I regressed and became the Sword Ice King-Chapter 349 - - Festival 80- Raid on a Rainy Night 19

With a curt breath, she turned back to the girls.

"How long do you think it'll take before they show themselves.

You've barricaded the way down here through the stairs…."

She glanced at the door.

"So they'll have to come through the front door?"

Sophie shrugged.

"If there's anything we've learnt from these people. It's that they adapt to the situation, and someone gives them instructions based on the situation.

They must have chosen to attack system users as well for a similar reason.

So, if you ask me, they will attack from anywhere at any time."

"Yes, I was wondering why they would attack us specifically, knowing fully well that we were quite strong.

If anything…"

Elsie tilted her head at her statement while Sophie and Rona glanced at her in unison as they retreated to their thoughts.

It seemed like somehow, they had come up with the same conclusion, though, saying it out loud without proof would most likely do more harm than not.

That was their reasoning at the moment.

Professor Rona clicked her tongue as she glanced back at the other Lecturers.

'I need to give instructions before they attack.'

Though Elsie's sudden flinch as she pulled her fist in the air in a stance crossed out her plan.

"Elsie?"

Sophie muttered as she readied her scythe.

"They're coming."

BOOM!

A blast of energy swept through the lobby as the rubble of dirt and rocks blew apart. Its pieces crashed against the wall of the Lobby and the glass doors, causing a startling scream to exude from the students.

A few thought, were fully aware of their predicament as well as the cause of it. They were given direct instructions as they remained undercover within the group of Year One students.

Amongst them were Javier Wright and his cohort.

They sat in the middle of the mass, circling around one another, back against one another, and silence ensued around them.

Despite the commotion that swirled around them, they remained unyielding, masking their emotions in a mask of ice.

Communication was nearly unattainable at this point. After all, there were people around, and a Psychic mage wasn't among them.

Sending a mental message was a pipe dream for the cohort.

Despite that, communication, though difficult, was still possible.

Javier sighed inwardly at the commotion that began, his gaze narrowing as he caught a glimpse of two males standing on their feet.

Darrell Silvan and Jane Lucia.

He sighed when Yon Duke tapped him.

"What's the plan? Things are getting dicey here, and you heard from her what was going to happen next."

He whispered, pulling near to the former.

In this way, they communicated, their voices masked by the chaos around them.

"Are you stupid? We can't do anything right now. We have to wait till the explosives go out."

Javier replied, his tone hushed and silent, enough for the others not to get a glimpse of what he said. Of course, other than his group of friends.

He nodded, turning his attention to the scene that unfolded as a sigh escaped his lips.

Javier shook his head, sighing as well.

He understood the emotions his friends could be experiencing at the moment.

The uncertainty that came with their decision, and perhaps even the hope that all may go well.

'This is the System Uprisers for damn sake…'

He thought, attempting to assure himself of the situation.

Well, he could contemplate and fight over his thoughts on the issue, but his personal feelings on the whole matter seemed to contrast.

'Perhaps this whole thing is just one dumb rebellion.'

Maybe he viewed the whole matter from one side of the coin, or one angle, while ignoring the rest.

Yes, the System Uprisers had a hand right now. After all, they had checked most of the problems that could occur.

'The Senior Hostels are most likely going to be sealed. The principal hasn't shown himself yet, but what can he do against two executive members of the Red Peacemakers?

Back up was called in as well….so what could possibly go wrong?'

The deeper he contemplated, the bigger his confusion and, therefore, his doubt became.

'Why does this whole thing feel rushed? I understand the need to take over the Academy and with the Red Peacemaker's help. It will be possible to achieve it…'

But when it came down to it, what were truly the chances of them winning?

His thoughts reeled in, spinning and pooling out a response from the set of events, scenes and facts he came up with. But in the end, nothing came out, not a response and not a solution.

With a sigh, he pulled himself away from his thoughts and focused on the scene at hand.

'Go with the flow for now….depending on how it goes…..'

His gaze narrowed, his brows furrowed, and a slight frown formed on his face.

'We change sides.'

*****

With the attention of the students drawn to the sudden outburst of dirt and debris, the Lecturers acted immediately.

They rushed next to Professor Rona, pulling out their weapons and gear, ready for the battle.

Five were present, Professor Rona being one of them. The others were Sasha Tani, the only mage and three fighters. One knight and two warriors.

At this point, a battle was bound to commence.

