I regressed and became the Sword Ice King - Chapter 377

Chapter 377: Chapter 377- Festival 108- Raid on a Rainy Night 47
A blast of flames shot out like a rocket, a fiery afterglow casting against the darkness of the sky as ignis twisted sharply. Away from the blast.

She screamed, startled as the boys whipped their gazes downwards.

What came next was a flying boulder, a molten, glowing crimson one that pierced through the air. A sharp hiss tracing its movement.

The Dragon spun, dodging it in a blink of an eye, but another came. Then another, and soon, multiple molten boulders projected towards them. Mercilessly. Powerfully.

Ignis screeched as it dodged, flying, shifting in the air as the boulders whooshed past her. Wind and rain startled her speed, gripping tightly at the edges of her wings. Slowing her. Stopping her.

The boulders were molten, hot. Like liquid metal, glowing with a malevolence. A terrifyingly fast one.

They came like flies to garbage. One after the other, blasting past her as she dodged.

Rushing in a determined lane with a determined goal.

Forcing her down.

Darrell knew this. His thoughts reeled as they grabbed onto her tightly. Just enough to not fall off during her acrobatic evasion.

But he knew it was limited. After all, the attacks just kept coming. It shrunk the space around them. Limiting their escape route, little by little it spelt danger for them.

Carl bared his teeth as he glanced down, his gaze peering at the clouds below them. Not much of it. Just enough to form a canopy of fog blocking their vision below.

He lingered for a moment, blood boiling within him as mana escaped his body in fumes.

His vision pried and flared open slightly as it glowed in the night sky.

His sight was enhanced greatly, and the scene below began to unfold itself in his presence. Like an opened book.

A second passed, and then another and his voice hitched.

“Darrel. Darrell.” He called.

The former shook, his body convulsing with the sudden wrapping of Ignis as she curled in the air, somersaulting over a boulder.

He groaned, gaze slightly shifting back as he replied.

“What?” He barked.

“below. Multiple robed figures. Katherin seems to be the one leading.”

His gaze widened at the thought, confusion prying open his brain as he darted his gaze downwards.

Elves naturally had enhanced vision. One far superior to those of humans. After all, they were artistic hunters of the bow.

Peering down, he caught movement in his peripheral vision. Subtle, but firm.

Arms whipped into the air as another incoming molten boulder was shot up at them.

Immediately, one of the robbed figures would push another giant rubble to her feet, where she would bask it in a sea of flames.

Simmering it like fresh meat until it glowed a sharp scarlet. Quickly, she would project it towards them and swing it up.

The sight caused his thoughts to drift. Not because of the strength, or control she exuded as she sent the molten boulders after her. One by one. It wasn’t even the crimson mana that wrapped around her like a second skin.

No. This was something else.

Something that made his skin crawl.

He swallowed as he glanced away.

“Ignis, go down.”

Carl whipped his gaze towards him.

“Are you serious? Do you see their numbers?!”

Alas. His head clicked, amusement and surprise playing in his expression as he turned to Carl.

‘He noticed it as well.’

Their numbers were at least thirty. Thirty or so Rouge Lecturers. All are above the Level 70 benchmark.

One could compare it easily to the Red Peacemakers. After all, these people were a lot stronger. A Lot more persistent.

Compared to that, the System Uprisers couldn’t hold a candle.

Yet, the System Uprisers held something deeper. Something that caused their bones to rattle, and sent a shudder down their spines. It wasn’t anything much. It wasn’t deep either.

Just the realization that these people. These salvage rebels were actually the same Lecturers who had taught the pristine students of this academy.

The irony of the situation. The absurdity of how life had flipped in one of the most unpredictable manners simply left them aghast. Lost for words.

‘There’s nothing much we can do about it, anyway.’

Darrell thought with a sigh, turning his gaze away from the scene and at Ignis.

“It’s exactly because of their numbers. There’s no escaping them at this point.”

Carl’s face twisted slightly. Confusion and deep thought processing in his skull.

“What are you talking about? Summon another spirit. Rain, fire and water on them. Drive a drill through their attacks. A way for us to escape.”

Darrell remained silent for a moment.

Ignis wings flapped with a loud whisk. Wind and rain shivered in her wake as it descended from the skies.

Dodging and evading the incoming barrages with relative efficiency. An annoyed shriek escaped her lips as she did so.

He frowned slightly.

“Do you seriously think we can escape that?”

Carl’s brows twitched. Furrowing slightly, a crease formed on his brow.

“…I– I thought you would find a way.”

Silence hung between them, a palpable tension brewing in the mix.

Darrell tapped Ignis once, an intent filling his action.

