I regressed and became the Sword Ice King - Chapter 381

Chapter 381: Chapter 381- Festival 112- Raid on a Rainy Night 51
“My Prince.”

The voice rang in his head like an n alarm beam, startling his step as he bent backwards in a sudden motion. A long sword swept through the air with a clink. Slicing the molecules along its path as it swayed over his head, a mocking reminder of the path to his neck.

He heaved, walked forward with shaky steps, turned around and sent his fist straight into the Robed figure’s face.

BOOM.

A small shockwave erupted from the strike as the figure’s body flew through the air in a gust of wind. It slammed against another Robed figure behind, pulling him with him as they crashed into the ground.

His head darted forwards as two more rushed towards him from the sides.

“What is it, Ignis?! This better be good. You nearly killed me.”

Darrell cried out in his head, startlement laced in his tone.

Just then, a sudden draft of the wind shook the surrounding air, a fearsome snarl quaking the air as a mighty dragon descended from the skies.

Her powerful, muscular limbs landed with a thud, earth-shattering under the weight of her prestige. Wings stretched to the skies in a cascade of dark crimson.

Her maw hung open as lava spilled out, while fire charged at the tip with a vibration of the air.

It hummed greatly as her head darted forward, a blast of flames shooting out at the incoming Robed figures with unprecedented aim.

They cried out, rushing away from the attack, dodging by a hair’s breadth while some proved too slow to evade completely.

They burned.

“I apologize, My prince, but behind you. Our young friend seems to be laced with something evil.”

She stated as she wrapped her scaly form around Darrell.

‘What?’

Darrell jumped over her back as she took to the skies, his eyes narrowing at the scene behind him.

Carl’s body froze mid-movement, his muscles tightening, gripping against his bones. A silent struggle playing out within his even expression.

“What’s going on?!” He muttered, deep in thoughts, when Ignis suddenly spun through the air, wings clenching her figure as she descended like an arrow.

He screamed in shock, a beam of mana shooting out the spot she had evaded at the same time.

“Careful, Ignis!” He cried out as she flew forward, zigzagging across the air until they neared the figures who surrounded Carl.

With a snarl, she roared out with a furious brunt. Throat gurgling with the deepest, scarring malevolence that bore fruit through the flames that blasted out from her maw.

The Robed figures whipped their attention towards her instantly. A cry of danger exclaiming into the air.

“SCATTER!”

BOOM!

Her flames blasted against the ground like a nuclear bomb, melting the earth like candle wax as it stretched across the path.

She walked forward, circling her head towards the running figures. Driving a wedge in the distance between them and the mesmerized Carl.

“Carl!” Darrell jumped off instantly, landing on the earth. Or at least what was left of it.

He ran through the path, dodging the lava pits, and boiling puddles of flames caused from Ignis’ destruction while closing the distance between them.

“Carl?!” He called again. This time, a deep hesitation lingered in his voice. He had reached him now, hands clasped on his shoulders as he shook him.

“Carl?! What the fuck are you doing?” He shook, again and again. A repeated effort that fought to bear no fruit.

“You idiot! Get your shit together.”

A loud whine sound like a whistle blasted in his ear at that moment, a small round object landing on the ground next to his feet.

He glanced down, shuffling his feet away from it as the object glowed ambient.

His eyes bulged open in shock. Body moving before his brain processes the information.

He pulled Carl with a single sweep, the Mages staff Dharma twirling erratically as the beams of fire and lightning flicked shut.

Instead, a dome formed around them. A silver one with glistening mana that cladded them like a second skin, Ignis joining in the fray with her scaly body.

“Look out!”

— BOOM!

A metallic explosion, like a sci-fi boom ticking before he’ll rain loose in gunpowder, erupted with a brilliant light.

A radiance that quickly shook them to their very core as it absorbed them in its grasp.

It spread like cancer, growing rapidly in a dome of mushroom, consuming whatever came in its place before expanding in the air with a ring– then an explosion that rattled like the snap of a finger.

The air shook. Wind spiralling from the effect. Clouds parted for energy as a sonic wave erupted through the air.

Then it died down.

Swallowing the sound that rattled the air like a viper. Before dispersing through the air in dust and brown dirt.

The Robed figures stood apart, gazes forced at the scene as the dust cleared from the skies. Returning the vision it stole from them at that passing second.

Jin was one of the few who walked too close, expectations drawing to a thin line in his heart.

‘Come on, you buffoon. Act like you belong with us.’

