The Regressed Blood Knight’s Strategy

[Translator - Helga ]

[Proofreader - Lucky]

Chapter 125

Flames burst from the ground like fiery spikes, piercing through the heavily armored members of the Phoenix Spear Unit.

"Ugh!"

Even one spike was enough to be fatal, but dozens suddenly shot out from beneath the earth.

"Get off the ground!"

Their commander issued an urgent order, but it was already too late.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The fiery spikes had already pierced through the Unit members.

Some tried to dodge by throwing themselves out of the way. Others attempted to strike the flames with their spears or protect themselves with mana, but nothing worked.

The spikes continued to move like tendrils, relentlessly killing the knighs.

"Hold on just a bit longer! There's sure to be an opening!"

"Dammit!"

"Get some distance!"

They believed that if they could block this major attack, a chance to counterattack would present itself.

Of course, that would be the best-case scenario, but unfortunately, things didn’t go as they hoped.

Kane, having used the third move of Blood Dance, Blood Flame, was still able to move.

He hurled his spear at the enemies who were desperately resisting the fiery spikes.

Thunk!

The spear pierced through one member of the Unit and continued on, killing the person behind him before finally coming to a stop.

Kane roughly pulled his spear from the body of his enemy. His eyes gleamed menacingly.

The Unit trembled in fear under his fierce gaze.

Kane’s hunt had only just begun.

With each of his movements, more and more fell.

Not only that, but he made sure to finish off any survivors who had been impaled by the fiery spikes.

Blood pooled on the ground, and the more blood there was, the stronger Kane’s bloodlust grew.

"How disappointing. Is this really the best of what Hatzfeld’s elite can do?"

Kane mocked them as he walked over the burning land, heading toward the remaining members of the Phoenix Spear Unit.

"If you don't want to die at the hands of your master, you'd better give it your all. Otherwise, you'll all die by mine."

About half of the Unit had already been killed by Blood Flame, and with Kane's movements, the number of casualties doubled.

Now, only 50 were left.

Only the strongest, including the Unit commander and squad captains, had survived.

Kane gave them a chance.

With one sideways sweep of his spear, all the surrounding trees were cut down.

In an instant, the forest turned into a vast, empty field.

Kane had completely transformed the terrain with a single swing of his spear.

The remaining members of the Unit hesitated, fear evident on their faces.

"Come at me with what you do best."

What made Hatzfeld truly fearsome was their cavalry tactics.

Charging on their warhorses and killing enemies with unmatched horsemanship had earned them their terrifying reputation.

"Remember, you'll only get one chance."

The Unit members exchanged wary glances before summoning their mana.

Rather than normal warhorses, they called upon their summoned steeds—creatures of a much higher level.

This was their ultimate strength.

The Unit commander clenched his teeth.

"You'll pay the price for underestimating us..."

"I'm not sure you're even worthy of this."

The 50 remaining members of the Phoenix Spear Unit formed their ranks, spreading their wings of flame.

Fire erupted from their bodies as their summoned steeds pawed at the ground, readying for the charge.

"We'll make you regret this!"

With that, they kicked off the ground.

Their fear had vanished, replaced by the determination of battle-hardened warriors.

The reapers of the battlefield had returned, ready to fight.

They charged at Kane, shaking the very earth beneath their feet.

Their spears glowed faintly with mana. These were no ordinary spears—this was a higher-level technique known as Spear Force.

Although the technique was still incomplete, its power was overwhelming. There was no doubt why they were considered Hatzfeld’s elite.

As they charged, they thrust their spears, imbued with Spear Force, toward Kane.

Boom!

A massive collision ensued. The Phoenix Spear Unit split into formations and dashed past Kane, each pass sending out shockwaves and kicking up clouds of dust. Their relentless attacks didn’t stop.

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Meanwhile, watching from behind, Dirk finally regained his smile.

"Of course. It seems the Unit only struggled because they were unfamiliar with his techniques. Who are they to be taken down by a single man? Haha."

The Phoenix Spear Unit possessed overwhelming strength, even beyond Dirk’s own abilities, and Gregor elevated their abilities by giving them special training.

In one-on-one combat, they could easily be matched, but as a group, especially when using cavalry tactics, their power was nearly impossible for even him to handle. That’s how formidable they were.

"If they hadn't let their guard down, the losses would have been smaller. What a shame, right, Master?"

But Gregor did not respond. His face was filled with shock.

"A Blood Knight having the Breath of Blood Phoenix? How does that man possess Hatzfeld’s latent power?!"

Hatzfeld believed they were descendants of the Red Dragon, but that was a foolish assumption. In truth, they were of the Flame Eagle lineage. Even if they awakened, they would only become Phoenixes, not dragons.

The true dragon bloodline belonged to the Pervatz blacksmith family, which the House of the Sun had previously wiped out.

Hatzfeld had been deeply mistaken. They were unable to awaken their true power because they didn’t realize this and were gaslighted by the Meyer Family.

‘He clearly wields the power of the Blood Tiger... But how is he also using the power of the Blood Phoenix? Is there something I don’t know?’ Gregor’s mind was racing.

The appearance of a knight wielding both the Blood Tiger and Blood Phoenix powers was a nightmare for the House of the Sun. On top of that, Kane also absorbed Blood Star, a power beyond comprehension.

