I regressed and became the Sword Ice King-Chapter 365- Festival 96- Raid on a Rainy Night 35

Cold, dull blue pupils flashed open, a spark of crimson exuding from the surface as a weary sigh escaped his lips.

His hands were folded, his body resting on one hip, while a magic communicator dangled by its antenna at the end of his finger.

In his presence was a large orb, glowing and mystifying, with dots of red glowing with primal energy.

His gaze shifted from time to time, tension brewing within while the sounds of chattering pierced through the air.

It snapped him from focus, causing him to cast a side glance at the masked figures, subordinates from the north yet to be given a task.

It flickered with intensity as it shifted to the Portal, which stood a distance away. Glowing with pulsating waves of magical energy, mana at its finest.

His thoughts lingered, his tone growing rough and grim as he said.

"You lot must have all the time in the world for you to converse so much."

The masked figures snapped their attention towards Nicho, standing and arranging themselves in order.

Their expressions wore a mask of concern, guilt laced between them.

"We apologise, Rhakar. We haven't been given a task to complete and have been awaiting orders from your second-in-command."

Nicho stared at them for a moment, his head tilting slightly as he turned to the floating, glowing orb.

At two corners were two glowing crimson dots, firmer and stronger than the rest.

It represented an allure, a connection– Demonic Energy, Miasma.

With a click of his tongue, he muttered.

"Morris won't be coming back."

His eyes narrowed to a slit, a tense silence hanging in the air at the end of his statement.

The masked figures glanced at one another, confusion etched behind their masks.

"Wha– What do you mean, Rhakar?"

Nicho glanced at them, his frown deepening while a scowl formed across his forehead.

"Leave. Join arms with the System Uprisers. The explosions have nearly been set up completely.

They will set it off once the students find an abode within it."

With a curt nod, the group of masked figures rushed out, haste rendered within their movements as they did so.

They bolted through the entry, a familiar aqua-haired walking past them with careful precision.

Nicho focused on the orbs while they left, his thoughts reeling in while a weary sigh escaped his lips.

'Things are getting dicey…'

He thought to himself.

'The students are resisting stronger than before….our initial goal of striking the weaker Non-system users had been completely made futile.'

Just then, slow footsteps made their way behind him.

His attention slowly drew by it for a moment, but it only lingered for a moment. In the next, he ignored it and focused on lining his thoughts.

'The Headmaster hasn't struck, and the higher classes have remained lenient within the seal.'

Well, while the Seal Scroll was of the highest tier, a transcendent one, it wasn't certain if a student with a special class could find a loophole and escape.

'Better still, one of the Great Families act up..'

But only a few of such were actually members of Class Four and Five.

He sighed heavily, his thoughts muddled in puddles, scattered and pieces, unable to connect the dots.

His eyelids shut closed for a moment, giving a leisurely break from the tough battle ahead.

"Is that Morris? He was a demonic human as well?"

His eyelids shut open, his pupils whipping to the side at the girl who stood next to him.

His thoughts froze, lips parting open slowly.

"Ruffia Jones, was it?"

The aqua-haired glanced up at him, a smirk plastered on her face.

"You called?"

Nicho stayed silent for a few seconds. He turned away, arching a brow in the process.

"Aren't you supposed to be with the System Uprisers?"

Glancing at the orb, he tapped it slightly, stroking its ethereal surface as it spun.

It revealed a bunch of tiny dots stuck together, blue in colour.

Ruffia scoffed.

"So that's where they went." She muttered under her breath, her tone laced with a venomous playfulness.

Nicho glanced at her once more, a slight groan escaping his lips while his thoughts reeled in.

'This girl…something about her…'

"Eh, forget about them. They have Javier."

She glanced up at him again, her gaze sparkling with an irksome delight. Frightening yet beautiful all at the same time.

Her lips were a thin line drawn across her face, a smile too devoid of emotion.

'Was she always this way?'

"Do you want something, child?"

He studied her for a few moments.

"I know what children like you seek, but you must realise that you are worthless to me as you are now."

Her smile faded. Faltering for a moment before her head tilted away.

"I know. Mila is still your partner."

"I see."

'Just as I thought, she is trying to jump ships.'

While it was a dick–move, one may need to consider circumstances and better still, evaluate their chances.

Ruffia Jones was a Water Hero, one of the Heroes chosen by Goddess Mayura, a descendant capable of bearing true control of water.

'one that could even rival the mermaids.'

He glanced to the side, the far side where the pipes bore rust. Brown, decayed iron that trembled with slight movement.

Projecting the sounds within the room with minimal frequency.

