Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 291

Chapter 291

No one knows the perfect answer to how one should confront a sorcerer. While it is exceedingly rare for a knight to shatter their limits and become an Aura-user and develop unique attributes, almost every sorcerer awakened possesses a near 100% probability of manifesting new elements or characteristics.

Furthermore, as Mana evolves into magical force, natural spells also become exponentially stronger. Knowing exactly how many tactics a sorcerer can employ in combat is something only they themselves would understand.

Nevertheless, if there was something akin to the right response, it would be this:

‘Swift and decisive!’

Defeat them before they have a chance to act.

Victor, rushing toward Greg, vanished into thin air before reappearing in front of the sorcerer in a blink.

“Huh!?”

Using Ghost Shadow with all his might to produce such movement had astounded even Greg, an extraordinary knight, with its impressive speed.

Victor swung his sword, aiming to slice through the sorcerer in a single stroke.

However.

Clang!

Ting!

His sword struck a strange gray barrier that appeared out of nowhere, causing only a slight crack but failing to cut through the sorcerer.

In the next instant, Victor disappeared again, soon appearing behind the sorcerer and the other mages accompanying him.

“Behind…!”

The only two people strong enough to perceive Victor’s movements, Greg, and Nat, shouted simultaneously.

After a brief delay, the knights charged toward Victor.

Though the sorcerer managed to slowly look back, the other mages could not even turn their heads in time.

That moment became their demise.

Slash.

A light cutting sound signaled the gray force blade drawing a long semicircle.

“…!”

Without even a chance to scream, five mages bisected at the waist collapsed in a heap.

“Damn it!”

“Fall back!”

As Greg and the other knights moved forward, the sorcerer’s bellowing voice was heard amidst the chaos.

Victor, seeing the lips of the sorcerer beneath the black hood curl upward, disappeared like a ghost once again, forsaking his attack on the remaining mages.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

Nat sprang toward the entrance like lightning, having vaguely seen Victor’s movement and its direction.

‘You won’t escape!’

Despite the incomprehensible speed of his opponent, if he could predict the direction, he might be able to respond.

The opponent was, after all, a top-class Force user incapable of using Aura.

‘The same realm!’

Unleashing his secret technique, Meteor Shower, dozens of red Force constructs poured down like rain, blocking the supposed path.

But then.

Slice.

Feeling a chilling sensation, Nat narrowly dodged an incoming gray Force blade that grazed past his rib cage.

Tch.

Victor let out a sharp click of his tongue, his sword poised to strike again. But before he could, the bodies of the fallen mages burst into pieces without any prior sign.

Caught off-guard, streams of blood that should have sprayed everywhere gushed toward Victor, engulfing him like a downpour.

“Ugh!?”

Boom!

The collision of the gray Force blade and the hundreds of blood droplets created a deafening thunderous noise.

Nat seized the opportunity when Victor was pushed back by the impact and charged from behind.

At the same time, Greg also lunged forward.

“Horrible Terror.”

With a soft voice, the sorcerer’s finger pointed at Victor.

To the others, it seemed like only a faint gray glow at the tip of the sorcerer’s hand, but suddenly, Victor staggered.

“Now!”

The moment both Greg and Nat’s eyes shimmered with focus, a grinding noise was heard as Victor’s sword moved again like a ray of light.

Boom!

Amidst the loud explosion, both Greg and Nat, attempting a coordinated attack from front and back, were repelled simultaneously.

The sorcerer, his pale eyes flashing beneath the black hood, revealed the face of a pallid old man.

“An interesting one! Just block the retreat.”

At that quiet command, Greg and Nat ceased their advance, saving Nat’s life.

Swoosh.

As Nat hesitated with his advancing step, the afterimage of a gray Force blade narrowly missed his throat by the smallest margin.

“Tsk.”

Wiping the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and staggering, Victor let out a frustrated tongue click.

Feeling a spine-chilling sensation he had never experienced before, Nat’s eyes grew even colder.

‘This is the same realm as mine? Not a superhuman?’

Feeling goosebumps all over, he stood guard at the door, as per the orders of his superior, ready to block the way.

Greg, too, apparently had the same thought as he poised his serrated blade, Swordbreaker, amid the rubble.

The 18 knights, unable to find an opening amidst the assault of strong forces, lined up against the wall and surrounded Victor in a circle. The arrangement was such that even if Victor attempted to break through the opposite wall, at least two of them would confront him.

Observing this, Victor came to a halt, and the seven remaining mages behind the sorcerer began to emit a sinister black aura from their bodies.

But that was brief.

“Hold on.”

Sorcerer Gerohin, pale as his complexion, raised his white hand to stop his subordinates’ magic and pointed at Victor with his fingertip.

This recollection prompted Victor to summon all his Force, but Gerohin, smiling wryly, pulled back his black robe’s hood to reveal his full face.

“Let’s have a word. It seems like an interesting individual has wandered down the wrong path.”

Had it not been for the eerie bluish glow in his eyes, the old man, Gerohin, might have looked quite handsome.

Despite no real reason to listen, Victor needed time to recover his shaken mind and strained insides.

Concealing his intentions, Victor asked nonchalantly, “Wandered down the wrong path?”

It was just a ploy to stall for time, yet the enemy began a truly intriguing tale.

“Yours is a unique Force color rarely seen. Do you understand its significance?”

Forces that were not the standard red – usually one of many dozen Force users, a rarity not yet explained.

“Just a quirk for some, wasn’t it?”

“Heh, that’s what the majority believe. I doubt they’ve gone so far as to dissect esteemed knights for their studies.”

The sorcerer’s words, delivered with a creepy smile on his pallid face, were unsettling, carrying the suggestion that he himself might have experimented as such.

Victor’s brows narrowed involuntarily as the sorcerer continued.

“But ‘we’ are different. Are you curious about the secret possessed by those with unusual Forces?”

“…It would be a lie to say I’m not curious.”

Half intrigued, half seeking to buy time, Victor hoped his act was convincing as he focused mostly on healing his internal wounds.

‘Just a bit longer, just a little bit more.’

While it was true that Force users recovered faster than normal people, leveraging Force directly for healing was another story.

Since it was the energy of life itself, it was certainly possible to rapidly heal one’s wounds. Sealing a cut was feasible with just some awareness, especially external flesh wounds.

However, treating hidden internal injuries was another matter altogether.

It required a talent to precisely control the Force and a sense to intuit one’s own interior as if seeing it with one’s own eyes.

Victor, blessed with all these rare abilities, continued to converse while secretly mending his disrupted organs.

Right as he whispered that…

“The non-red Forces signify the presence of an ‘incredible’ talent. It’s what manifests when such a person also awakens their Force.”

“…What?”

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