A tense silence ensued in the room as the students muttered amongst themselves, fear gripping onto their hearts rapidly.

The intense adrenaline sparked their fight-or-flight mode and prepared them for the inevitable.

Of course, this emotion was devoid of most. After all, these people weren't after them. They were after the Non-system users, so why should they?

With that, the complex mix of emotions and anticipation lingered in the air, while the tension continued to grow with time.

Professor Rona took a step forward after a few moments of silence, pulling out eight conical flasks of glowing liquid.

The silence remained palpable for far too long, and the discomfort she felt from it only made her restless.

With a grunt, she flung the bottles into the dust particles, pink and purple light igniting in the air as a sudden explosion of flames blasted out from the mixture.

It crashed onto the ground, spilling its contents out onto the earthen floor before sparking into life and exploding with a brilliant light.

Energy busted out from the dust, dispersing it in an instant as it revealed two masked figures.

Their arms stretched forward as an emerald energy shot out from the two.

It ignited as weapons appeared into the air with a poof sound, encircling the air within the blink of an eye.

Professor Rona cursed under her breath as she took a step back, pulling her arms with her as she attempted to draw them away.

"Get back." She ordered just as soon as the masked figures projected the weapons towards them.

"Master Skill: Blade Frenzy!"

The surge of weapons rotated in the air with a sharp ring as it projected at them like bolts of lightning. Too fast for the common eye to catch up with.

'Shit, I'm too late!' Professor Rona thought when she felt a presence slip out of her back.

She glanced at her sides, her gaze widening in shock as she watched Sophie and Elsie charge forward. Their gazes filled with intent as their weapons clashed with the incoming projectile, slamming it away from the air and against the wall and floor of the Hallway.

Professor Rona clicked her tongue in annoyance. She pulled herself forward, pulling some of the Lecturers with her.

"Attack them! They're only two!"

The two Lecturers, two males. One with a dark complexion and a berserker armour, the other fair in a light armour. A giant shield and mace held in his grasp.

They groaned as they charged forward, mana bursting out of their figures, pulling a surge of power within them.

They smashed the ground and lunged forward in the blink of an eye, covering the distance with the masked men who remained silently in place.

They stood right below the hole where the stairway had once been, their attention entirely hidden behind their mask.

It was best to assume they were focused on the incoming Lecturers, but that didn't seem to be the case.

With a solid thud, another masked figure crashed into the ground, his height twice that of those who presented themselves in the lobby.

His next movement was swift and empowered, contrary to his size. He exuded mana from his body as he shot himself towards the incoming Lecturers.

"Master Skill! Dino Charge!"

The surge of crimson mana grew wilder and larger, taking shape of a tyrannosaurus Rex that cried out with intense force. It caused a sonic boom that erupted the walls of the lobby, and burst the glass doors open.

At the same time, the multitude of masked figures came down from the hole in droplets to swarm the lobby.

Instantly, they all charged forward, dispersing in different directions towards the students.

While the large masked figure closed the distance between himself and the Lecturers.

Professor Rona's gaze darted about as she attempted to charge after the rest, while hesitating to go because of the incoming bulk of a man.

She cursed under her breath, her lips curling into a tight grin as she pulled a flask, a glowing red one.

"I'm gonna have to go to Hell first before I let you near my kids!"

She screamed as she lunged past the two Lecturers and towards the Bulky man, her right arm stretched forward while the other held onto the bottle of liquid.

"Aaaarrghh!!" She screamed when—

BOOM!

A sudden, searing wave of blue energy detonated from the impact—a shockwave of biting cold howling outward, scouring the hallway with an arctic gale.

The air itself seemed to fracture as the blast rippled through the corridor, frost crackling over walls, the chill clawing deep into bone."**

The shockwave slammed the students into the ground and sent the Masked figures scrambling for cover.

While some had prepared themselves for the incoming impact, many had not expected the might to be so powerful.

The crackling sound of energy and biting crippling cold pulled their attention to the scene, their gazes locked onto the cause of the blast.

The Burly man and Professor Rona froze, their clash cut short.

Perched on the man's shoulder like a spectre, a white haired boy loomed, his double-edged katana a whisper from slaughter.

Frost curled off his skin–not just cold but the quiet before an avalanche.

The Burly man tilted his head up, his breath turning to ice in his throat on recognising the figure. The name came out half curse, half disbelief:

"Raffaelo Jun, was it?"