Regressor of the Fallen Family - Chapter 350

Chapter 350 Kwa Kwa Kwa Kwa.

head, heart, lungs and limbs.

An onslaught of vortexes that seem to target seven areas of the body at the same time.

It was his famous season that gave Grit Einzhein nicknames such as the Knight of Slaughter and the Devil’s Spear. It was notorious that if you failed to block even one of them, you would die, or even if you survived, you would not even be able to leave a body intact due to the successive attacks.

But Logan’s move to block it was simple.

Rumbling.

From the holy sword he was wielding, a huge giant sword rose like a pillar.

The brilliantly shining silver pillar was mixed with ‘yellow light’, but the only Auror user who recognized it was busy blocking the pillar.

Wow!

The giant’s sword collided with the seven Aura Spheres, and a roar that shook the stone chamber erupted.

“Pfft!”

“Sigh!”

Both sides bounced in opposite directions, and the knights of the 1st Corps, who had been attacking Logan just before, lost their balance and fell to the ground due to the shock wave.

It was then that the frantic expressions began to disappear from the faces of the fallen knights.

“Ugh!?”

“Why me?”

The gazes of the puzzled knights soon gathered in one place.

To the wizards I thought were allies.

But before they knew it, they had stopped pouring out magic and were gathered in one place.

The moment a puzzlement appeared in the knights’ eyes, a darkly shining gray magic surged from where they gathered.

The sight chilled the hearts of the knights who had already been fooled, but the parties involved in the conflict that actually changed the situation had no power to pay attention to such mages.

This time, it was Grit who corrected his posture first.

“That’s pretty cool!”

A look of surprise appeared on Grit’s face as he attacked with anger. Nevertheless, he rushed back right away without delay.

On the other hand, Guile Logan had no choice but to hesitate one more beat as he was trying to secure the seal he had briefly released.

‘Tsk.’

I didn’t want to increase the possibility of the smoke being discovered, but Greet Einzhein was not an enemy worth dealing with as his level was downgraded.

A strong person who looks beyond even the upper class. He also needed to attack accordingly.

‘It’s a problem even if it takes too many steps to do this.’

The moment when Logan frowned and tried to raise his sword again.

“Power Word! Obey!”

A strange shout that shook the space in all directions was heard from among the mages who had been slightly behind a little while ago.

As I glanced around, I saw a gray pentagram drawn beneath the feet of the mages lined up. And a surprisingly large amount of magical energy surges from there.

Before the surprise could even pass, the soaring magical power turned into a huge beam of gray lightning and struck Logan.

Flashing.

The magical power was so terrifying that the charging Grit stiffened his expression and took a defensive stance. As soon as the magical power overtook Logan, a loud voice rang out in his mind.

– Obey!!

Jjiiiing.

Noise pollution is so great that your ears shake and you lose your sense of balance in an instant.

It felt as if I had been attacked by powerful sonic magic.

But at that moment.

“Stop, Count Grit! We’ve subdued him!”

Grit, who was about to take an attack stance again, heard the mages’ confident voices.

‘hmm?’

Grit’s body stopped again, but Logan did not move even though he was clearly looking at the gap.

‘Is this…’

The enormous gray magic power swirling fiercely inside him was being torn apart by the force as it tried to access his mind.

I still didn’t know what Gibrik Cassel meant by the power of origin, but seeing him easily change magical power even with much less power made me realize that my power was the polar opposite of theirs.

However, Logan stopped trying to completely crush the magic power and chose to observe the situation for now.

“What do you mean, Gareth?”

Grit was wary of Guile, but when he didn’t move at all, he glared at the mages with burning eyes.

There are not two but five mages.

This meant that three of them were capable of deceiving even his senses, so there was nothing left to do against them now.

Nevertheless, Greit could not bear to bow down to them and go in because of his subordinates who had been manipulated and his pride.

But Gareth answered with a smile, as if he didn’t care about his feelings at all.

“It means that the author is no longer able to resist our words.”

“…What kind of nonsense is that?”

By Grit’s standards, it was completely nonsense.

