Chapter 142

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Chapter 142 Regressor of the Fallen Family Chapter 142 Its merely the activation effect of the spell. Endure it! Uttering an excuse that would hardly be believed, he wielded the magic crystal of madness to consecutively cast spells. Now targeting enemies other than the original goal, Wicken Callian. The movement of the Valdermaine knights, who had been climbing over the walls, became abruptly sluggish, exposing their weaknesses one after another, and the tide of the battle gradually returned to equilibrium. Yordan, you could never do this. A benefit of being a mage who could support the prince and make a direct contribution to the battlefront. No matter how Yordan Valdermaine was treated as an equal superhuman, this was something he could never achieve. So come out, Yordan. If an enraged Yordan came out himself, the hidden dagger left beside them would strike at the neck of the second prince, without the need to use the last resort. The eyes of Juan Douglas glistened with slyness. Wicken Callian is already here?! There was no response to Yordans muttering. It was too much to expect anyone to know the full situation of the battle unless they were viewing it from above the sky. Yordan merely smirked, not having expected an answer in the first place. The withdrawal of McLaine was a wrong move, an asset they wanted to cherish and study. Ive saved it for nothing. Use that thing! Yes! Keep pushing! Well soon end this civil war! Yes! Following Yordans orders, several carts dashed beneath the walls. And shortly after. Loud explosions began to erupt in various places atop the walls. Boom! Bang! Rumble! Break through! Continue the advance! Hurry the soldiers! The firepower of the Liberatio turned the tide of battle back towards the second princes forces. And with that momentum, the advance of the second princes army continued. The first princes army, despite the addition of Wicken Callian and the high walls, started to be gradually overwhelmed. However, the first princes army had its own trump card yet to play. Detonate everything!! The moment the ice tower mages on the wall shouted, a series of white explosions of cold erupted, minimizing the impact of the explosions caused by the Liberatio. Soon enough, the stockpile of Liberatio held by the second princes forces ran critically low. Blizzard Scrolls!! They still had that many. Crafty devils! To think that a trump card would be completely revealed here. While both sides leaders spat curses simultaneously, screams continued to burst forth from the ramparts. Neither the attackers nor the defenders could afford to retreat. Their weapons are finished! Destroy them all! Theyve played all their cards! Finish it! The second princes army, minus McLaine, sought to secure the upper hand. The first princes army faced an uncertain future if it lost its momentum. The battle between the two factions, unable to retreat, produced the most intense battlefield since the civil war began. When the battle ended that day. Both sides, having suffered massive casualties, had no choice but to enter a standoff once again. However, the outcome of that days battle held more significance than any of the previous ones. The major nobles from both factions, who had been fighting while carefully avoiding damage to their direct forces, suffered the most losses since the outbreak of the war. I think Ill head to the capital right away. Now? Immediately? Yes. The sooner, the better. Then go. Ive come this far trusting your words, so I should trust you to the end. Thank you, father. To thank me, you would have done it even if I opposed, right? Ah Haha. Well, surely not. Feeling slightly caught, Logan averted his eyes, and Patrick chuckled, his expression finally softening a bit. Yes. That too. Knowing that his sons strength had now clearly surpassed his own, Patrick ended the conversation with a proud smile. And that night. A figure darted from the McLaine camp and vanished like the wind to the northeast. On the road back to their territory. Rumors circulated within the McLaine army that the heir, having relapsed from injuries obtained in a clash with a superhuman, had emptied a carriage and was receiving focused treatment while restricting access. As evidence for the rumors, elite knights were seen standing guard around the carriage. But the soldiers, elated at the thought of finally returning home, gradually paid little attention to the absentee heir. * * * Let us in! We too are citizens of this nation! Open the city gates! In the capital of the kingdom, Grandia, the massive citadel Gran was brimming with a staggering crowd of people from a distance. As the civil war caused turmoil nationwide, the number of refugees seeking the safest city, Gran, had been increasing. What these refugees didnt realize was that the population of Gran was already overflowing beyond its capacity. The number of residents living outside the citadel, surviving compared to citizens living inside and outside the main and secondary walls, was much greater in this sprawling metropolis. And even those outside residents could not now enter Grans interior. Knights with the emblem of a phoenix rising to the heavens were ruthlessly driving back the very citizens they were supposed to protect. Ah! Why! Why?! If you come any closer, well cut you! Back off!! Amidst the clamor of screams and overwhelmingly loud cries of anger, a brown-haired, brown-eyed mercenary frowned. When did it come to this? What would I know? Those crazy lot wont let people in, wanting to save themselves I tell you, Im losing my mind! It took me a good two weeks to walk here! Oh, Lord, Im boiling with rage! Young man, are you a mercenary? Ah, yes. Well, for now Good on you for making it. Apparently, those faction whatsits, theyve started conscripting low-rank mercenaries from all over. Is that so? Luckily for me then, I guess. The mercenary uttered that he was lucky but maintained an oddly stern expression. Its much earlier than in my previous life. With that in mind, the current crowded situation When the nobles just fought among themselves, it was at least manageable. But now, theyre dragging people from every castle, pillaging crops how can we survive this mess? A haggard-looking middle-aged man lamented while the mercenary, Logan, could only wear a bitter expression. The fact that the nobles were conscripting even the lowly mercenaries they wouldnt usually spare a glance meant one thing. They will wage an all-out war without looking back. All of this was the result of his actions. The events that had unfolded in his previous life were now occurring a full two years ahead of schedule. After all, it was something that needed to be done. To swiftly put an end to this chaos. With his lips tightly pursed, Logans figure vanished like a lie in the midst of the crowd. Since youre a mercenary, maybe talk to those knights over there Oh, heavens? Where did he go so suddenly? One of the disheartened refugees was left searching for the suddenly vanished conversation partner.

Chapter 142

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