His gaze flicked for a moment, a sudden warp in space gripping his attention as his head snapped to the direction.

Movement came like the flash of a light bulb, a silent snarl that shook the air as teeth, the size of a pole, bit through his body like tin foil.

Bones shattered in a snap. Pain busted through his body in waves, and his face did excellently in expressing the ragged shock and pain that assaulted him.

“I–Ign–”CRUNCH!

Before his voice could escape fully, his body snapped into two with a metallic bite, wings flapping into the air as she darted into the smoke like a shadow.

Screams of pain and shock assaulting the air as she laid waste to the determined battlefield.

One after the other, the cries grew loud. Vivid and structured, agony and torment, doing ballet in the crying skies.

Blood flicked through the air like spray paint, mixing with the rain drops as it fell with heavy thumps.

A warning to the next victim that came a second too late.

At least until a different sound was heard.

CRUN—POP

Ignis’ eyes bulged open in shock, her gaze darting downwards to her maw as her teeth gripped onto what was meant to be flesh.

“My Prince! We have a situation!”

Human flesh molded into something else. Something that melted onto her teeth like soft beef. Only, this one tasted bad. Murky and slimy, with a bad aftertaste.

She reeled her head back, taking a step backwards as the dust cleared fully.

Revealing Ignis and her glorious job in her wake.

Behind her was a trail of blood and flesh. Intestines popped out of their figures in a ribbon of hell.

Hearts beating with a thunderous drum at the back of their throats, while limbs torn and ground hung in awkward places. Swinging with no destination nor goal.

Ignis’ eyes pulsed slightly as the human she had a bit into suddenly molded, its skin turning crimson like blood. Its crimson body moved like slime, trailing down her teeth and emerging from her snout, a subtle glow emanating from it.

Her body tensed, eyes brimming with intent as flames charged at the back of her throat.

It grew. Fastened itself against her hot throat before releasing in a blast of fiery might.

The crimson liquid was torn in a matter of seconds. Its blood boiled like water under a hundred degrees before evaporating with the might of her flames. Dust and smoke emanated from her maw as her flames ceased.

Her body remained tense, eyes narrowed at the smoke that fell to her feet when she heard a snap.

Like a stalker stepping on a twig.

She snapped back, wings spreading out as she attempted to jump into the air.

A sudden screech sound pierced the air. Loud and authoritative. A low moan that played the trumpet in a battlefield of blood.

Immediately, something wet and long sprung through the air like wire and wrapped around her leg.

Another screech trailing the previous as more and more wet wires sprung through the air. It encircled her, grabbing onto her limbs like poison vines.

She growled in fury as her eyes darted to the source, bulging slightly at the scene before her.

“My Prince! This is–

Something hard pulled on her entire being, a shudder escaping her lips as her throat ran dry. Her body descended in a heartbeat. It slammed against the ground with a hard thud, a quake trailing the aftermath as cracks spread like spiderwebs from the impact.

She growled harder. Higher. Roaring with the regality that described her in the spirit world. The world that existed in the mortal Realm away from the Mortal Realm.

Yet, whatever bound her, did so with an uncanny thirst for blood.

The murky, crimson whips suddenly shot out something hard. Something sharp. Something that sent a volt through her body as she roared once more.

Not a royal growl. Not even one that showcased her grand nature despite her circumstance.

A scream of pain.

Blood oozed down her body like golden sapphire. Oozing out from the edges of her lips as it formed a fit of clog behind her throat.

The whips shot out spikes that penetrated her body. Blood liquidated and solidified into thorns. Long. Straight. Hard.

And it pierced through her limbs as more wrapped around her torso and neck.

She wiggled, wings flapping with desperate struggle. Her body trembled with the pain that constantly bore fruit.

In anger, her head darted to the sides, where the scene became clear to her. Yet, the logic behind it held a few steps before it.

Bodies rose. Blood trailing round their bodies, encircling them in a skin of red. Intestines hanging out like loose skins. Walking. Marching towards her while sticky, crimson whips stretched from their bodies.

Sharp, powerful thorns protruding from the whips as they began to enclose the surrounding space.

Bodies she had snapped in two. Bodies that fell in defeat from the attack of Darrell, and the Living Robed figures who began to approach as well.

Everything summed up the reason for her predicament. But, how was this possible?

Standing far behind the Robed figures were a few worthy mentions. Javier and his two friends. Roland Sunrise. And the Blood Summoner himself, Yori Kan.

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