Behind it was a silhouette, a figure or figures tied together, unconscious for what it was worth.

These were students who, unlike the others, were unable to bear the brunt of the five-member squad attack. They were captured and teleported here by his men, who went back to capture the rest.

'Five…..'

Those were hardly the number they required.

It was far from enough. And amongst them was the mermaid princess, Mariam Aquarius.

'Ironic.' He thought as he glanced back at Ruffia Jones.

"You do have potential, but I'll be damned to take you just to toll away my years."

He turned away.

"Leave. Go join your Cult and finish what you started. If you are incapable of even that, then what purpose would you serve with us?"

She stood frozen, her expression basked in dark tints that outlined her features.

Her brows furrowed, a deep scowl etched, and her lips curled down.

She remained unmoved in her position as Nicho resumed his task. Swiping and tapping on the crimson dots.

"Hah…" he sighed. "Soon, I will have to go there myself."

But he couldn't. After all, Mila would require aid if she were cornered…

His gaze flicked to a crimson dot. One that glowed fiercer and larger than the rest.

'Third transformation.' He thought as he glanced away. 'This Academy is doomed.'

Just then, his head twitched, eyes flaring open for a second, while Ruffia suddenly spun around, her head tilting upwards, glancing at the ceiling.

Their expressions grew dim, silence tracing slow steps in the air.

For a moment, they remained in those positions, but in the next, Ruffia's voice tore through the silence.

"We were found?"

"Impossible. It must be one of your people messing with our plans again."

"I do not believe it could be them. If it were, they should have easily found their way by now, but it seems like they're…..searching?"

Nicho sighed. "Check what is going on and if they are indeed invaders, kill them and bring them to me." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"Then I could jo–"

"If you succeed. I will personally join you in my ranks and make you an executive of the Red Peacemakers."

She paused mid-sentence.

Her eyes bulged in delight as her lips played a smile on her face.

She turned around in silence and hopped her way out of the room, leaving the Rhakar alone in his thoughts.

He stood and observed in silence, his arms folded for a moment when a thought crossed his mind.

"A demonic hero?" The left corner of his lips curled up, a half smile playing on his face.

"That ought to be good."

****

"Do you even know where we are?"

A loud thud, a metallic ring and a sudden vibration echoed along the pipe work of the underground pipelines as a male voice pierced the air.

Footsteps echoed along the path, sending tremors along the way that echoed with a slight Frenzy.

"You were the one who dragged me here. You tell me."

Suddenly, the male spun through the air, his body twisting like an ancient snake, as a dagger appeared at the neck of the girl.

She whimpered, taking a step back in startlement.

"Relax, Louis. We will find her, you just have to follow my lead."

Marian stated, her crimson eyes igniting slightly, only for the knife to dig deeper, scarring her flesh as crimson blood oozed out.

"Lo–Louis?!"

"Shut it." He said with a deep, cold tone. Indifference etched in his expression while he held the knife.

His body clung to her, holding her firmly and sealing all forms of escape. Something precious had been taken away from him, something he wished to find immediately.

And what better way than a Merlin? A family of mages with countless spells.

"You've been saying that for the past hour, and we've been walking for quite a bit, don't you think?"

"Ye–Yes, I think so, but I wasn't expecting a sub-territorial zone within our zone. Something as delicate as that needed caution when phasing through, if not we would alert the enemies."

"You've alerted them already."

Their eyes flared open as Louis released Ciara, his gaze stretching far within the Pipeline.

He clicked his tongue as he took a step forward, his body warping in space as it drifted through the shadows like a sentient being of darkness.

Ciara gasped slightly as she clasped her hand around the wound, vibrant mana suffusing around it as it began to heal.

'Finally. A clue.'

She thought as she rushed ahead, pivoting herself forward.

'This whole thing has been suspicious! Why would the Red Peacemakers have a sub-territorial zone, and how did they gain access to it?'

She racked her brain for a response, but slowly lost interest in it as a sudden yelp pierced the air.

She bolted even faster, a whirl of wind supporting her movement.

I'd better stop that boy! He's on the verge of a killing spree, and even that could get scarier than the attackers.'

Reaching the end, she skid across the path, coming to a halt in the presence of Louis and the source of the voice.

He had apprehended a female, an unfamiliar one. She was adorned in robes, a ceremonial one, yet slits were present for better flow of movement.

She stared at her for a moment, her gaze scanning her features, then turned to Louis.

"Who is she?"

Louis shrugged, wielding his dagger closer to her throat until warm blood trickled to his fingers. He replied without sparing the girl a glance.

"My ticket to finding her."