The surviving knights also looked puzzled.

“Let me show you the proof.”

When Gareth turned his head and looked back with a confident smile, an old mage smiled darkly and nodded.

Soon a bloody voice rang out.

– Cut off the left arm.

Then Guile immediately raised his sword.

Sigh.

“Huh!?”

Guile swung his sword without hesitation, and bright red blood soon burst out from his left arm.

However, the arm was not completely cut off as ordered by the magician. The blood from the stab wound on the skin was just dripping down.

“…Off.”

This was because Guile, whose eyes were red and bloodshot, was holding his right hand with his left hand.

While the knights, including Grit, frowned at the bizarre sight, the mages were surprised but a little impressed.

The silver aura burning from the sword seemed to feel a little different to them.

– stop. Wait until the next command!

As the strangely echoing voice continued again, Guile, who had been moaning in pain, immediately stood upright and plunged his sword into the floor.

thud.

A figure kneeling on one knee while holding a sword stuck on the floor of a stone chamber.

Anyone could tell that his actions were unintentional, as the veins on his red face were protruding, but his body no longer moved.

“As expected, the resistance of the holy sword…”

“It’s amazing. It can withstand the great magic that consumed five blood jade like this.”

“As expected… it’s a good thing you came.”

The sound of mages whispering was heard.

Although most of the words were unintelligible, there seemed to be no doubt that these strange people had completely defeated their target.

But Grit was extremely uncomfortable with this absurd conclusion.

A knight who competed with himself to become a puppet in an instant.

Beyond the regret I had for my enemy, I felt a strong sense of discomfort that magic like this could not be tolerated.

And to hide his displeasure, Grit’s feet naturally moved towards Guile.

“Then I’ll decorate the last one.”

But there was an unexpected interruption.

“Please be patient, Count. Wouldn’t it be better to use an enemy that has already been subdued as a tool?”

Grit’s eyes narrowed at the voice blocking his path.

“…Is there any point in keeping him alive?”

“Shouldn’t we find the treasure in the ruins? I’m sure you don’t think that sword is everything, do you?”

Greet’s expression hardened at those words.

“Besides, a superhuman’s power would be valuable to the empire, right?”

“What’s the point in taking Liberty’s superhuman to the Empire?”

Gareth smiled bitterly.

“There is a way. And I don’t know, but we have invested a lot of resources right now, so we will be able to get our money’s worth if we bring the author back alive.”

Break even?

‘A knight who has reached the level of a superhuman is equivalent to an unknown resource.’

Grit’s face hardened even more.

However, Gareth did not pay him any mind and spat out even more unpleasant words.

“You probably know that even the emperor tolerates our existence.”

“Insolent!”

Grit’s voice was filled with instinctive life.

Calling the one who is his lord and master of the world, just emperor?

The loyalty of an imperial knight who does not care about the superiority or inferiority of military power naturally moved his body, and a spear was aimed at Gareth’s neck.

“Ah, you can’t speak. It means that you have permission from His Majesty the Emperor.”

Cluck cluck.

Gareth clicked his tongue strangely as he looked at him, but his expression showed no signs of apology at all.

However, Grit chose to take a step back.

“…Be careful what you say from now on, wizard.”

I felt uncomfortable and didn’t even want to call his name.

“Haha. Of course.”

But Gareth just smiled, whether he knew what was in his mind or not.

Grit didn’t like seeing that, so he turned his head away.

‘Once the goal has been accomplished.’

The enemy who undermined the emperor’s dignity was completely suppressed.

Although they were wizards who manipulated the knights and used bizarre tricks, there was no need to immediately oppose them since they were allies.

‘We are not backing down because we lack force.’

Grit gritted his teeth inwardly, making excuses to himself.

Then he walked with long strides and approached the kneeling enemy.

“Anyway, that sword is the treasure of the ruins, right?”

“That’s right. Perhaps because of that treasure, he was able to fight on par with Sir.”

Greet tilted his head at Gareth’s words.

