I regressed and became the Sword Ice King - Chapter 385

Chapter 385: Chapter 385- Festival 116- Raid on a Rainy Night 55
Moments passed and the strong current of the wind began to drop at a drastic speed.

Boulders that rose high in the air from the strong forces had begun to descend, slamming against the ground before breaking into pieces.

The victims within had become a bit clearer now.

Robed figures, basked in their robes of black. Cloaks over their heads and their bodies stretched out in resisting the impact.

These were people from the level seventy. Defeating them was not going to be an easy feat. Especially for a number of first and second years.

Yet, under the luminance of the moon. Within the dark clouds that cascaded across the expanse of the sky, and the rain drops that fell with increasing intensity.

The students approached it with wary expressions.

Weapons out. Mana surged. Aura prepared and attacks pre-determined.

Now, was the wait. The wait for the leaders of their Student Front.

In the air was Jane Lucia with his arms folded, and beside him were the Son Goku twins. Both mounting a white mist of cloud.

Below were the Leaders of the Student Front. An attempt. A struggling one, that pulled the entirety of both classes to form a small battalion.

It was nothing much. Just their way of fighting back at the causes of their predicament. The scorn of the disasters that had plagued the Academy. An academy that had stood for years, nearing its hills because of the revolt of Rebelling Adults.

The System Uprisers.

Amelia Locks. Forzlz Luke. Florjin Quirin. Mayo Flimenarian.

Each in their combat wears.

An armor for the knights and warriors. Robes for the mages.

Most of the student possessed one of those. Secured neatly in their storage ring. Even the smallest of sizes was obtainable with the right price, and it served its purpose at times like this.

Even with that. Securing one and wearing it at all times were two different issues. Both possessing its difficulties.

While they watched, the hazy lines of the flying wind. The pressure it exerted in the air. It’s rippling echo. The hollow moans of the trembling skies. And the bodies that floated within, locked in an eternal play of merry-go-round.

They felt a visceral energy flow through them. Raw. Palpable. Real.

Amelia scoffed at it. An internal monologue playing within her head.

‘If someone had told me that I would be facing my Lecturers during the Festival, then I would have asked them to get a Psychic Mage.’

She laughed at the thought.

‘But to think they would go this far to accomplish their goal.’

Big dreams require sacrifices. Sacrifices requires goals.

Amelia was well aware of this. After all, she was an aspiring knight. A virtuous one that would serve under the light of the Lucia Household.

The Divine Cauldron. The knights of the gods.

She felt goosebumps run down her skin when its name rang in her head.

Lips parting as she licked them slowly.

She clenched her fist.

‘How dare they control students? Manipulate them into joining their disgusting revolt.’

She was a system user, yes. But she wasn’t dumb.

She was aware of the Key system that stood in place. Saw it. Accepted it. Appreciated it.

There was no ‘under-treatment’ in any form in the way the King acted.

System users and Non-system users alike filled the courthouse with the King. They flourished and suffered equally. Bearing their transgressions on their forehead while they walk down the street.

The King’s rule was simply the will of Mayura.

And the System Uprisers? They were blasphemous. Dirtying the name of their goddess. Her goddess.

She couldn’t accept that. And after their collective mind control over the student’s, she certainly wouldn’t accept it now.

With a stern expression. One filled with intent and desire. The desire to protect. She turned up at Jane.

“…”

Silence. Her jaw clenched shut. Eyes brimming with something deep. Pulsing with remarkable brilliance.

‘Jane, Lucia.’

The Son of the very household she wishes to serve.

She held her gaze for a moment. A sigh escaping her lips.

“Jane, Lucia. When do we strike?”

Jane flinched, his concentration cut as he glanced down.

A moment of silence hung in the air for a moment, before he glanced back at the cyclone and then at her.

“Anytime now. Prepare the Mages and start attacking the strays you spot out from the wind. It should affect them while afloat.”

“Wouldn’t that influence the wind up draft though?”

Brett interjected. His voice cutting through their conversation like a scythe.

