I regressed and became the Sword Ice King-Chapter 342 - - Festival 73- Raid on a Rainy Night 12

Class Three. The third year of school life is when the maturity and complexity of life for students transform from junior to senior.

This is a year where students attain growth, reaching the 70th level, and working their way to the top.

It's also the year with the most number of Non-system users. Spreading between the Gold and Silver Arms.

This, in and out of itself, made them special in many ways and a piggy bank to the Red Peacemakers who were after Non-system user bodies.

Amid the ensuing night, while chaos brewed, footsteps echoed along the plains of the Academy.

Figures cladded in black approached the Hostel Buildings from behind. A part of the Academy that was hardly inspected because of its vast fields and lack of infrastructure.

One could say that it was the perfect place to attack the Academy, though, at night and most preferably during a storm.

It was an open field, tall grasses reaching beyond the eyes. The rustling sounds that ensued from the field were camouflaged by the rain, masking their scent and movement.

Mila led this troupe of attackers, her blood boiling and muscles tensing for some actions.

Her pupils glowed in the dark as mana surged through her body continuously, providing warmth and energy in the cold.

A few seconds had passed since they left the hideout, and the view of the Buildings had come into play.

She looked up, glancing at the structures and fixed her gaze on the one in the middle, her thoughts reeling in as she increased her pace.

'Third Class, it is.'

Just then, the large masked male rushed up next to her.

"Where do you wish for us to go?"

Morris asked, his husky tone snapping her from her thoughts.

She cast him a glance before turning back to her target.

"Separate yourselves. Ten teams charge at the buildings on my right. Attack on sight.

Burst through the front door, teleport with your artefacts, open a Portal, and burst through the ceilings. I don't care how you get in….just cause as much destruction as you can."

Morris turned his attention away, glancing at the building in the middle.

"Oh, stay away from that one. As well as the fourth and fifth….I presume you brought that?"

She asked.

Morris glanced behind him and whistled lightly.

In turn, a figure rushed next to him, his steps measured and paced with Morris and Mila.

"The Sealing Scrolls?"

"Good. As much as I hate to admit it, the 4th and 5th years will be difficult to deal with.

Seal up their buildings until we've taken care of the rest."

Mila ordered while the masked male nodded and lounged past them, changing directions in the process.

Morris watched for a while, his thoughts reeling in as he spoke.

"The third year won't be a problem?"

She scoffed.

"What can a bunch of level 70s do against us?"

With a sudden grunt, she jumped forward with full force, a sonic blast occurring in the process.

Morris watched in silence as she covered the distance in the air and crashed onto the roof of the middle building.

He groaned.

"Team 7 to 14, go assist Mila Jack."

"Yes Sir!"

They chorused as they dispersed while he headed towards his destination with the rest of his team.

With a sigh, his thoughts reeled in.

'May we come back bearing fruits? For the goddess, Gaia watches over us.'

His body warped into the air, and the others quickly followed in haste. Time was ticking and so was their patience. It was either now or never.

Mila, who was the most aware of that, didn't wait to be told what to do next.

Landing on the roof of the Third year's Hostel, she smashed her feet onto it, a subtle vibration causing the roof to crack and give way.

Her body descended into the fall, crimson flames igniting around her body as her body evolved in the process.

The world turned black, debris and stones rushing with her descent until a sudden crash echoed, followed by a startled scream.

Vision returned to her once more, her gaze darting about until it landed on a female in a nightgown, a smirk spreading on her face.

"Who are you?!"

The girl asked as she sat up from her bed, grabbing a wand by her bedstead.

Mila charged in a flash, flames bursting out from her movements as a cackle escaped her lips.

She crashed into the wall, the girl pulling her cover upwards, blinding the incoming attacker and causing her to bash into the concrete wall.

The girl crawled over and ran to the other end of the room, pointing her wand back at the woman.

"What are you doing?! My father won't be pleased by this!"

