Regressor of the Fallen Family - Chapter 100

Episode 100

“The enemies retreat!”

“Take out the roots!”

It wasn’t long before a smile appeared on the face of Roger Bipros, who was watching the battle unfold with an angry expression outside the castle walls.

Rumbling.

With a loud noise that felt like the earth was collapsing, the entire wall of Tomodo Castle collapsed.

Roger Vipros, a 5th circle wizard, immediately realized that the powerful power of mana was underlying the scene.

Of course, by the time I realized it, it was already too late.

“What is that…”

Roger Bipros could only look at the castle with a blank expression.

His army was screaming on top of the collapsing walls.

Even if a castle wall less than 20 meters high were to collapse, knights would not have much of a problem.

It could only have been a disaster for the ordinary soldiers who were already on the castle walls and were working hard to climb up.

“How dare you bastards!”

The rats, who thought all their teeth had been pulled out, were extremely poisonous.

“We will destroy all the remaining ones! I will take action myself!”

With the shout of Roger Bipros, who had lost his composure, the last strongman of Bipros flew into the castle like the wind.

“Cough. You succeeded, my lord.”

“Run loud and fast! What on earth are you thinking!”

Logan grabbed Viktor by the neck and ran towards the castle in front of him.

The last blow seemed to have worked perfectly, as the enemy knights, covered in a thick cloud of dust, looked devastated and had no intention of chasing after them.

But Logan’s expression when he saw them was more determined than theirs.

Bringing down the castle wall by mobilizing the Golem Tower was literally their last move to die together.

It was just a last resort, assuming the worst.

Even so, it is a move that will not cause much damage to the enemy’s main force, the knights.

The fact that things got to this point ultimately meant the end of McLane.

After returning, the future that I had worked so hard to envision for many years was like a bubble.

That’s why Logan’s heart was so devastated.

‘Should we have grown more stably? ‘Have I overexerted myself?’

I knew very well how foolish it was to regret it even after I had already thought about it and made a decision.

However, as a human being, I couldn’t help but feel regret as the result of what I had planned to do ended up being such a miserable failure.

– All troops line up!

It didn’t matter to those who survived.

For a time, Tomodo Castle was filled with only the instinctive joy of those who were able to continue their lives once again.

Fortunately, Roger Bipros’ voice, filled with deep anger, awakened Logan’s mind from blaming himself.

‘I will fight until the end… until the end.’

If this is truly the end, I will at least inflict as much damage as possible to the enemy in front of me.

Logan’s spirit, pushed to its limit, recalled the slogan of the Resistance, which had resisted the Empire for over 20 years with severely insufficient power.

– I’ll give you my life, so give me your arms.

A slogan full of venom and madness from the Grandia Liberation Front that shook the imperial army.

A joke spewed by souls full of venom in a situation where they were overwhelmingly outnumbered and had no hope in sight.

And so the joke became an official slogan.

Logan McLane, an old independent soldier and former mercenary, was with him through the entire process.

‘I didn’t know I would think about that again after returning to the past.’

Logan reached the promised location, determined to struggle until the end.

However, the moment he faced his father, younger brother, and retainers with haggard faces, that venom could not help but fade a little.

“…I’m sorry, father. I think I did something reckless.”

The family’s forces, reduced by almost half, gathered in front of the castle.

Logan bowed his head in front of the dark-looking vassals who had set up camp.

“…Didn’t I do my best?”

“Yes. But now…”

“Then it’s done.”

“…yes?”

“There is no need to be sorry if you did your best. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have come this far. Thanks to you, I have drawn my sword against my ancestor’s enemy, so I won’t die in shame.”

I was prepared to be criticized, but when I received an unexpected answer, my heart sank.

“That’s right. It’s not your fault, brother!”

“…Ronnie?”

“You said we just had to hold on, but we couldn’t hold on. It’s because we were weak! If only we had held on for a few more days…”

My brother, who had more than five or six visible wounds on his arms and legs, clenched his fists and trembled.

Logan was rather embarrassed that the intense anger did not seem to be directed at him at least.

There it is.

“Thanks to Confucius, I had a big dream. It is better to die on the battlefield than to die of old age in a bed in the countryside. I will fight until the end.”

At Heinkel’s words, the knights next to him also nodded.

“Ha… well…”

Feeling embarrassed and depressed, Logan looked around at the people one by one.

The emotions contained in everyone’s eyes looking at him pierced his heart painfully.

In particular, Victor with a pale complexion and Eilen with a visibly anxious expression.

They were all talented people who would have been a waste to die in a place like this, but their own excessive greed seemed to have ruined them.

The wishes of family members like my father and Ronian may not be the same as the words of a loyal knight commander like Heinkel.

Among the many eyes looking at you, there will definitely be some with resentment.

No, there are probably more such thoughts.

But I didn’t have time to accept all the resentment right now.

There was only one thing that could be done now.

‘It shows everything you can do until the end. doing the best.’

It might have been a crazy determination to drag everyone who could live to hell.

But Logan couldn’t think of any other options.

“…I will see it through to the end. No, I will defeat Bipros. Everyone, please lend us your strength until the end.”

“yes!”

The young madness in Logan’s eyes spread to the remaining McLane soldiers.

At least the moment when I am confident that it will not end in vain.

Biphros’ troops approached beyond the completely settled dust.

“Open the way.”

Jeez. Jeez.

The number of both camps combined still exceeds several thousand.

However, the sound of one person’s footsteps walking through the divided camps of Biphros rang clearly in everyone’s ears.

Roger Bipros, who came to the front of the camp, slowly opened his mouth with a calm expression and an expression that seemed to be suppressing boiling anger.

