter, which had eluded him until now.

However, that smileor more precisely, the whip-like force blade that provoked italso drove someone watching nearby into a furious rage that made them lose their senses.

How dare you!!

Aslans entire body heated up with a reddish glow, giving rise to distinct red mists as if burning his very life force in a surge of dynamic power that went beyond Overheat, the method of drawing out power beyond ones limits. In the space emptied by Roger Bifrosts magic, Aslan charged like lightning.

Nows the moment!

The technique of an old friend had just been resurrected by the enemys hands.

Although filled with rage, Aslan did not intend to pass up this opportunity. Yes, the opportunity. The whip-shaped force blade, while excellent in utility and adaptability, had a fundamental weakness: a reduced cutting power of the force blade. Any part of the freely bending force blade, if struck with equivalent or greater force, would flaccidly snapa drawback that made Franz a freakish power, overwhelming against the weaker but frail amongst peers. Franz himself struggled to overcome this weakness but ultimately failed, and could not easily cast aside and refine his method anew. The special force blade born from a fleeting moment of inspiration never changed its nature.

And now, the same applied to Logan.

Die cursing that genius!

The timing was perfect. Instead of the wind blades, the air around Logan suddenly became chains, binding him with powerful restraint. At his masters beckoning, a burst of red lightning erupted from Aslan.

Ill pierce through, no matter what it takes!

With that resolve, he threw his body forward with all his might.The most uptodate novels are published on n0velbj)n((.))co/m

And that became his fatal mistake. Even though the enemy was bound, the golden force blade moved freely. Unlike Franzs, it did not snap against Aslans red lightning, but rather smoothly wrapped around and slightly deflected it in an astonishing display of agility.

Eh?!

At the moment his all-out strike veered into thin air, the golden force blade bent to avoid his arm and sword, piercing directly into his neck with a snake-like movement. It was a smooth and sharp motion, unlike anything he had seen from his friend.

How on earth?

Logan McLaine!

An icy chill washed over him as flashes of blue reappeared in the eyes, but Logan did not cease his attack. The golden force blade, bending gracefully, bypassed the reforming shield to maul the neck of the pale-faced and freshly conscious mage.

Snap.

A gush of blood followed, along with the vanishing shield. As Roger Bifrosts eyes dimmed, Logan breathed an inner sigh of relief, but he knew the fight was not over.

Together in death!

An ominous hum emanated from the staff in Bifrosts hand as mana rapidly gathered, again binding Logans body. But

Die alone, Count.

A cold retort followed as the golden force blade cut off the hand wielding the staff.

Aaack!

As the staff dropped from his grasp, the madness faded from his face rapidly. Blond hair turned white in an instant, and protruding blood vessels became moles, swiftly aging him into the visage of a centenarian wrinkled man.

This cannot be

With mana and life force nearly imperceptible, he appeared almost a half-corpse. Blood oozing black from the right arm stumped at the elbow reflected inevitable death. Approaching the last breath of a long-fought enemy, Logan felt a slight emptiness in his heart.

Have you any last words?

Enemies still resisted in all directions, but they were the minority. The victory of the battlefield had long been determined for McLaine.

Krh, krh, krh. If not for you!

Is that all for your last words?

Even as Logans sword gleamed golden, Roger Bifrost tried to hurl insults. But as he sat collapsed, his gaze shifted behind Logan and, pointing with his remaining hand, he suddenly began laughing madly.

Kukuk, kuku. This is not the end. You and your house will soon follow me! Hahaha!

Following that ominous gesture, Logans expression twisted in horror. A whirlwind with an eagle soaring toward the sky, and at the forefront of the five hundred knights charge was one manLogan swore.

Damn it!

Krkr. The end for you

Shut up!

With a swish, Logan cut Roger Bifrosts throat and shouted at his houses soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield.

Wicken Callian! Its the Army of the Storm Sword! We must secure the battlefield quickly!

A true crisis had befallen McLaine just when they thought theyd overcome adversity.