Chapter 94

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Chapter 92 of "Regressor of the Fallen Family" starts revealing surprises: Chapter 94 Until the moment Jerome witnessed the enemy lords sword burst with a Forceblade, he... Read on!

Chapter 94 Until the moment Jerome witnessed the enemy lords sword burst with a Forceblade, he still had the fighting spirit. However, facing the unknown golden strike, he couldnt muster any spirit at all. The outward momentum felt on par with his own, but That cant be right.Updated from Despair and helplessness rose in the place where his fighting spirit had vanished. And that only worsened the already dire situation. Finally. Whush! Keuk, keuhk. A red Forceblade, which emerged from his ally Teres neck, pierced his own heart at the same time. My lord, I failed to complete the mission He tried to apologize to his lord in his heart, but he wasnt even afforded the time to do so. Slash! For Padric had lifted his head high into the air with a stroke of his Forceblade. Weve captured the enemy commander! Padrics voice echoed across the entire battlefield from atop the walls. During the war, one sides entire command had been annihilated. In a normal battle, it was time for the disadvantaged forces to throw away their weapons and surrender. But the knights of Bifrost were different. I will take command! Fight to the end! Reinforcements are on their way! Below the walls, a bloodied knight came running, spouting nonsense. Those damn dogs Logan couldnt help but feel exasperated at the sight. If reinforcements were coming, they should already be visible to those on top of the walls. But whether the shouting knight held a position of note, his maniacal cry imbued the remaining forces with false courage. Their retreating steps suddenly halted. Reinforcements are coming! Fight! Poor soldiers deluded by their own side reignited their will to fight. And watching this made Logans heart burn as well. In this increasingly troublesome situation, there was only one answer left. Ill kill them all! Logan plunged into the center of the unnecessary bloodshed created by a knights single remark. Knowing the overwhelming enemy forces would charge the castle, Jarek, who was leading the ambush squad, resigned to sacrifice as he forcefully broke through the encirclement and dashed towards the castle. Though it left only 15 of the original 22 ambush knights, he believed this was sufficient to aid the defensive forces. Ignoring the rain of quarrels pouring onto the back of his head, he raced toward the walls. But the enemy was stronger than expected. Weve captured the commander! The voice he heard upon reaching the bottom of the walls. Brother! The bloodied head held by the knight above was a face all too familiar to him. Rage and fury surged from deep within, clouding his reason. Theyre ordering us to fight on! Reinforcements are coming! Nonsensical utterances induced their comrades to resist. He knew it would only lead to unnecessary sacrifice. But he wished to inflict even the slightest more damage on the ones who had killed his brother. Jarek! Its too late! We should join the main force! Though his comrade Gael assessed the situation and protested, Jarek ignored him. You go. Ill see the end of it here! Jarek! As a clash ensued amongst the commanding knights, those following them were also thrown into confusion. Fire! Bang, bang, bang! As if refusing to give them a moment to decide, the pursuers bombarded them with the tiresome rain of quarrels once more. Go! Only I will remain here! As the knights faced danger, Jarek roared with the last of his reason resounding. Then. Whos going to leave! Accompanied by a shout from above, someone leapt down from the wall like an arrow. The golden light enveloping the sword was an unusual sight, but Jarek didnt notice. All he could see were the mans red eyes and red hair. For them, it was the forced labor that came at the expense of their sleep. As thousands of curses erupted, Tomodo Castles night became noisy. Theres no time. Quickly, quickly! As his master ordered, Griek hurried in a fluster. In his and his fellow mages hands were dozens of Collapse Scrolls. The precious items, each worth a thousand gold, were now being ridiculously installed on the ground. If only we had more time, we could have saved these and tried to manage with magic instead. But there was no time now, as his master had said. It was fortunate that there were leftover scrolls from the dam project, making this work possible. Moreover, the Grand Princes command required a meticulous task: the precise calculation of the limits of the scrolls destructive range, something that couldnt be entrusted to soldiers. In the end, we have to do it. Griek sighed, preparing for the moonlit gymnastics, no, magic. Griek! Are you ready?! Yes, Master! Enan! Turs! Were prepared too! Good! Three, two, one! Flash. With Grieks signal, the scrolls laid out at regular intervals on the ground right in front of the walls simultaneously emitted light. And then Rummmble. As though an earthquake had started, a tremendous rumble caused the ground to crack. The soil swelled up as if it would burst. The collapsed earth shoved the soil outward around the scrolls. And the displaced dirt, following a pre-adjusted magic, moved to cover the gaps in the walls, smoothing out the uneven exterior. Rumble. The continued vibration resulted in a five-meter deep trench dug around the wallsa moat. Deep enough to bury dozens of people, the trench stretched along the wall. Even the removed earth automatically shifted to repair and fill the wallan astonishing sight. Feels like our school of magic is becoming more specialized in construction work. While instructing his golem to compact the ditch, Clayten felt a twinge of discomfort. Of course, there was no time to dwell on such sentiments. Lets move quickly. It needs to be completed before dawn! Noticing his disciples grim expressions as he shouted, Clayten felt less than pleased as well. It appeared his initial goal to provide more training time for his apprentices had somehow gone awry. Nah, its probably just me. With tens of millions in support from Maclaine every year, it was only right to do this much. If Maclaine fell, the Golem Tower would fall as well. They were practically one and the same. Could it be he initially held us to do this No, I proposed the tower. Paranoia, Clayten. You lack discipline. He brushed off the bitter feeling and hurried his disciples with a deliberately bright face. * * * By dawn, the soldiers, pushed by orders from above, climbed the walls and could only look around in amazement. Huh, was this wall always this high? The walls completely smooth, too? Magicians, after all. How did they do all this overnight To the Maclaine soldiers, it seemed as if they had woken from a brief sleep to find the walls had suddenly become incredibly smooth and taller. They were once again astonished by the power of magic. However. Spread the prepared oil on the walls! Make sure it can flow down without any gaps! The decurions should check thoroughly! Yes! They too had to contribute to this great endeavor, and their astonishment soon turned into complaints. Regardless of their mood, their grumblings would be nothing compared to what the sleep-deprived mages from the Golem Tower who had to face Logan that night. Weve made the moat, so are we to fill it with water now? Claytens face contorted at Logans absurd request. The plains and rivers are close, but its still a straight distance of at least 5 kilometers to the nearest branch of the Luter river! If the enemy arrives today, as you said! This is absolutely impossible, just impossible! Didnt we already dig through mountains and tirelessly dig canals? Its just 5 km to the river, and we just need to connect the flow; is that too hard? In the end, their just and rational rebuttals were silenced by the oppressors power.

Chapter 94

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