“This is so outrageous. This…”

Roger Bipros gritted his teeth as he scanned his camp, where only about 200 knights and ‘only’ 2,000 soldiers remained.

Even if you exclude the troops of Max Perretta, who was watching them with a blank expression from the back, there were still twice as many troops as McLane, but this was truly an unbelievable loss.

There is no need to recall the history of the war on the continent. In his personal opinion, if 30% of our troops had been lost in a war fought with more than twice the number of troops, even if they had won, the general deserved to be criticized.

In light of that, Roger Bipros was at a loss as to how to relieve this dizzying anger, as he was now the top of the world.

However, he spoke as calmly as possible.

“I still can’t figure out what they were thinking when they did this. What was the reason for doing this ridiculous thing? Did they go crazy because they wanted to commit group suicide?”

However, the answer to Roger Bipros’ question was completely absurd.

“All armies ready for battle!”

“yes!”

Chachak.

Roger Bipros couldn’t help but laugh as he read the madness on the tired and exhausted faces of McLane’s army as they formed their ranks.

“You crazy bastards. They’ve all turned around. I’ll do whatever you want. Kill them all!”

With that one word, the war that had stopped for a while began again.

“Kill!”

“Get lost!”

visor! visor!

Kwaaaaang!

Plantz and Paedric faced each other again, each wielding their Force Blades, and Logan began a difficult battle with the remaining enemy superior knights.

Although the McLane camp was desperately prepared, the absolute inferiority of its troops was not something that could be overcome by evil.

McLane’s knights, who had been fighting to the death to cut down one more man until they gave up their defense, began to kneel one by one due to being outnumbered.

‘no!’

Logan screamed inwardly as he saw one part of the formation collapse.

If part of the formation that was built with all the insufficient forces collapses, the defeat will eventually begin to accelerate.

And that meant the end of McLane.

That’s when Logan makes his final struggle and makes a firm decision.

Weeeeeeeee!

A strange sound echoing all around came from deep within the castle, and a red beam of light rose from the top of the spire.

And at the same time, the expressions of several people on the battlefield changed drastically.

“Kill! Quickly! Target Macline’s rich people first!”

Roger Vipros, who was watching the enemy’s demise with a cold expression, took out an artifact and began to increase mana.

and.

“Hold on just a little longer!”

Along with Logan’s shout, similar sounds began to echo from the Bipros camp in the distance.

A red ray of light was also seen rising from the direction of Bipros Castle.

Only then did those who were trying for each other’s lives in the madness of the battlefield realize that something was strange about the situation.

At that time, Clayton came running out of the castle holding a whole crystal ball bigger than his head.

“Logan!!”

The sight of Clayton running with an expression full of joy.

Despite running out of mana as a result of destroying the castle wall, Clayton’s steps seemed faster than anyone else’s.

And beyond the crystal sphere, an old man with a white beard was shouting in a solemn voice.

[I say this again. His Majesty the King passed away. The nobles of the kingdom must give priority to everything and participate in the state funeral!]

“Kill them! Execute those red-haired bastards!”

Roger Vipros shouted, ignoring the old man’s voice.

It was an urgent cry, but it was immediately followed by a loud shout that covered the voice.

“Minister of Defense Dylan, this is Tomodo Castle. The other side is not stopping the war!”

Clayton’s crystal ball responded to the mana he had squeezed out and relayed the situation here to the royal official.

The attention of Minister of Defense Dylan Luhart, a royal official who was supposed to be conducting one-to-many communication to see if it was effective, was shifted to the battlefield visible through the crystal ball.

[That flag is… Bipros?]

The moment that voice was heard, Roger Bipros’ face was cruelly distorted.

[What is happening? Count Roger Bypros?]

‘What kind of lightning is this?’

Roger Bipros lamented inwardly.

It’s hard to believe that the king passed away at this exact moment.

An emergency signal that I had never seen in my life and that I only knew in my head was going off right here.

My mind was so busy it felt like it was going to explode, but I couldn’t waste time.

[What is the Count doing? Are you planning to commit treason?]

Biphros’ head quickly turned as he bit his lip.

But there was only one conclusion: he was not stupid enough to do something recklessly.

‘…The king’s succession has not been determined. I can’t give an excuse to the 1st Prince faction.’

This war was no longer the problem.

Roger Bipros screamed with a distorted face.

“Damn it!!”

[count! Now….]

“Bipros army, stop attacking! Bipros will follow the royal family’s will!”

A command shouted while glaring at the communication port as if it were going to be eaten.

Although his expression and words did not match at all, Dylan Luhart nodded with a crooked smile.

[okay. That should be it.]

He seemed willing for a high-ranking noble with the authority of margrave to bow down to a mere civil servant.

Regardless of the minister’s feelings.

“You… rats from McLane. Don’t think this is the end. We’ll see.”

Roger Bipros, with a distorted expression, turned around without hearing the answer.

Both camps, dazed by this bewildering and rapid development of the situation, were staring at the communication port in bewilderment.

The Bipros army soon followed their master with a bewildered look on their faces.

And much later.

After Roger Bypros and his army completely disappeared beyond the collapsed walls.

The McLane soldiers, who had not been able to relax even then, sat down one by one as if they had lost their soul.

“I bought it!”

“I survived!”

“We survived!”

“Damn! I really thought I was going to fall…”

“Aaaah! I survived! I survived!”

One who cheers.

This person wails in joy and relief for surviving.

People embracing each other and running around.

All kinds of human beings were screaming and screaming, each revealing their emotional bottom.

And at the very end.

“Hahahahahahaha!”

Logan, who had been laughing hysterically, almost cried and screamed.

“We won!!”

“Wow!!”

Is this really a victory or a defeat?