“Why not wait until it becomes a bit clearer. Attack the moment they began to prepare, there’s.”

Jane scoffed as he glanced at him.

“And you think they haven’t, now?”

Luke sighed outwardly. Swinging his double swords in the air.

“Come on, you two. We don’t have the time for your scuffle. There’s a time and place for that.”

Their attention drew to the ash haired fellow. His hair slowly drifting in the air from the current of the wind.

He shrugged, a frown playing on his lips as he dropped his blade on the ground.

“The both of you are right in your own way.”

He paused. “But it doesn’t matter in the end. Once Roland decides to leave, He will. That thing may hold the others, but it won’t hold him for long.”

Brett’s gaze snapped in realization.

‘True! Roland.’ He thought out loud. A blunder to his deliverance. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and turned away.

“We attack, now.”

He said simply.

A tense silence hung in the air immediately after. Their breaths peaking up from the rush of adrenaline into their system.

Amelia simply had to raise her arm into the air now, and their retaliation shall begin.

Lives will be lost. Many may lose. A few would rise. And the chaos will ensue as such.

It was expected. Rational. Nothing she had not thought of since her decision.

Yet, carrying out the order seemed like a heavy thing. Almost like lifting a 150 kg dumbbell for your last rep.

You had done it so far, and you had done it well. But the last and final always seemed to be the heaviest.

The tension in her arm as she attempted to lift it up became palpable.

Luke simply glanced at her to decipher what was going on in her head.

He stepped next to her, grabbed her arm, turned towards the gathered students and in a fluid motion. Rose it to the air.

In a second, the air warped. Rippled. Shock. Vibrated with a powerful hum.

Mana surged into the air like wind. It’s intensity sending the tiny particles of the atmosphere into a frenzy.

Soon the skies were cast with the luminance of colors. Colors of unification.

Yellow lightning streaming through the skies like electric eels.

Crimson flames igniting with the Volcanic rage of the sun. Casting its fiery intent on the world.

Aqua water flowing like the pools of a lake. Tranquil, yet feral in every form.

Green wind shook the skies. It’s turbulent tendrils forming bolts and bullets. Masses of balls that charged with the purpose of destruction.

Even the earth beneath them shook from the cry of their Manas. The quakes spreading with the cracks that stretched across the ground like spiderwebs.

Chunks of rocks broke out, emerging into the air. Taking shapes wielded by the caster.

Jane watched as the phenomenon played out in motion.

Each step carrying them further into a path of no returns.

He nodded once. Satisfaction etched in his face as he turned back at the cyclone of wind.

It had dispersed to a good level now. The figures of the caged figures could be traced with much more ease, and the dirt that blurred their visions from fully seeing had been lifted.

In fact, many of them could see what was to come.

Roland included. Darrell was still tightly wrapped in his grasp. His intent on not letting him go had been made evident in his consistent effort to keep it so.

His vision was once again cleared. At least, by a good enough portion and now, he could make do with what was in front of him.

But this? This wasn’t in the plan book.

At least, not one he was aware of.

“Oh my goodness. Has the Academy sent for outside help?”

“Impossible! We cut off their connection to the outside world! None of this is supposed to have gone out until the sun rises.”

“Shit?! Then what is that?”

The chatter of the hovering figures. Though, scattered, was loud enough for his hearing to make sense of it.

Every last word, including the panic that began to make itself evident in those words.

From afar, and at first. It had seemed like the attacks were coordinated by numerous skilled Mages.

With an organized group, lined in order and advancing in a coordinated format. One could mistakenly take it for a squad from the battalion of the King.

But Roland didn’t think so. His years of experience and sharp eyes saw through their antics.

Clear cracks laid in their wake. Hastened preparations. Nontactical experience. Worn-out expressions.

These were students who had just decided to fight back.

While that left room to breathe, since they were less of a threat than they appeared to be, it also brought room for something else. Doubt.

His eyes narrowed at the incoming barrage of attacks. A single thought playing in mind.

‘The spells.’ His mouth parted open slightly. Visible shock evident in his expression.

‘They’re gone.’