“This is my way.”

In a sudden blast of wind, Ignis propelled herself with a sharp, curling speed. Their form appeared as a blur as it descended with an impeccable rush, adrenaline surging through their bodies while the elements slapped against their faces.

Carl groaned as he clung tighter, the breeze nearly picking him away from Ignis, increasing his flow of mana as he grasped for dear life.

His teeth barred out, lips flicking erratically with the flow of the air while the air whisked in their ears.

The figures below show the sudden increase in speed. The drastic force it exuded as it approached them like a meteor manhandled by gravity.

Katherin’s gaze flicked once. An annoyance was brewing in her expression as she whipped her gaze to the sides.

“Take cover!”

In the next moment, a sea of earth and flames exploded in a concentric wave. Ignis crashed onto the walkway, landing squarely on her feet with a fiery quake.

A vibration blasted the air, shaking it with brute force as it blasted the standing robed figures back.

They groaned, startled screams of protest escaping their lips as the blast dispersed.

Leaving a dust of scarlet in the air as her wings flipped once. A gust of air blasted the wind away.

It was quickly followed by a glowing red light, a guttural groan escaping from the depths of her draconian throat as she stepped out of the dust.

A blast of fire and lava charged at her opened maw, sending a flicker of a warning to the approaching robed figures.

“Surround the Dragon. Capture the Elf and the child.”

The orders were absolute, carrying the weight of their principles.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Immediately, the blast of flames shuddered the air as it slammed against the ground.

A bestial growl escaped her lips as she darted her head around slowly. Pulling the weight of her lava breath with her.

It slammed the ground, reaching for Robed figures who stood too close or escaped too slowly.

The ground melted under the touch of her breath, a cry of dying snakes echoing into the air as the rain touched the hot surface of molten earth.

The Robed figures walked around. Voices were loud as they shouted instructions.

Surrounding the Spirit beast with precision. An adaptable skill that showcased their movement.

Darrell and Carl remained atop, their weapons already grasped in their clutches.

“We’ll have to go down there.”

Carl scoffed. “This is crazy! Even for me, you know! The Lecturers are at least at Level 70.”

“Hah. Then you surpass your limits today.”

Without a second to waste, Darrell jumped down, flinging his spear like a javelin, the silver weapon whipping through the air with genuine force. Rippling the molecules around it as it stabbed an unsuspecting Robbed figure through the chest with relative ease.

He screamed in pain and shock as the spear propelled further, through the air, pulling the man’s body with it until it stabbed a boulder with a metallic clink.

His body hung in shock, eyes dilating with palpable force before it lay limp.

Darrell was an 8th-star Swordsman. A Master in every right. The ancestral nature of his abilities was tied down to the Elven culture.

The Silver Mirror Bodied Armour. In other words, the Dharma form. Four of it formed now, tall and firm, appearing as a hunch over his back.

Distinctive torsos, headless, with arms that worked like a fifth sense to him. Each wields a weapon of their own.

A body of liquid silver, blessed with extending limbs, wielding weapons of mass destruction.

A symbol of the Silver Elves.

Attaining oneness with their goddess, Gaia.

His dharma arms wielded the weapons together, rivalling that of a 9th star. A rank above his and many around him.

So with relative ease, his dharma form could do much more damage than his physical form.

He stepped into the battlefield with relative motion, short and precise action as one of the Dharma figures stretched, warping erratically in a dance of war as its silver magic staff glowed with a malevolent hue.

Flames surged in powerful bursts, a spark of silver lightning rushing in the mix as it projected out of it, encircling the fiery mass.

It shot out with a ripple of the air. Flames surged with intent, lightning crackling with unprecedented power as a blast shot through the air, slamming against the spot of the Retreating robbed figures.

He spun around in slow steps, striking an attack in every corner. One of the Dharma bodies stretched its arm forward, a gust of light igniting in its silver grasp. Ancient texts stream down its body like tattoos of Elven heritage.

The spear from before vibrated with a low hum as it stretched out of the boulder, retreated away from the dead figure and flew back to its grasp.

In slow motion, their bodies pulsed with silver energy. Destructive nature mana surging within his body.

The staff continued to emit its fire-lightning attack. His sword swung through the air as it sliced through projectiles, spear thrown and repossessed with passing time.

He was like a one-man army. A Master of all weapons, a wielder of mass destruction. Harbinger of flames and lightning.

A descendant of the destructive nature attribute, and he ensured to mark the world with that name.

____A/N____

A bit under the weather.

Sadly, entering the rain twice to make it to the gym on time is not proper.

I will return with two chapters a day once the illness lifts.