I regressed and became the Sword Ice King-Chapter 372- Festival 103- Raid on a Rainy Night 42

The air ripped, energy erupting like a fountain, destabilized energy, volatile to the sensations in the air. Sensations that were imperceptible to the human skin. Prickling only when its flammability was made known to the world.

The world itself cracked, flares of light erupting from his skin, breaking it into pieces as the might of the light enveloped the room with a blinding aura.

Panic spread through the students like cancer, expressions contorting in realization as they whipped in different directions, turning to their heels in a desperate attempt to escape the tendrils of death.

Jane watched the whole thing play out as his arms stretched forward, golden energy shooting out of his body as a sonic impulse blasted from his body.

The world suddenly slowed, step after step, coming to a near stop– a movement that seemed to play in slow motion.

The locks of flames flowed with careful speed, creeping against time– a dreamlike drag motion that spread as Sylvester's body exploded in bits.

Chunks of burning flesh splattered frame-by-frame, diverging from its roots as it began to disperse against the world.

It crushed the floor, uprooting the ceramic tiles like plated scales, shredding through the interior while blasting all around in a torpid tempo, easily traced by a turtle.

The force shook the air, invisible forces reverberating with intensity like the vibrations of a gong, loud, forceful and surging. Spreading with creeping steps through the Lobby of the Lecture Theater.

Jane moved with precision and haste, his body twice the speed of the slow world, yet, inconsequential to the true world. His will adapted to the world powers revealing itself in wisps of golden energy that exuded him.

He bit down on his lip hard, his expression contorted, twisted in the agony of bearing the stigma of the gods.

As a Lucia, he was blessed to use three to four different gods' abilities in thirty minutes every three hours.

Understanding his abilities and an increase in divine mana aids in increasing the total amount of time he could salvage for himself, but as of now, it remained the same.

The battle with the five attackers had involved a single god, Apollo, the sun god. Including Loki and Thoth, Jane was beginning to reach his limit. And he was meeting it fast.

Three hours had not collapsed before he began to make use of their abilities and the energy expended stacked with the amount he lost now.

Using different abilities from two different gods in unison was only possible for those well-vested in the blessings of the gods they used.

But it came at a cost, a cost that added to the lethargic feeling that gripped him with time. His mana was being consumed twice as much as it was supposed to, and the more he used it, the faster he expended it.

At the 7th circle, he was far limited, Divine Mana wise and thus, he could only bank on his pure understanding to keep him going.

Using the abilities of Thoth to control the minds of the students and the lecturer, who was in the process of self-exploding, was a trembling task, and Loki's ability to warp reality, pulling strings of trickery into the eyes of many, made the primal energies to clash together.

The force was surgical, large and fierce, brimming with intent that pulsed through his vessels.

His veins hummed with a silent plea, golden energy burning through them like lead, holy power exuding from his pores in cascades of primal light.

He groaned in pain, his body visibly quivering from the force, the stacking power beginning to take a toll on his body.

He could feel it within, cells exploding from the torment of divine power. Humans were not meant to store this much brilliance of the gods and he knew it.

'I have to do this quickly.' He thought, a decree sent to his body as he closed the gap between himself and the exploding man.

The explosion still commenced, albeit, in microseconds.

The eruption of the floor as debris rose, shattered tiles and broken ceramics flying in the surge. Vibrating, glowing energy, volatile to the touch, crackling the air with such intensity with a loud buzz.

Everything played as it was meant to, only a lot slower, enough to be stopped.

Finally, he had gotten to the man, his arms clapping together in silent prayer as a dome formed, oval and large, sharp raw energy, cosmic waves exuding from the edges.

It expanded in a second, enveloping Sylvester and the spreading explosion in a tight knot.

In the blink of an eye, he jumped into the air, flying through the air until he tore through the ceiling like a missile, pulling the dome containing the man and spreading an explosion into the air with the same speed.

Immediately, time commenced as such, startling students stumbling to their feet, Javier blinking in realization, and many more turning in their direction.

"Lecturer Sylvester has been contained! Go after the rest."

Amelia Locks with hassle nut hair and deep brown eyes that exuded diligence from her figure. Her sword pointed at Jane and his cohort, serving as the spearhead of the raging students.

In a battle cry, they rushed forward, the air ripping with their rageful charge.

Javier clicked his tongue, his body whipping towards the door as he swung it open.

"Get in." He ordered, causing his mesmerized cohort to flicker back to reality.