According to my impression after playing a few moves, Iza’s power was never at the level of relying on artifacts. In fact, it was difficult to imitate the force equivalent to the upper level of an Auror user even with a 6-class artifact called an ancient relic.

But if that is true.

‘It will be a treasure worth presenting to His Majesty.’

That thought comforted his uncomfortable mind a little.

But the moment he stood in front of his kneeling enemy.

“Invisible hold.”

“Terroble blind.”

“Mind breaker.”

– Kyaaa!

With a chorus of eerie voices, his body stiffened, his vision soon turned pitch black, and he had visions of all kinds of ghosts rushing towards him.

‘urg!’

A sudden change of heart.

However, Grit’s powerful spirit and force instinctively cut off the magical powers that penetrated his head.

It was a good thing that I was raising my force because I was worried that the suppressed enemy might move.

However, just a few seconds of hesitation turned into disaster for him.

Fuuuuuck.

“Big big!”

While he was kneeling, the enemy’s great sword pierced his chest.

“Commander!”

“dismissal!”

– Stop moving.

The knights under his command screamed and tried to rush in, but the old mage’s voice soon followed and everyone stopped moving like a doll.

“Just wash your memories and that’s it.”

“A little knights…”

“So that the emperor doesn’t notice…”

“Of course…”

The somber voices of the wizards flowed into the ears of Grit, whose life was fading away, and his blurred vision made him look blank. I could see my subordinates hardening.

‘Oh, no.’

An unacceptable sight.

Grit’s eyes widened at the worst reality.

He wanted to get up right away and hit the heads of the magicians who were talking crazy, but his already fatally injured body wouldn’t move as he wanted.

“Kkeak kkeu…” His

sorrowful heart and bitter thoughts could only come out as moans, but a small voice was heard in the ear of the dying man.

“Goodbye.”

The eyes that met each other while holding on to the edge of fading consciousness.

Grit smiled at the ‘red-brown’ eyes, which were strangely clear to say he had been subdued. It was because the end of those who made him like this seemed to be visible.

‘…Sick people.’

dump.

The magic spear Greit Einzhein was lying on the cold floor of the stone room, but there were no mages to express condolences for him.

– come here.

“Good job. Guile… was it?”

“What is the name of what will be a battle doll?”

“Still, it’s not a commemoration of recovering the progenitor’s relic.”

“Battle dolls also need identification marks.”

There are only those who cheer that everything worked out smoothly.

Perhaps because their minds had not yet been completely subdued, some of the trembling knights with open faces and bodies stiffened like logs looked more humane.

“This is the holy sword…”

“But why is the reaction so weak?”

“It must be an illusion.”

– Give me the holy sword.

As a gloomy voice rang out, Guile approached the mages and ‘aimed’ his sword at them.

But even then, the mages just looked at him with smiling faces.

“I guess I planted this magic too strongly.”

“That’s right. I guess your intelligence is a little low.”

“Order me again to put out the handle.”

“Wait. A little…”

.

Flashing.

Sigh.

The moment Gareth paused after feeling a little strange, a beam of light erupted from the great sword and drew a large semicircle in the air.

A blood-red circle dividing the neck and upper body of the mages.

“Turn it off.”

“Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

“How…!”

The magicians collapse with disbelief in their eyes.

In their eyes, they saw Guile’s face with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

“Ha, it was difficult to act.”

A voice that only they could hear. But the mages, who were already losing consciousness, could not respond.

‘Now it’s your turn to disappear.’

Guile, who had a fishy smile on his face, soon distorted his expression again and screamed.

“Kaaaa!”

Then he unleashed a storm of silver light with his great sword.

Kwakwakwakwakwa.

Until the bodies of the magicians, who were holding on to their lives with exhausting magical power, were horribly crushed.

Then he started screaming like a madman.

“Uuuuuuuu!”

He let out an animal-like cry and soon began to run like crazy out of the stone room, or even out of the castle.

A training ground where unimaginable events continued one after another.

“What the hell is this…”

“Commander!!”

“shit!”

“Those wizards are making modifications!”

The only ones left there were a few knights of the 1st Legion who had just begun to be freed from the magic of the mage.