My System Academy

A thunderous shout rang in Lucan and Olivia's ears.

"How dare you torture my dear son?! Die!"

They felt their bodies being sucked into a perilous vortex. Lucan held Olivia's hand and tried to use the earth to stop their advance but their feet were already hanging in the air.

They shouted in fear after seeing a raging old man dashing with his fist pointed at them.

"You won't touch my daughter, old man!", another shout resounded.

High King Garron arrived, covered in the figure of an ethereal frostal war bear. He grabbed Olivia and Lucan first before tossing them away, then charged his fists with chivalric essence and met Flinthal's.

Their collision created a massive shockwave that pushed everything aside. The neighboring buildings were blown to smithereens, revealing horrifying scenes of dead bodies being thrown high into the air.

Flinthal grinned, "Keh, I hope you brought your army with you, High King, or else I'm gonna butcher you with mine!", channeling the demonic essence inside his body.

Every bit of his skin darkened and turned his eyes scarlet when it passed through his head.

"You should be the one hoping that your demonic essence will serve you well, Flinthal!", Garron firmly grasped Flinthal's hand, preventing the other from moving. He charged his other hand, generating lightning cracks as it veered upon Flinthal's jaw.

Flinthal expected this and widened his mouth in advance, preparing his counter.

"Frost Breath!"

The surge of cold wind stopped Garron's punch, shocking him, "Lesser Frost Dragon! Impossible, how did you manage to re-assimilate and imprint your beast!"

Flinthal readied his other arm and grinned, "What else can I say but that demonic essence of mine seems to be serving me pretty well, high king!"

"Watch out, brother!", Xerga threw his great axe which seemed to have a mind on its own when it swerved mid-air like a snake, "Great Karpic Strike!"

"Tch! How annoying!", Flinthal retracted his strike and jumped out of Garron's reach. Xerga's attack may not hurt him but it could distract him, giving Garron an opening that he could not defend against.

"Where are my damn elite guards? Why are you so slow?!", Flinthal cursed at the incompetence his followers had shown.

"My Lord, we are trapped here!", a loud reply forced Flinthal to turn his back on Garron. Behind him were familiar-looking old figures which he thought were supposed to be locked down somewhere.

They were with the army, engaged in a fierce fight against the Siegfried Guards and hired mercenaries.

"The Elder Council! How the hell did they manage to escape?", he was utterly shocked at this sudden turn of events.

"Hah, the world is turning on against you, Flinthal!", a half-naked brute old man heavily stepped on the ground, generating small tremors.

Both of his hands held crystal-like frostal swords that glistened as the brute crossed it and pointed towards Flinthal.

"Garron, Xerga, we'll deal with this traitor altogether! I want him to suffer just as we did!", the brute ordered.

"Yes, Elder Harald!", Garron nodded and the three of them attacked Flinthal from three different sides.

"You can't stop me, Flinthal Siegfried! Chivalric Assimilation: Lesser Frost Dragon!"

Flinthal was encased in a thick ice dragon carapace. He appeared to be a dual-element dragon of ice and fire due to the demonic energy streaming throughout his body.

"Demonic Frost Burst!"

Ice force filled with demonic essence erupted and collided with the attacks of Elder Harald, Garron, and Xerga.

A war bear screamed in rage behind Elder Harald's half-naked body. He infused his swords with chivalric essence and deflected Flinthal's strike.

"Trampling Bear Strike!"

Garron sent out a punch on his own but staggered. Xerga was pushed back as well.

Seeing them step back meters away, Elder Harald grinned, "You brothers still have a lot to learn!"

Flinthal opened his mouth wide and charged a dark beam, "Demonic Frost Beam!"

They shot out, aiming at Elder Harald. The latter snorted and prepared his blades. He slashed and deflected Flinthal's strike, carefully redirecting their trajectories onto the Siegfried Clan members.

Those who were struck had their bodies ripped apart.

"Is that all you can do, Flinthal?! Traversing Bear Strike!"

He struck the ground with both his swords, creating a fissure that went straight to Flinthal.

Flinthal lost his balance and quickly sprang out two scarlet-silver wings before flying away.

"Coward, get back here!", Elder Harald was about to pursue when he vomited blood, "Wha-what?!"

Flinthal hovered right above him, cackling, "How naïve, Elder Harald. Were you too excited about being released from the cold underground that you forgot you were poisoned?"

"You're a shame of a warrior! How dare you result to such lowly tricks!"

