Chapter 137

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Chapter 137 Regressor of the Fallen Family Chapter 137 Form defensive line for all troops! Hold the line! Roger Bifrost quickly regained his composure, shouting out orders despite his once-trump card move being thwarted by a ridiculous tactic. Mages, assemble! He then pulled a staff shimmering with a mysterious blue glow from his cloak and rapidly began to draw up mana. The mana spreading out from the staff wrapped around the gathered wind mages beside Roger, instantly forming one enormous spell. Whoom. A massive gust of wind wrapped in faint light engulfed the Bifrost formation. Tat-tat-tat-tat. Quarrels fired by McLaines crossbow cavalry bounced off the lightly lifted wooden shields of the footmen, and the sky-filling Liberatio spells were sucked into the whirlwind, exploding in the air. Boom. Whoom. Boom-boom-boom! The rattled crossbow cavalry hesitated to approach their enemy, while the number of Liberatio raining down visibly diminished. Is that even possible? A handful of mages conjuring a protective shield that could wrap around a large division of troops was astonishing. Clayton looked incredulously at the man who had just managed an even more implausible feat but soon cleared his throat to provide the answer he desired. It might be possible for a mage. But if its that wide, it wont last long. Its an overtly crude and inefficient defensive spell for a mage to cast. And what about what were seeing now? That staff must be a formidable artifact. Yet no matter how it is, theyre overextending themselves. It definitely wont last long. Even if they pour their lifespans into it, itll last, at most, an hour or two. Logans expression lightened with Claytons assertive words. While others may not notice, Roger Bifrosts face within Logans view looked as if he was on the verge of collapse. But there remained one question. Theyre not moving their knights and are only relying on that barrier for defense Are they not counterattacking? Its like theyre merely threatening with a few arrows to keep us at bay. Theyre trying to buy time. Sir Clayton, are you certain about the hour or two? Paderic, who had been preparing to charge, suddenly joined in the discussion. Yes, Your Lordship. Would it be an overconcern to suspect something that the enemy relies on is ready within those two hours? No, it seems plausible. Otherwise, a fifth-circle mage would not push himself so hard. It would be foolish to think he would be that negligent. Without the need for further contemplation, Paderic concluded Claytons remarks. What will you do, Logan? What else is there to do? Theres only one option available.The most uptodate novels are published on n0velbj)n((.))co/m With a confident smile, Logan turned back. All knights, prepare to charge! I shall lead the front. Crush them head-on! Yes! Despite McLaines proud weaponry all being blocked, the morale of McLaines knights surging after witnessing Logans miracle remained high. If a weapon doesnt work, find a way to make it work. If the strange magic blocks outside attacks, then explode it from the inside. Instead of golems, knights holding Liberatio shoved two or three into their breastplates. Advance! Whoom. Mana of a sickly green hue bestowed by Clayton wrapped around the knights led by Logan, and the McLaine knights began to charge head-on. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Logan felt his blood boil as he saw the enemy knights from the opposing formation center reacting to their charge. Even with defense as a priority, they cant simply stand and take the charge of knights. Charge! As expected, the enemy knights sprang forward with a familiar voice. I appreciate them accommodating me. Throw!! With Logans command, like the enemy before, McLaines knights hurled blood-stained bombs. Strong-armed force users hurled the bombs toward the unprotected Bifrost knights who had ventured beyond their protective shield. However. Not so fast! Two knights leading the enemies. A force blade like a white whip whirled a brilliant light before them, and a nearly five-meter-tall force blade of red assisted it. Franzs silver force blade, like a white whip, curled around Logan, while Aslan, gritting his teeth in silence, stabbed his bizarrely gleaming red blade towards Logans heart. Hmph! As Logan leaped into the air to dodge the assault, the two shared a cold smile, planning to dice up Logans floating body. Scratch. Snap. But no matter how frantically the white and red force blades slashed through the air, there was no trace of the expected blood spray. Before they could register the unexpected event, a blood spurt erupted from somewhere entirely different. Fwoosh. Suddenly behind Franz, a golden force blade emerged, piercing through his chest. A deceivingly fast combination of wind god boots and ghost shadow footwork brought about the incredulous outcome. Its about time we ended this show. Farewell. Slash! Amid the riotous battlefield, the neck of a man soared high in a brief halt amid the most formidable. Aslan had been aware of his foes tactics from their previous encounter at Tomodo Castle. A monster with abilities unfitting for his level. Still, Aslan had assumed that even in the worst-case scenario, he could easily counter with Franz by his side. But the moment they faced the swirling golden pillar, instinct forced them skyward, sensing he was entirely different than before. His chilled heart ominously intuited disaster, but there were no alternatives in this scenario. And unfortunately, that ominous intuition manifested far faster and worse than anticipated. Slash! Franz! In the instant Aslan witnessed his old friends demise, rage blinded him. Injecting power into an artifact sword, Mobilitas, a tier below the stolen Velocitatas, he accelerated to the maximum his body allowed. Simultaneously, a red force blade strained to bursting from his swords tip, thundering out like lightning. His secret technique, Red Lightning, born from his fallen comrades inspiration, hoped to honor his soul. Fzzzt! But the wish vanished, splitting the vain emptiness. And then. Snap. Your movements are too broad. The scorn-laced voice reached his ears as a scorching shock with burning pain erupted from his side. Golden light flashed before his eyes again. Ah! His excitement soared to terror at deaths grasp; behind him, an unleashed storm saved his life. Boom-boom-boom-boom! Tsk! Caught off-guard and exhilarated, Logan had missed finishing them both off. The oncoming storm of wind blades was too vicious to ignore and continue his strike. Though puzzled, Logan swung his sword within a maelstrom of formless blades. Aaargh! Painful screams came from the enemys midst. Huh? Against his better judgment, his head turned involuntarily to look. Collapsed enemies overwhelmed by bolts of heavy fire and a formerly vast barrier reduced to barely envelop Roger Bifrost and his mages. Crazy! To dismiss your soldiers and focus on me alone? Golden blades lunged toward him in a chilling moment. Ugh! Scratch. The force blade grazed sharply across his side. Aslans hideously distorted face disappeared into the tempest maelstrom in a blink of an eye. Ah. Kab. Da. Logan cringed at the silent message of Aslans mouthing. Sure. Ill accommodate. It was favorable to welcome the oppositions desperate moves. Logans blade grew more radiant with intensifying golden light.

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