Regressing as the Reincarnated Bastard of the Sword Clan

Chapter 308

The once lush green areas.

The newly sprouted saplings from the fallen giant trees.

The refreshing valley was once again being dyed in the color of death.

It had only been a short time since the disastrous conflict that could be called a calamity had passed.

And yet again, the forest of the Naga tribe was being stained with a vicious, blood-red hue.

"Stop them! We cannot afford to lose any more ground!"

The new commander of the Naga Tribe's 1st Legion, Hoil, shouted loudly.

He knew he had to lift the morale of the soldiers.

But his voice only carried pain.

The 2nd and 3rd legions had collapsed and could no longer function.

Only the 1st Legion remained, and even its veteran soldiers had fallen.@@@@

Hoil had been urgently assigned to take command, but the frontlines were being pushed further back every day.

"Hold on! Show the strength of the 1st Legion!"

Hoil’s gaze flicked rapidly from one side to the other as he shouted encouragement.

But—

‘Please...’

Wherever his gaze fell, their comrades were torn apart by huge claws.

It was painful.

It made him want to gouge out his eyes.

It was easy to witness comrades falling in battle.

But—

His eyes didn’t only stay on his own soldiers.

"Don't look..."

A horrific horde made up of various creatures.

Its body was covered with Naga limbs.

On one side was the face of a Naga.

On the other side, scales covered its body.

As it moved, the limbs of hundreds of Naga shook with it.

The soulless eyes of the fallen warriors seemed to gaze up from the ground.

Hoil stared at this abomination, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

The previous commander, a seasoned veteran, might have launched a charge akin to suicide.

The current 1st Legion commander looked upon his predecessor.

- Your fate is my fate.

It was as if the severed face of that monstrous being was speaking these words.

And so, Hoil desperately endured.

If he died now, there would be no one to carry on the leadership of the Naga tribe.

Thus, he could not afford to die.

The holy land was now within reach.

Hoil slapped his cheek to steady himself.

‘How did the Naga tribe end up like this?’

The Naga tribe was known for their calm nature and were called the sages of the world.

Perhaps because of this, many nations had overlooked them.

They are a race that cannot fight.

Thus, many nations coveted their knowledge and waged wars to annex the Naga forests into their territories.

And with just one war, the world came to realize the truth.

It was fortunate that the Naga were not a warlike race.

Their military power rivaled that of the Mage Tower, and some of their spells had already replicated the might of the magic of the gods.

These legions were now being mercilessly consumed.

Shattered bodies lay everywhere, and some warriors were even fleeing with their backs exposed.

"Is the magic bombardment ready yet!?"

"It’s... almost done!"

"Deploy it now!"

"Yes, yes!"

At Hoil's command, the magical forces quickly prepared their spells.

Whirrr—!

The magic circles that rose into the air spun rapidly and greedily absorbed mana.

Some of the magic circles now in the air were some of the most powerful spells of the godly age.

The shockwaves from them could obliterate everything around them.

The incantations echoed as magic missiles of various colors and elements erupted from the circles, striking the target with explosive force.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The magic hit the target directly, and the dust and debris of the forest were sent flying in all directions.

Hoil watched the thick mist swirl, his eyes widening as he stared.

He was essentially pushing his son into danger.

"...Please, be careful. I will definitely bring reinforcements from Ragnar."

They both cried as they looked at each other.

Then Mailrun, accompanied by three warriors, secretly left the holy land.

***

After the grand funeral, the Narsio estate was entrusted to the White Dragon for stabilization.

As the head of the guards, the White Dragon had been reluctant, but once it was promised that other personnel would be dispatched later, he finally agreed.

“Then, I will see you later.”

Theo patted the White Dragon’s shoulder, and then, together with the Black Dragon and Julius, they left the patriarch’s office.

“Are you leaving?”

Ralph stood at the entrance, greeting them with a warm smile.

“There’s still much to be done. I would like to leave this place in your hands.”

“Leave it to me. Lord Felix has already returned to the imperial capital.”

At this, Theo smiled faintly.

It was as though he was saying that further actions were unnecessary.

It was a gesture that suited him well—clean and to the point.

“I see. Then, take care. I’ll see you later.”

“Yes, travel safely.”

After a brief exchange with Ralph, Theo headed towards the Ragnar estate.

After being welcomed by the residents of the estate at the gate, he entered the office and immediately stretched his stiff body.

“Here are the reports that came in while you were away.”

“...”

Despite just returning, the Black Dragon handed Theo a thick stack of documents, as usual.

Theo almost sighed, but the small number of papers compared to usual was a slight consolation.

“By the way, I didn’t expect them to send the best knight order from the imperial palace. Seems like they still have their eyes on the North.”

The Black Dragon chuckled, almost in disbelief.

“They couldn’t say a word while my father was here, but as soon as he’s gone, they start pushing hard.”

And they even sent a flying ship for the mission.

“That’s the kind of people they are. Still, the Gold Lion Knight Commander seems like an upright person.”

Theo nodded in agreement.

Had they fallen into the imperial family’s grasp, much blood would have been spilled right there.

“It seems we should start preparing strategies for the imperial family soon.”

He said this, stamping the last document, and stood up from his seat.

“Let’s prepare it step by step. You’ve worked hard.”

The Black Dragon patted Theo’s shoulder and left the office, while Theo followed him and headed to his bedroom.

It felt like it had been a long time, and the feeling was a bit strange.

“Or has it actually been a long time?”

He thought to himself as he changed into his nightwear, ready to relax for the first time in a while.

Then—

“Urgent report!”

A frantic shout echoed from outside.

Theo briefly glanced at his attire, smiled bitterly, then quickly changed into regular clothes.

There was no need to go to the office, so he headed straight to the entrance.

But then—

‘The smell of blood?’

A pungent, metallic scent filled the air.

And at the entrance of the patriarch’s office, a member of the Naga tribe was collapsed, struggling, and a messenger was rushing up the stairs.

“L-Lord!”

The messenger, upon seeing Theo, was startled, knelt, and immediately saluted.

“Bring the physicians quickly for treatment.”

“Yes!”

The messenger hurriedly dashed out, and Theo approached the fallen Naga warrior, gently lifting him and heading toward the reception room.

He could manage simple first aid, so he began tending to the warrior's injuries.

“Ugh... Ugh...”

The Naga groaned and weakly opened his eyes.

“Are you awake?”

“W-Where... am I?”

“You’re in Ragnar. No need for formalities. Please, briefly explain what happened.”

Theo spoke, immediately getting to the point.

Something had clearly happened in the Naga forest, and it seemed urgent, like a situation demanding immediate attention.

“P-Please save our tribe... Cough, cough!”