"I'd rather be shameless than idiotic like you bunch of the Elder Council!", Flinthal argued.

Elder Harald threw a fit, "Imbecile! Ungrateful! Traitor!"

He pointed at Flinthal and cursed, "We should have dealt with you Siegfried's a long time ago! You are the curse of the northern lands and your kind should have ceased to exist the moment you were put out of your high and arrogant place!"

"Your threats are nothing but the barks of a hopeless and wounded dog, Elder Harald. Too bad you-!"

"Shut up, Flinthal!", Garron punched Flinthal, sending him flying into the icy cliffs hundreds of meters away.

"Ga-Garron!", Elder Flinthal and Xerga both gasped.

"Elder Harald and Xerga. Go help the army! I will deal with that traitorous bastard myself!"

Garron landed on the ground and rushed after Flinthal, catching up to his writhing body. Flinthal collided hard with the earth and was buried deep, cratering a large portion of the cliff and triggering a massive avalanche.

It wasn't enough to stop Garron, who blasted the storming snow away with his palm, revealing Flinthal below.

Flinthal managed to rise before Garron could land his next punch. Another tremor struck the cliff, this time collapsing more than ten meters of the earthen column near the point of impact.

Garron jumped high into the air and evaded another wave of a terrific avalanche. Meanwhile, the warriors below ran away in panic.

"Garron has gone crazy! Damn it, move and get out of here! Carry the helpless and the wounded, and protect them against the Siegfried Clan members!", Elder Harald quickly ordered.

"You're a madman, my dear High King! Do you have no conscience left for your dear warriors? For your dear Norva Assili?!", Flinthal nodded in satisfaction while dodging Garron's uppercut, "Wanting to catch up to me? Unfortunately for you, you can't fly!"

Garron remained calm, stepping on a square golden platform that appeared out of nowhere. Flinthal was flabbergasted by this and flew away in fear.

'What was that? Where did that stepping stone of his come about?'

"What's the matter, Flinthal? Can't fly any faster?", Garron beckoned. Flinthal stared ahead and saw a clenched fist striking his nose, sending him down to the ground.

Flinthal's figure was obscured by the rising dust. Several dark beams emerged from it, going directly for Garron.

Flinthal intended to test Garron's strength, but it seemed impossible for him to outrun the high king even when flying.

"Damn you, high king! Begone already!"

Garron channeled the frostal war bear's strength and covered his entire body with a dense dark-blue aura. The dark beam struck him, generating sparks and sending him flying higher.

This gave Flinthal a breather to launch his next move.

"Taste this! Demonic Frost Claw!"

He glowed in scarlet and looked like a descending demonic creature from the Otherworld. The avalanche and all the snow within a kilometer spiraled around Flinthal, forming a vast tornado-like structure of pure white snow.

This upheaval he had caused seemed to have angered the heavens. Lightning and thunder showered down on Arsolo Stronghold, and the great buildup of pressure halted the hostilities occurring below.

Everyone was awed on the scale when two powerhouses battled with one another.

"Are you sure you should let that demonized human do as he wishes?", Arahon stared from afar.

Harrtugg Naaw beside him remained silent and only observed whatever was happening.

"Then so be it. We'll wait for that demonic dragon to show up.", Arahon shook his head. For Harrtugg Naaw, exacting vengeance upon his unborn children was the most important thing.

As such, he needed to conserve his strength for the upcoming battle. The impression of a lesser frost dragon was the least of his worries.

Meanwhile, the swirling snow formed into a giant dragon hand corrupted by demonic essence. An eye was implanted in the middle of its backhand, staring at Garron with murderous intentions.

'I can't hold back now! Everything will matter with this final move!', Garron thought with gritted teeth, "Chivalric Assimilation: Divine Frostal War Bear!"

Another world-shattering phenomenon occurred. The lightning from the skies turned golden, hitting Garron every time it flashed.

Golden light shone from his transforming body, showering him with both divinity and lightning.

"Hah!"

Thunderous roar with a blinding flash of light followed soon after, slightly pushing away the floating demonic dragon hand.

Garron's transformation was evident after the flash. He'd grown into a six-meter-tall frostal war bear.

Frostal spikes protruded from his back, and lightning crackled on the ends from time to time. His golden fur shined brightly, and when combined with his thick hide, he had increased defense against both physical and magical attacks.

His claws gleamed, showing its sharpness no lesser than a blade.

"Bring it on, Flinthal! Let's end this!"