Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 380

Chapter 380: ABYSSAL ICE AGE
“Stop! State your purpose, surrender, and your life will be spared!” The general in charge of defense of the galactic cluster warned Alice and her group.

His voice boomed across the vast battlefield, amplified by the humming energy fields that surrounded the central hub.

The air crackled with tension, the scent of ozone mixing with the metallic tang of activated weapons, as rows of armored soldiers stood in rigid formation behind him, their visors reflecting the distant stars like cold, unblinking eyes.

“We are here to conquer everyone in honor of the Celestial Devourer!” Alice declared, clad in her battle armor.

The sleek, obsidian plates hugged her form, etched with faint glowing inscriptions that pulsed with restrained power.

She stood tall amid the swirling cosmic dust, her presence radiating an aura of unyielding confidence that made the void around her seem to warp slightly.

“Then you all must die,” the general replied grimly.

He passed the command to his army to begin the warfare, his hand slicing through the air in a sharp gesture.

Alarms blared from the defensive towers, red lights flashing across the landscape, signaling the eruption of chaos as energy beams charged and troops surged forward with disciplined precision.

“Leo, do the honors and begin the attack,” Alice ordered. A smile played on her lips as she stared at Leo, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

The battlefield stretched out before them, a sprawling expanse of metallic platforms and hovering structures amidst the starry void, now alive with the hum of impending conflict.

“It’s been a while since I last fought a nice battle!” Leo roared in excitement, receiving the task given to him.

His voice echoed like thunder, vibrating through the air and sending faint ripples across the nearby energy shields.

Adrenaline coursed through his veins, his muscles tensing under his rugged attire, a wild grin splitting his face as he embraced the thrill of combat once more.

Controlling wind with effortless mastery, Leo propelled himself toward the approaching army.

The gusts whipped around him, stirring up debris from the ground into swirling vortices that howled like restless spirits.

His hair fluttered wildly, the rush of air against his skin invigorating, as he closed the distance in a blur of motion.

Drawing in his breath deeply, Leo released a loud howl, activating the Howl of the Demon Tempest.

The sound built from deep within his chest, a primal force that resonated with the elements, shaking the very foundations of the battlefield.

[Howl of the Demon Tempest]

A guttural Oni roar infused with storm energy, shattering courage and summoning sudden gales that throw armies into chaos.

The sound reverberates like thunder, sowing panic and disarray, the winds tearing at foes with relentless force.

Leo’s roar shattered the formation of the soldiers, creating chaos and disorder.

The deafening wave of sound crashed over them like a tidal force, helmets vibrating and visors cracking under the pressure.

Soldiers stumbled, their disciplined lines breaking into frantic disarray, shouts of confusion piercing the air.

His howl released gales that tore soldiers apart ruthlessly.

The winds howled with ferocious intensity, lifting armored bodies into the air and slamming them against unyielding structures.

Limbs flailed helplessly, the sharp scent of blood mingling with the acrid smell of scorched metal as the tempest claimed its victims without mercy.

“Hahahaha. This is so fun,” Leo laughed out loud.

He watched his attack purge the enemies into disarray, his eyes alight with exhilaration.

The sight of scattered troops, some clawing at the ground in vain attempts to regain footing, filled him with a savage joy that made his heart pound faster.

“My turn,” Alice smiled softly. She walked slowly toward the opposing army, still reeling under chaos.

Her steps were deliberate, each one echoing faintly on the metallic terrain, her armor glinting under the artificial lights that dotted the battlefield like distant suns.

“When was the last time the ice queen took part in battle?” Leo turned back, watching with a smile on his face.

Curiosity tinged his voice, his body still humming from the residual energy of his attack.

He leaned against a nearby pillar, the cool surface grounding him amid the frenzy.

He recalled the battle between Alice and Aaron back on the examination day and could not help but smile.

Memories flooded his mind, the clash of powers, the raw determination in their eyes, the way the air had crackled with untamed potential.

It felt like a lifetime ago, yet the intensity lingered in his thoughts.

They had come a long way, and Leo couldn’t deny it, they had far surpassed their limits long ago, thanks to a certain man.

Gratitude mixed with awe in his chest, a quiet acknowledgment of the path that had led them here, forged through trials and unbreakable bonds.

The battle went silent temporarily.

Everyone, including the decimated soldiers, watched Alice walk forward.

A sword that reflected moonlight gleamed in her hands, its blade humming with latent frost that sent faint wisps of vapor into the air.

The hush fell like a blanket, broken only by the distant groans of the wounded.

The temperature dropped at an alarming rate the moment Alice raised her sword.

All eyes fixed on her, a collective breath held in anticipation.

The chill seeped into bones, armor frosting over with delicate patterns of ice that crackled softly.

The very atmosphere began to become chilly.

Frost formed on exposed surfaces, the air growing thick and heavy, as if the void itself was exhaling winter’s breath.

The water vapor in the air started falling down as hail, being frozen just by the change in temperature.

Tiny pellets clattered against the ground, bouncing off armored boots and helmets, the sound building like a ominous prelude to destruction.

Standing in front of the enemy army, Alice stared at them.

Her eyes were calm and serene, a stark contrast to the turmoil around her. She held their gaze, her presence an unmovable force amid the swirling chaos.

“Abyssal Ice Age,” she called softly. Her voice carried like a whisper on the wind, yet it pierced the silence with undeniable authority.