To the House of the Sun, Kane was nothing short of a catastrophe.

"Master? You don’t look well. Is something wrong?" Dirk asked, noticing Gregor’s pallor.

"I must act," Gregor said.

"You're going to get involved? But the Unit only let their guard down earlier. I’ll bring his head to you soon, just wait here a moment…" Dirk replied casually.

But Gregor exploded in anger, "Foolish talk! That power is far greater than you think! It’s not something Hatzfeld can handle!"

"S-Sir?!" Dirk was taken aback.

Who was Gregor, after all? He was always a man of calm and poise—a grandfatherly figure who exuded kindness. But now, he was furious, more like Dirk’s strict father.

"What do you know? Keep your mouth shut if you don't want to die!" Gregor's sudden change in demeanor startled Dirk, who shrank back, nervously watching him.

Gregor peered into the dust cloud. To others, it might have seemed like the Phoenix Spear Unit was winning, but Gregor saw differently.

Kane was easily blocking their attacks as if it were child’s play. His attitude seemed to say, "Is this all you've got? Try harder."

In short, Kane was toying with them.

"The only way to tame that beast is..." Gregor’s eyes landed on a group of individuals in uniform. Among them was the Second Princess of the Empire.

Though protected by a barrier, breaking through it with his power would be effortless. Slowly, with careful and subtle movements, Gregor began to shift his body, preparing to use them to suppress Kane’s movements. His actions were stealthy and deliberate.

Gregor cautiously approached the purple barrier, moving outside of Kane’s perception. Reaching out, he crushed the barrier, creating a gap. Just as he was about to step inside—

Thunk!

A spear planted itself right in front of his foot. Startled, Gregor turned to check on Kane, who was still swinging his spear in the dust cloud. Confused by what had just happened, a cold sweat ran down Gregor’s back.

Someone had gotten behind him.

He felt a chilling presence at his back, something he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

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Even while dealing with the Phoenix Spear Unit, Kane kept his attention on Gregor. Dirk was a fool, likely believing that the Unit had the upper hand. Kane didn’t need to worry about him; Dirk’s life was in his hands whenever he wanted.

But Gregor was different. He was the First Seat. Gregor could easily assess the situation in the dust and likely realized things weren’t going in their favor.

Just as Kane expected, Gregor began to move stealthily.

Finally, the moment had come.

Kane had been waiting for this. It was time to use the Shadow Gauntlet's special ability.

The instant Gregor’s focus shifted elsewhere, Kane activated the gauntlet’s power—*Shadow Clone*. A decoy, formed from Kane’s mana, remained in his original position, while his true self teleported to a designated area. The decoy held one-third of his mana, enough to fool anyone watching.

As Gregor tore through the barrier, Kane was already behind him.

“You fell right into my trap, idiot.”

Kane’s spear transformed into two blades. The twin sword forces sliced through the air, emitting a brilliant flash of light.

In a single straight line, the space around them was sliced apart, layers of the atmosphere separating with a sharp sound. Blood splattered as Gregor’s back was slashed, leaving a crimson trail on his robes.

The cost of leaving his back exposed was severe.

His body had been scorched with burning pain from the wound. Gregor bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, fighting to endure the agony. If he hadn’t twisted his body at the last second, he would have been cut into dozens of pieces.

He had reacted just in time, and the injury wasn’t as fatal as it could have been.

“You coward!” Gregor spat through gritted teeth.

Kane maintained the energy of his sword as he mocked Gregor, a sneer tugging at his lips.

“Tch, who are you calling cowardly? You were the one trying to target helpless children,” Kane taunted.

Gregor, still wearing his facade of kindness, responded calmly, “I only wished to end this needless bloodshed quickly.”

To Kane, the sight was nauseating. He had seen that same false demeanor countless times when he was still Ray. The memory of realizing Gregor’s true nature turned Kane’s stomach even now. Gregor, a man who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, whether it meant killing the old or the young. A murderer in every sense, though hailed as the lord of the hundred spears—a title won through lies. The truth was that Gregor had only earned his so-called glory after creating a crisis, which he then “heroically” resolved after being caught trying to force himself upon a woman.

“Does Hatzfeld know about your preferences?” Kane asked with a cutting grin.

“What do you mean by that?” Gregor asked, his voice neutral.

“Your perverse tendencies. The way you can’t control yourself around children. The young priests who followed you to Hatzfed weren’t just your loyal soldiers—they were your way of satisfying your urges, weren’t they?”

Gregor’s brow twitched at the accusation, though he tried to remain composed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh? Still holding back, huh? Or maybe someone from the House of the Sun caught wind of it and gave you a warning?” Kane pressed, his words laced with venom.

At this, Gregor’s eyes burned with rage, the mask of calm slipping. “Who are you, really?”

Without answering, Gregor summoned a barrier of mana, creating a space where only the two of them could converse. It was an admission of guilt, confirming Kane’s suspicions.

“I am the reaper sent to kill you,” Kane replied, his voice steady.

“Do you think you can toy with me?” Gregor roared, anger boiling over.

“Toy with you? Does this look like a game to you?” Kane’s body flared with violet mana, the overwhelming force quickly dominating the surrounding space.

“You will die here today, Gregor Elser, First Seat of the House of the Sun,” Kane declared, his voice chilling and final.

[Translator - Helga ]

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