I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

Amongst the squads sent by Neuj, was the gamma squad, one led by a Level 80 Dual Knight, Herbe. She had just recently gotten her level advancement before she was sent off on her mission to take down the man known as Kael.

At the time, she had heard about how he had defeated some of her sisters, and she had not taken the news lightly.

It was absurd that one man could defeat so many of them, even if they were from a lesser team. Though, now that she had experienced him first-hand, she had to admit her loose judgement.

She was the one who greatly underestimated him, and that cost them five of her sisters; a whole team lost because of her mistaken judgment.

At the moment, the archers, mages and gunmen were taking care of him, or at least holding him back but his movements made it difficult to actually land a hit.

She had watched him carefully and gone for an attack when he would least expect it, but even that was done away by his quick reflexes.

She sat on the floor pondering on their chances, when she noticed him moving towards the direction of the buildings.

Her brows furrowed deeply, and then a look of relief exuded from her expression.

'....Interesting…' She said, before turning towards the mages on the incomplete buildings.

She needed to get information to her partner and to do that; she would have to be quick.

She glanced at her subordinate, Narnia, the only one left in her team.

"Narnia!" She called out, but the girl was still frightened to respond.

She remained coiled up in a ball on the floor, shivering from the effect of the Aura Force, something that none of them expected.

'...He's at least a Master of the 9th star'. She thought as she slowly stood up.

It didn't matter if her teammate felt fear from the battle; all that mattered was getting this idea to her projectile friends. They needed to take down Kael, whether they wished to or not. After all, it was all for their Boss.

She glanced at Marnie for a moment and walked up to her.

"Marnie?" She called out, but the girl refused to even lift her head. There were often times in battle when she had seen girls too scared to fight for themselves. It was girls like this who died easily, and most of them suffered from men before they were even left to die.

'..it's disgusting'. She hated the thought of women being weak, and she was repulsed by the sight of women choosing to be weak.

She was a strong upholder of women's strength and she wouldn't let any of her teammates experience or exude weakness from them.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she raised one of her swords and swung it down with a smooth transition, while the sound of blood and flesh splattered in the air.

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Raph charged through the flames like a bulldozer, kicking the doors open as he did. He had to find the source of the tears, and he had soon found it.

His eyes could let him see energy pathways and, recently, the system window, but it had never allowed him to see through inanimate objects.

If not, things would have been a lot easier. It was something he could learn to do if he so wished to, but for now, he needed to search by approaching the sound. So, he did.

Climbing up the rickety stairs of the spacious rooms, and away from the brunt of the flames, he noticed the sound getting louder.

He continued his search, brushing off the flames quicker than they could set him ablaze and continued his trip upwards.

Until he got to the fourth floor, where a young girl was on her knees crying and surrounded by flames.

'Well….she's still alive'. He thought as he walked up to her.

"Hey" he called out, and the girl slowly sniffled as she turned towards him. Her eyes were sunken, and her body was frail. It was obvious that she had not eaten in a while, but more importantly, what was a little girl doing here all alone?

His thoughts were conflicted with enough drama, and he decided to pull this one aside for a moment.

He approached her carefully while the fire continued to blaze about in its fury, crimson heat blistering through the damaged building. It had begun to fall apart, but it was still barely holding on to whatever foundation it had left.

Raph smiled at her, and the girl's cries slowly reduced. She simply knelt, staring at him with her puffy green eyes.

'...Weird….why is she the only one here?' He wondered as a scowl creased his forehead. '....I thought women were under the jurisdiction of Neuj. Or is that not it?' He wondered, but as soon as he got to her, a loud crackling sound vibrated the skies.

His body tensed up in realization, as he suddenly picked up the girl.

"I'm sorry. Please bear with me," He instructed the girl, who simply remained silent in response and rushed towards the wall of the building.

He slammed into it, breaking it apart and jumping out as a lightning bolt fell from the skies onto the house.

CRACKLE. BOOM!

A loud vibration and crackling sound like that of electricity streaming through a transformer pole echoed as the lightning spread through the building, followed by an explosion that blew it apart.

Raph's gaze shifted from that building to the next, where he spotted some people running out of it in fear of the flames.

'Shit?! They're others?' He thought as he landed with a loud thud.

He slowly dropped the girl when he heard an explosion. It wasn't a loud one, but the familiar sound of gunpowder, and he was forced to move out of the way with the girl.

He grunted in annoyance as he looked up to find nine females staring at him with bloodlust. Soon, he heard another explosion of gunpowder, but this wasn't coming towards him.

With a glance at the building he had seen a minute ago, he noticed how one of the seven people who escaped from the building, fell to the ground, dead.@@novelbin@@

'Huh?' He thought with a bitter sensation spreading through him. He glanced at the girl and picked her up.

'...I see…so you're going for the people now…'

It was disgusting. These were people that they were meant to protect, not kill.

He rushed towards the remaining seven as another gunshot erupted, and another fell dead. By then, he had already closed more than half of the distance between them. A third gunshot erupted, and before it could even graze one of them, it was quickly projected away by Raph's sword.

A loud clicking sound ensued due to the clash, and Raph dropped the girl with the six remaining people. Three men and two boys.

"Take her and go hide". He instructed, and the man in front of the group, out of fear, complied as they rushed off.

Another gunshot erupted, and Raph's pupils whipped towards the direction, leaving a trail of white in its wake as his sword struck it away like a baseball.

This caught the three gunmen by surprise as they glanced at each other from the top of the buildings and at Raph.

They aimed their guns at Raph, which was ancient technology that was still under configuration. Their weapons held some class, with long, iron barrels and artistic forgery. It was very similar to a shotgun, only in the shape of a sniper.

Another explosion of gunpowder exuded and Raph's gaze traced it like a satellite, causing his body to act without command.

His sword was like a thin line as it slammed the bullet, aimed for one of the people that were escaping. His gaze traced another, and his body acted, causing his aura to spread through his sword as it sliced through it and sent it in different directions. Find more to read at My Virtual Library Empire

A brief moment of silence ensued, as the eight women stared at him in shock. Their shock was soon dissolved as their gunmen shot at a frantic speed, one bullet after the other to take down one of the townspeople.

Sadly for them, Raph did not let their plan go through. His body moved like a well-oiled machine towards the direction, and his sword was sent towards the bullet, slicing it before they could even get to their target.

He moved with precision and speed, faster than bullets could ever be, and sliced them up before they could even get in the range of the people on the run.

It was shocking to the mere eyes if they could even keep up with his pace. It was like he was teleporting, warping his through space to stop the attack, but it was far from that.

It was speed and precision. His eyes moved like high-speed cameras, capturing the line of direction of the bullets, and his body acted within a second, moving towards that direction of the bullets to stop it.

His eyes left a trail of malevolent white in its wake, and his body was a blur. He couldn't count the number of times he heard sound explode each time he acted, all he knew was that he needed to cut off the path of the bullets.

With that goal in mind, his body and sword acted, moving before he could think, and stopping the bullets before they could leave their mark.