"Father?" Mila asked. "Why would I care about your father's pleasure?"

She walked out of the rubble. Her body was smeared with dark energy as it transformed into her vicious form.

Her arms enlarged, cladded with scale-like armour while an armoured tail stretched out from her back.

She whipped it about as horns popped slowly from the top of her skull.

"Are you in any way related to Rhabanz Dreau?"

She asked, her nose twitching ever so slightly.

The silvered-haired beauty widened her silver eyes at her question, her brows furrowing soon after.

'How does she know my father?'

She wondered when a loud thud echoed, her gaze tracing it to find a masked figure standing next to her.

'When did he?'

The male swung his fist at her in the spur of the moment, her body tensing as she backed away, pulling her wand in the process.

"8th tier Spell: Mana Shell."

Mana erupted from the tip of her wand, expanding and rotating into a dome, a hexagon in shape formed around her body.

It increases in size, covering over half the space in her room.

The masked male slammed his fist at the dome sending a ripple to spread from the impact to the rest of its body. It then returned back to its point of attack, building momentum and power as it exploded in a blast of flames.

The force blasted the masked male to the wall of the room, ash sticking to the wall in the process.

This was quickly followed by sudden and rhythmic thuds, causing her to whip her gaze about in confusion. Her expression grew grim in the process.

"Who–Who are you guys?!"

She asked, startled by the sight before all.

Her room was riddled with masked figures, an aura of dread wrapped around them.

They stared at her with hungry eyes, ready to pounce on their prey.

She stepped back slowly with her wand stretched forward while a sigh escaped from her lips.

"You….you're the attackers that have been rampaging in our Academy for so long, huh?"

Though she may have asked, she didn't actually require a reply.

It was adamant by the aura they emanated, and their murderous intent towards her.

While she was focused on processing what was ensuing, Mila was more concerned about…more important matters.

She walked towards one of the masked figures, grabbing his attention from the girl.

"Why are you here?" She asked, her voice low and harsh.

The man flinched but remained indifferent as he replied.

"Here to hel–AHHH!!

A sudden crimson light erupted in the room, crimson flames bursting out of her palm as she grabbed him by his neck.

He was cut short in his sentence. His words were replaced by pained screams that filled the room with palpable tension.

Felicia's eyes widened in shock, her body tensing as she turned around, backing away from the sight.

'To her own subordinate? That monster.'

She pointed her wand at the wall of her room, controlling her circles within and ensuing mana out of her body.

'It's doable…' She thought when she heard the scream die off.

Soon, Mila's voice projected in the room, loud and imbued with power, startling the masked figures.

"Get out of here, this instant!"

Without taking another minute, the group of masked figures disappeared, leaving the room empty for the two females once again.

The tension remained even after they left.

Mila's breathing takes up most of the sound in the room.

The sound alone served as a reminder of the foreign presence in her room, and the danger that gnawed at her.

Felicia needed to escape.

Suddenly, Mila twirled and glanced at her, a smile on her face.

"Sorry about that. You saw a rather ungodly sight."

Felicia scoffed.

"I see one right now."

Mila chuckled as she walked up to the front of her hexagon dome.

She clenched her armoured scale fists, her gaze darting between the girl and the wall.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Felicia glanced back at her and then turned away as a surge of water formed at the tip of her wand.

"8th tier Spell; Ocean Beam."

The water split into tiny droplets of liquid, dispersing in the air around her.

At the same time, Mila growled as she clenched her fist, swinging it against the dome with brute force.

A thunder-like sound occurred, causing the room to shake from the intensity.

It shook the dome, spreading around in ripples, sending waves of high frequency through it.

Felicia screamed out in shock, but her resolve remained adamant.

The droplets of liquid glowed blue, mana swirling from within as the intensity caused them to vibrate in place.

Then, they burst; the sound of liquid popping echoed in the dome while an intense, thin blue beam shot out from its contents.

–BOOM!