Chapter 128

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Chapter 128 Regressor of the Fallen Family Chapter 128 The Wolf Banner! Its the Wolves! The Wolves? Those of Kairon?! Although my father gritted his teeth in anger, Logans mind was preoccupied elsewhere. His sights, sharpened several folds, caught the glimpse of strange objects. Each of the over four thousand enemy soldiers held a familiar item. Moreover, contrary to common formation of this era, the enemy knights were positioned behind the infantry. It was as if looking into a mirror. A formation unique to the McLaine, designed entirely to maximize the power of a single weapon. Repeating crossbows?! Logan was shaken by the unexpected turn of events but swiftly regained his composure. Eventually, they were bound to encounter crossbows. His gaze briefly shifted. Bifrost, the ones who took numerous crossbows from the Tomodo Castle. He had thought that if they would spread, it would start with Bifrost. No, it was Reina Yes, from that time. Thinking back, the Wolves had been interested in the repeating crossbows since they began selling Impo-Rick. Logan shook off the fleeting image of the silver-haired beauty from his mind and drew the crossbow he was equipped with. A consumable artifact, which he named the Bombard-Bow, containing the power of Liberatio in a repeating crossbow. Logan? Seeing him withdraw a weapon kept hidden until the right moment, Patrick raised his hand in confusion. But Logan spoke first. It seems that the enemy is equipped with repeating crossbows. What?! We must demolish them before the battle starts. With those words, Logan signaled Heinckel and gathered around the talents who had been previously supplied with Bombard-Bows. Including his father, Heinckel, and himself, they were only eighteen. Among them were the best foot soldiers, including those from the crossbow cavalry, squire trainees and those who absorbed the Force exceptionally fast and were likely to become knights soon. These were the ones assigned the weapons, with instructions not to die too easily. Logan called all twelve of these soldiers together. Even if he kept the Bombard-Bows among the commanders, he felt that the weapons distributed to these soldiers should be expended. It cant be helped. I must not falter here. We must overwhelm them. It was unlikely that a counterfeit would outperform the original. However, Logan knew they didnt have the luxury to test this theory any further. Ill signal, and you fire the Bombard-Bows in a straight line towards the enemy. Huh? The enemy soldiers seem to be armed with repeating crossbows. It was a distance that would have been difficult to confirm even for someone with exceptional eyesight. But no one doubted Logans words. The gathered soldiers lifted their faintly glowing blue crossbows and aimed at the frontline. And when the enemy approached within 500 meters Fire! A simple command, with twenty-four blue bolts flashing across the sky as twelve soldiers released them in quick succession. To the rest it was a range at which the enemys faces could not be seen clearly. But the blue bolts, flying straight across the sky, struck the densely packed enemy forces with ease. Boom! Argh! What the-! Magic! Its magic! The formation of the Wolves in the rear was thrown into utter chaos. Boom boom boom! Ah! Save me! Theres a fire! The formation quickly fell apart. It was then that the healthy McLaine knights charged toward the now more than half-dismounted and injured two hundred or so Wolves knights. Damn it! At the front of the knights, a giant brandishing a huge sword skillfully blocked hundreds of flying quarrels. The Sword Breaker, Nick Marcel, the Wolves only top-grade knight and captain, exploded with murderous intent upon seeing the charging enemy knights. Aman! Lasser! Get ready! Well smash those fools! Yes! Leave it to me, captain! Two of his subordinates, large and small, stood to his left and right. Wolves knights began to rally their spirit around them. For the Wolves! For the Wolves! Crush them fiercely. Then turn the tide. Nick Marcel tried to brainwash himself against the cries of agony coming from the rear. The outcome of a battle was always determined by the fight between knights or mages. In a world where knights were more numerous than mages, the victory of the knights essentially meant winning the war. The soldiers weapons If they could just overcome the enemy knights, theyd be able to regain the upper hand. Thus, they needed to be utterly crushed from the start. He swung his steel greatsword at full strength at the advancing enemys lead, a greenhorn with fiery red hair. Die! Boom! A murderous shout and his steel greatsword split into dozens of force-carrying fragments, blasting forward. It was his unique technique, Break Wave, and he was proud of it. He was confident it would tear the greenhorn apart and topple the enemys frontline. But his expectation shattered in an instant. Boom! A golden wave surged from before the red-haired youth, sweeping away his Break Wave fragments and engulfing him. This cant be Nick Marcel, stunned but instinctual, drew another greatsword and swung it. Fortunately, the fully actualized force blade cut the weakened golden wave in half. However Zheng! A massive golden force blade burst from the enemys sword, piercing his greatsword. The charging momentum, the swords quality, and above all, the fundamental difference in skill. The outcome was unsatisfactorily trivial. Zheng! As he watched the tip of the beautiful, grand greatsword drop helplessly, Nick Marcel rolled backward instinctively. And that momentarily spared his life. Whoosh! A golden force blade skimmed over his head. He glared with widened eyes and raised his chest. Flash! A golden beam shot from the swords tip and mercilessly pierced his chest. Ugh! Gah! Argh! The beam that passed through Nick Marcels chest elicited several more screams, but no longer could he attend to them. Not metaphorically, but literally, a chilling wind permeated his chest. His consciousness blurred and strength drained from his limbs before seconds could pass. Yet the enemy didnt wait for even that short time. Nick Marcels fading gaze watched the approaching golden force blade. To end so vainly. Swoosh! His head separated from his body, flying through the air. Another force blade, leaving crimson streaks and slaughtering his men, was imprinted on his cornea, but the departed soul felt no emotion.

Chapter 128

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