Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292

The moment the orange light flooded the room, the knights charging at Viktor seized their necks and staggered in unison. At least Greg and Nat, being top-tier knights, managed to parry the orange-tinged blade that flew before their eyes. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

“Gasp!”

“Ugh!?”

But at that moment, a force clearly superior to the force shook their insides, and as they staggered from the impact, they could not respond even as they saw the youth with red hair and red eyes appear before them.

“Ah…!?”

Crack.

Soon after, they experienced a sensation as if the world was suddenly collapsing, accompanied by a light noise.

And they realized.

Cleanly severed from their bodies were their legs.

“Aaagh!”

“You, you’re insane!”

“Viktor! Bro, you’re here!”

“…How did you?”

Even Viktor couldn’t help but be startled at the young man’s playful tone, but this was not the time for leisurely conversation.

Ronian turned with a mischievous grin, but as he did, the smile vanished, replaced by furious rage.

“I’ve secured the ones with loose tongues, now I’ll kill them all!”

Only after the enraged yell burst forth did a beat later, magic from mages, including Gerothin, pour out.

“Spirit Thorn!!”

As the mages all shouted in unison, grey thorny vines sprouted from somewhere, entangling them and Gerothin on all sides.

Tiding.

Arrows fired in rapid succession by Burdel bounced off the thorny wall and were deflected.

As Burdel clicked his tongue in frustration, a gloomy voice emanated from behind the barrier.

“Corrupt Explosion.”

In that moment, along with the grey mist, the bodies of the dead knights began to swell.

Ronian’s expression twisted at the sight of these bizarre magics, but it was Viktor who, recalling a familiar situation, urgently shouted.

“It’s going to blow! Take cover!”

Even as he yelled, the actual individuals couldn’t move, but Ronian, understanding perfectly, shielded Viktor’s front.

Soon, an orange glow gathered on the sword he raised.

Gwaaaang!

A thunderous explosion that seemed capable of blowing away the entire castle resounded.

The corpses of the knights exploded too, but the shock was blocked by an orange wall, leaving Ronian and Viktor unscathed.

Rumbling.

As the residence crumbled from the explosive aftermath, dust clouds billowed from all directions, yet Viktor was surrounded by the orange wall and unharmed, looking at his friend with startled eyes.

“You, what on earth is this? No, more importantly how are you here…?”

“Oh. They’re getting away! Explanation later!”

Ronian shouted past the dusty haze as he sensed the enemies’ movements, and Viktor, with a stiff face, nodded.

“Right. Go.”

“What?”

Ronian, about to charge through the dust, looked at his old friend with disbelief.

“There may be ties to the Empire. Try to capture at least one.”

Viktor’s mind recalled the recent explosion, urging his friend on instead.

“I must complete my mission.”

“What mission with your injuries…”

Faced with an adamant friend who had suffered major wounds from battling mages, Viktor’s frown deepened. Yet, immediately feeling Viktor’s momentum—as if fully recovered—Ronian’s eyes widened with realization.

“You…!?”

“I’m finally used to it.”

Viktor, with a sly grin, brandished a grey aura above his hand, radiating power as if he had never been wounded.

Looking upon that, Ronian, with a stifled smile, patted his friend’s shoulder.

“Be careful.”

“You too.”

Two friends reunited after years disappeared into different directions, hiding their traces.

***

Rumbling.

“What is this!?”

“The direction of His Majesty’s bedroom!”

“The knights, quickly!”

The royal palace was truly in chaos.

The sudden explosion from the King’s quarters and the trembling palace caused pandemonium, but one middle-aged man calmed the situation.

“Everyone, do not panic! Preparations have been made!”

Even amid the unexpected midnight commotion, the man, all dressed in official attire and with a cool expression, cried out.

“Yes, sir!”

“Yes, Prime Minister.”

“Calm down and do your jobs!”

Upon recognizing the identity of the middle-aged man, all who were lost in chaos stopped and began to move in an organized manner.

“Your Excellency. With this level of control, they must’ve been subdued, right?”

“Definitely. With an explosion of this magnitude, it must be Gerothin’s magic. A mere assassin can do nothing against our prepared mages.”

The middle-aged man, Donati Fello, watched his groveling subordinate and coldly smiled.

However, at that moment, his head tumbled down while his face still bore a smile.

Fushushuk.

As a geyser of blood spurted, the onlookers around him soon screamed in unison.

“Aaagh!”

“The Prime Minister!”

“Call the knights!”

The chaos grew louder. Amidst this uproar, a chilling premonition crept up behind one frozen attendant.

“Where is the King hiding? Lead the way.”

With sweat dripping from his forehead, the attendant nodded fearfully, his pace quickening under the sharp edge of a blade against his back.

Feeling the intense fear as if being on the verge of decapitation, he occasionally made discreet gestures to those he encountered.

“Aaagh!”

But those who noticed ran away, and…

“This!”

Some bold soldiers and knights attacked, yet…

Crack.

Their heads were swiftly cut off and sent flying.

Ultimately, the attendant, giving up on resistance, hastened to lead Viktor to the King.

“It’s strange there are so few knights. Do you know something?”

“I, I don’t really…”

Despite his words, his steps led to the largest room within the royal palace.

The hall where the King conducted official duties.

Smirk.

“The King is in here?”

“Yes, truly! I swear by it…”

Watching Viktor release a disbelieving chuckle, the attendant cried out desperately to ensure his own survival.

“No, I’ve confirmed it.”

Puk.

“It’s just unbelievable.”

Viktor swiftly knocked out the attendant, then steeled his face as he regarded the Grand Hall’s doors.

An immense presence could be felt from inside, clearly not from just one or two individuals.

‘If the artifact was intact, I’d sneak in and cut the King’s throat.’

But now, there was no need for subterfuge.

Grumbling.

Confident, Viktor amplified his power, and the doors to the Grand Hall burst open with a resounding noise.

Through the wide-open doors, stunned gazes poured forth. At a glance, the eyes of over a hundred knights and numerous mages fell upon him.

“Who are you!?”

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