Magus Supremacy-Chapter 248: Block this!

The brutal war between Velzoria and the Drakesville Kingdom had taken countless unpredictable turns—but none more shocking than the arrival of the Lunaria squad.

At the heart of the chaos stood Grey, whose ruthless actions sent tremors through friend and foe alike.

In a single, devastating move, Grey obliterated over two hundred and sixty soldiers—leaving behind nothing but scorched earth and broken bodies.

Yet, moments later, he spared a trembling man who pleaded desperately to return to his family.

When Grey coldly told him he could leave, even his comrades froze in disbelief.

'I guess… he does have a soft side buried in that hardened shell,' Scarlet thought, a faint warmth curling her lips into a small smile.

Tsk. 'He's letting the enemy walk free?' Nozel sneered inwardly, his fists tightening. 'What a softie. I would've sliced him down without hesitation.'

But then…

"Actually, on second thought…" Grey muttered, voice colder than steel.

Without turning, he flicked his hand backward—and a razor-sharp wind blade burst from his fingertips, slicing through the air with deadly precision.

A sickening crunch followed as it pierced the pleading man's abdomen. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he crumpled to the ground.

'Wait, WHAT?!' The younger squad members mentally screamed, their eyes wide, jaws slack. No one had expected such a swift and brutal reversal. Hope granted—then snatched away in a heartbeat.

'Ah… I see now,' Ryan mused, a twisted grin forming. 'He let the man dream—of home, of family—only to rip it from him in the final moment. That's a cruelty deeper than death.'

'Grey has become a complicated fellow.' Charlotte thought, her brows furrowed in concern. 'When did he become like this? Was it after I left Kiten town? Did something break him? Damn… I haven't returned since I left for the academy.'

"That was rather cruel, don't you think?" the Silent Executioner said, his voice calm but tinged with amusement as he watched one of his men slump to the dirt.

"Quite cruel," the scarred general added, stepping forward. "Now that the side characters are done with… how about the main event?" he smirked.

Suddenly, the skies above Grey darkened like a looming omen, and a torrential rain of pure mana descended—each droplet sharp enough to tear flesh and bone.

'Damn it! I can't dodge this in time!' Grey thought, alarm flaring in his chest.

But then, the earth rumbled. A massive crystal pillar erupted beneath his feet, spinning skyward like a coiled dragon, shielding him just in time.

The mana storm clashed violently against the pillar, sparks flying in all directions before being absorbed.

"I don't think we can keep standing around while our junior fights alone," Amir's deep voice rang out as he stepped forward, clad in gleaming metal armor, sword gripped tightly.

He and Ryan positioned themselves in front of Grey, magic swirling around them like storm clouds ready to burst. The Silent Executioner clicked his tongue, mildly annoyed.

"You kinda missed," he said flatly.

"Well," the scarred man shrugged, "when we're done with these two brave pests, we'll claim his head at our leisure."

"And you think we'll just let that happen?" Amir replied, narrowing his eyes. Above them, a hundred metallic swords materialized in the air, their gleaming tips angled at the two generals like judgment from the heavens.

"Captain…" Grey murmured, trying to rise to his feet. But his strength gave way. He collapsed, his lightning armor vanishing in a flash of sparks. The glow in his eyes dimmed, and he returned to his normal state—exhausted.

"You've done enough. Rest now, kid," Ryan said, standing tall. Below him, crystal formations twisted and spiraled upward, forming a curved bridge that pointed toward the enemy like a drawn blade.

"Greg! Get Grey out of here!" Amir barked.

With a crackle of electricity, Greg appeared at Grey's side, lightning dancing across his limbs.

"Come on, peasant," Greg said dryly, grabbing Grey's arm. "This isn't our fight anymore."

"If it boosts your morale," the Silent Executioner said, striding forward and eyeing the suspended metal swords above, "then come at us with everything."

"A warning," Amir said, his voice steel. He bent slightly, sword at the ready, his armor pulsing with raw mana. "We're not just any captains… We're the strongest captains Velzoria has to offer!"

And in an instant, the hundred swords screamed through the air toward the generals like thunderbolts from the gods.

"Care to do the honors?" the Silent Executioner asked his comrade.

"Gladly," the scarred man replied, unfazed. As the swords neared, a glowing arcane circle sprang to life in front of them. Swirling lights of every hue danced across its surface, pulsing with mystic energy.

All the swords vanished into the circle in a blink.

Amir's eyes narrowed.

"What? Thought this would be easy?" the scarred man smirked.

The circle suddenly reversed direction—and the hundred swords came rocketing back, now twice as fast and twice as deadly.

Ryan clapped his hands. A thick, crystalline dome erupted around him and Amir just before impact.

Crack!

Smash!

The dome shattered into glittering shards, the force sending the captains skidding backward. The swords dissipated as they struck the ground, their purpose served.

"Whew! That was fun," the Silent Executioner said, cracking his knuckles. "My turn."

He lunged forward, moving with impossible speed. Ryan responded instantly, the crystal bridge under his feet launching him like a missile.

In his hands, a massive crystal club formed, growing in size mid-swing as he met the Silent Executioner head-on. But just before impact—

BOOM!

A tremendous pressure exploded between them. The club shattered like glass. The bridge beneath Ryan's feet fractured. Cracks spread across the ground like spiderwebs.

Still, Ryan gritted his teeth and smiled. "I'm not done yet!"

The earth buckled beneath him, and from its depths, a colossal crystal pillar the size of a truck burst forth, smashing into the Silent Executioner's face and sending him flying.

"My turn too!" Amir roared, flashing in from the side. His sword grew longer and broader, the strike slamming into the same man, drawing blood from his lips as he skidded across the field.

"Keep the pressure up!" Ryan shouted. Dozens of crystal spears materialized mid-air and hurled themselves at their target like a deadly meteor shower.

But a black vortex opened—devouring the spears in one gulp.

"Gravity magic…" Amir growled, recognizing the spell's nature. He surged forward, his sword shifting into twin gauntlets.

In a blur, he appeared in front of the scarred general, fist raised—and brought it down with a thunderous bang.

But before it could land, a glowing rune spun to life. Chains erupted from the symbol, slamming into Amir and flinging him backward. He coughed up blood as he skidded across the ground.

"Two versus one? Bit unfair, don't you think?" the Silent Executioner said mockingly, now standing beside the scarred general.

"Now, this feels more even," the scarred man added, his smirk darkening as countless runes lit up around Amir and Ryan.

"Let's see you block this!" he roared.

From every rune, barbed chains with jagged tips burst out, whipping through the air toward the two captains like vipers seeking flesh.

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