I regressed and became the Sword Ice King-Chapter 309 - - Festival 40- A Night to Remember

The night was filled with many things: the group of Staff and the Jun siblings headed for the Hostels, the lingering chill and wind that hung in the air, and explosions of light and energy occurring in the skies.

The multitude of events took place in a swift motion, each separated from the other yet interconnected, in one way or the other.

The Staff carefully proceeded and had reached the Hostels by now.

Walking along the tiled walkway, where the floating lamps shone brightly despite the strong currents of wind and firm darkness, their alertness was at an all-time high.

It wasn't expected that they might get attacked considering the situation above them, but it didn't take much to be wary, and so they chose to do so.

Raph had been following quietly for a while now, a thundering explosion grabbing his attention as he looked up at the skies.

Colourful shades of lilac and aqua blue hung in the air, mixed motions within followed by sparks of energy and power emitting.

It was a breathtaking sight, yet a thought dawned on him.

'Would I be able to make that much difference?'

He wondered when the group suddenly halted, grabbing his attention away from his thoughts.

Kazim and Rona glanced at each other, conversing for a moment before Kazim turned back.

"We split here. In groups of four, go and check the respective Hostels. The Jun's will do the same, go to your hostel and ensure the safety of your classmates."

With a nod, the group split, their dutiful and expectant gazes changing to different directions.

This left Raph, Kazim and three other figures for the Year One Hostel.

"Shall we?"

Kazim asked as he rushed forward, Konstantin following after, then and finally, Zitani Veleha.

She had lingered behind, her gaze shifting towards Raph.

He noticed it, turning towards her, a raised brow and contemplative expression.

"Do you need something from me, Miss? You've been staring at me since a while ago."

Her lips curled downwards, a slight expression of discomfort on her face.

"Why….why was Filly Donal taken?" She asked.

Raph's gaze narrowed, his attention drawn to another figure who seemed intrigued by their conversation.

Konstantin seemed to have peeked from the front, turning his head back.

"He was suspected of being a spy, but with no affiliation. If he's proven innocent, then the Headmaster will perform the necessary act that follows suit."

They both remained silent, their attention shifted to the Hostel as they reached the door.

At this point, they couldn't bring their split concerns into play, as it may cause harm to their general goal, but that didn't stop them individually.

Zitani found it absurd, her thoughts reeling in as Kazim reached for the door.

"As I thought." He muttered as he struggled to push it open.

It creaked, squeaked and shifted but it wasn't showing signs of opening up.

"Even if we do get in, what then?"

A Lecturer asked. She was the blonde female with blue eyes in a female suit, though, this time what was a female suit was now an Armour.

All this while, the intensity of the wind remained unperturbed, shifting and wailing away while they struggled to maintain posture and balance in it.

It was like travelling through a snow or sandstorm in the Arctic or desert region; only this was brought to them.

"We're here to ensure the safety of the students. Of course, some will be okay, but some others won't. Most especially the enemy's targets. Split up and ensure there isn't any harm to any of the students, we can do at least that much."

The lecturer, Cynth Logan, nodded her head. An expression of understanding written on her face.

Kazim slowly walked back, a shimmering light forming a solid object on his outstretched hand.

A war hammer formed, as tall and large as his figure, palpable and strong.

He took a step forward, a slight grunt escaping his lips as he slammed it against the door.

It shook, nearly giving in to the weight of the strike.

Kazim breathed in, strengthening his muscles with mana and a brimming power emanating from his being.

He swung it backwards, mana pouring out from the hammer and pulled it towards the door, an immense pressure emanating from the head.

"We begin now!"

–BOOM!

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While the safety precautions were carried out below, the main event occurred in the skies, reaching a climax, or at least assumed a climax.

Nicho was covered in burns and scars, yet a firm determination emasculated him like a capsule.

"You're tough, you know that?"

He said, his smirk fixed on his face as his floating mat hovered over the air.

He swung his sword through the air, a gust of blue wind surging out and slicing through a lilac energy Phoenix that screamed out as it charged for him.

The collision of energy caused an explosion, yet the Phoenix flew through, screeching in rage, lilac orbs hovering over the air around him.