They had stood for too long in a filth of their own thoughts, spinning their head in overdrive in an attempt to salvage the situation.

So far, things had settled in a rather unpredictable manner, but it stayed true nonetheless.

They had betrayed the Academy as they had planned, and they were going to tear it from the roots upwards.

So what was the hold-up? What made them halt despite the incoming mass of students. Despite the cries that sent a shudder down their spines, their ears rattled from the vibrations that phased the air. Their eyes watered, beads of salty liquid running down while their skins pricked with the guilt and fear that buried deep within their heart.

They were second-guessing.

Javier walked past them and entered the classroom. His gaze darted about, silently judging the situation. It flared open slightly then glanced away, his attention fixed to his cohort.

"Get in here, already! Do you wish to end up like Lucy?!"

It was a mystery alone that they had survived but Lucy hadn't, but then again.

She and Yon were one of the few who were captured by second years. Though, she had not survived the brutal beating laid upon them by the group.

'Well, it is futile thinking about it. Neither worrying nor seeking vengeance will make her come back….and sadly, she isn't worth it.'

Javier thought with a frown, his gaze shifting to the incoming students.

Only a second remained before they would get into striking range. In fact, projectiles had been sent into the air, whipping through it with uncanny speed.

The destruction that bore fruit with each passing second.

Javier groaned bitterly, his arms stretched forward as he grabbed Yon and Gregory.

The latter two shook in shock, their heads turning towards him as he suddenly pulled them inside with brute force.

"Javier?!" Aurora screamed, turning towards the door when a bolt of lightning struck the wall above her.

Sending a sudden shrill down the concrete–glass structure as it shook.

She squealed in shock as her arms grabbed onto the knob, exuding a force that tried to pull the door open. Sadly, it grew futile.

"Javier, please!"

She looked up, watching as the boys cried out in protest as their bodies landed on the tiled floor with a loud thud.

Gregory quickly stood to his feet, crawling back up as he rushed up just as Javier fought with Aurora for the door.

"Shit! Javier! Aurora is still out there."

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Gregory's face twisted, lost in the sickness of his own choices.

He raised his arm in the air, a sparkle of light igniting as a shield took shape.

Its metallic hinges brimming with a broken artistry of fine work.

It hummed in the air, vibrating with the flow of mana that surged through its tense, solid, metal form.

He swung his giant shield through the air, slamming it against Javier and forcing him away from the door.

In a swift motion, he pushed through the door and slammed his shield into the ground.

"Master Skill!!! Valor's Guardian!!!"

-BOOM!

Mana blasted out of his body as a dome, taking the form and shape of an ancient wall sprang into life.

It slammed into the ground with a thud, drilling its thick imprint against it as projectile after projectile struck it with a desperate force.

He groaned in pain, strained from both mana and activated skill as it took a heavy toll on his body. Veins popped out from the temple of his head, muscles locking on itself, clenching deeply within his arm as he growled in fury.

His gaze darted to the side, meeting the soft gaze of Aurora as she retreated into the class.

"Hurry."

Without looking back, she closed the door, leaving the hefty male to struggle with the incoming rain of assaults.

His gaze wandered, brows knitted and lips twisted.

'This is fine. This, this is a fate that I can accept. I wish to accept this.'

Memories– fun and not played in his head, images of his friends, his cohort and Javier ringing in his skull.

It left a smile on his face, a genuine, pain-stricken smile that wavered lightly when a blast of water smashed through his shield.

His shield shook, and a vibration swept through it, trailing down his skin to his arms and legs.

It hummed in a violent force as another projectile was sent. It was quickly followed by another, and then multiple attacks on the level of expert and advanced, thrown at him like a rapid Gatling gun.

He resisted. Painfully. Firmly, like a wall built for the single purpose of protecting, one laced with the fate to stand.

The attacks definitely struck. Hard and concise, spreading through the wall, rattling its glowing dirty brown form and tripping his focus. But it stood.

Until–

BOOM!

A sonic blast shook through the air as a figure landed in a beam of light, golden energy exuding from his very being as he growled in tempest fury. It swept through the room, blasting the students back as they hit the floor while the wall shook with a violent hum.

A power so sublime, so pristine, an energy from another world– otherworldly exuded him in amounts as his eyes glowed with a golden hue.

Gregory looked up in shock, his dull eyes meeting those of Jane's glowing, golden ones.

Tension hung in the air as a finality crackled within it. Jane took a step forward, his arm stretched forward while the primal energy spread to his fingertips.

"This is futile. You cannot shield yourself from the gods."