"Shit, not again."

His floating mat moved like a nimbus cloud, hovering away from his previous location as a lilac lightning bolt struck it, a tremendous amount of power and vibrations exuding from it.

"You're the tough one. Why not quit."

A cerberus raged out from behind Phestus and charged towards Nicho in a frenzy.

It roared an echo exuding from its maw, surging forwards in vibrant hues, colliding against the path Nicho once was as he drifted upwards, away from its area of effect.

But even with that, he was not free from the danger zone, as a shadow cast below him, sending his hair standing on end.

He looked down, his eyes wide open at the sight before him.

Behold, a cyclops, half its original length with a vibrant lilac hue exuding from its being appeared, its maw wide open with a guttural sound echoing in the air.

Nicho's body tensed up in an instant, his flying mat unable to drift away from the danger and in the next second, the cyclops maw clasped shut, enclosing him within.

While that occurred, Phestus remained unphased, floating in the very same position he had been since a moment ago.

His arms folded with energy exuding out of his body, a large Portal hovering over his head, and mythical beasts roaming around him.

His gaze remained fixed on the cyclops as it began to disperse into the portal, a sense of anticipation growing within him.

'That can't be all. He seems like an important member and a powerful one at that.

What else does he have to show?' He wondered and a response was given in kind.

A shudder spread through the skies, and an aqua blue tinted with red and black energy oozed out from the shut maw of the lilac cyclops.

The energy, familiar yet alien, sent a shiver down his spine and his hair to stand on end.

'This….' He thought to himself, a sense of clarity coming to him.

A pulse wave exploded out of the Cyclops mouth, a sudden outburst of energy sending the Cyclops head backwards. It was quickly followed by another pulse wave, inhumane energy soon imploding against the lilac energy of the cyclops, disintegrating it from within.

The energy oozed out like a faucet, permeating through the wind, and in response, the wind increased in intensity.

It seemed like the strength and speed of the wind cyclone had increased twice as hard, and continuously did so over time.

This was something that Phestus had witnessed and experienced first-hand, the pressure suddenly decreasing and the force of the wind increasing.

It felt like his body was being pulled by the world's nature, with a strong tendency to tear apart if not for his strong constitution and ability to use the abilities of his Divine Beasts.

'This is insane. What sort of transformation is he undergoing for this much change to occur?'

He wondered, the pulsating energy increasing with each thrust of power.

Below, the students and Staff alike felt the change in the air.

The wind had suddenly become fiercer, the tendrils sturdier and quicker with a much faster and heavier storm occurring around the Hostels.

The buildings were beginning to tilt; their sturdy structure, from years of maintenance and magical artwork, was beginning to crack, giving way to the force of the wind.

But even with the increase in intensity, it remained fixed to the ground, strikingly against the wind.

Above, Nicho's energy exploded the cyclops, lilac sparkles of energy dispersing in the strong currents of the wind as his figure became evident to Phestus once again.

A dark red ominous energy escaped his body like steam, his katana increasing in size and a newly formed arm crafted by the energy.

A horn had formed from the right side of his skull and his eyes emitted sparkles of aqua energy.

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"Demonic gate unlocked." He stated, a newfound power running through his body as he locked gazes with Phestus.

'This is wonderful. I feel twice as powerful as before. The blessings of the Devil Lord were truly worth the pain.'

System users were bound by the system, as it provided a quick growth path for them and a threshold they should never cross.

So, how do the Executives of the Red Peacemakers, a Cult well known for its magnanimous tendencies and goals become powerful in the future Raph was once part of?

Of course, that was through the Devil's blessing or the Devil's curse depending on one's heritage.

It didn't matter to Nicho where it came from. What mattered was the end result and it had proved satisfactorily.

"You seem to have a relation to demons. Are you perhaps part of that Red Peacemakers I have been hearing about?"

Phestus' voice broke the tension between them, his voice carried by the strong current of the wind.

Nicho smirked, satisfaction evident in his gaze.

"In the end, it doesn't matter where I come from, but where you go when I'm done with you."