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Magus Supremacy-Chapter 803: Have to Help
Chapter 803
The bright radiance was as if a sun had descended amidst the spectating stands, causing every single person to shut their eyes—not from a burning sensation,
But from the sheer brilliance.
Grey was still floating in the air.
Sweat began gathering along his facial features as he held his hands outward, while those below stared up at the sky,
Wondering what was possibly happening and what exactly he was doing.
But Orion wasn’t foolish enough to let this continue. Immediately, he snapped his fingers sharply.
The ki swords rained down like droplets of water from the heavens, while all Grey could do was stare at the countless blades falling toward the ground.
Sigh—!
"I guess I have to help. Ugh...." Thalos groaned loudly as he rose upright, still standing atop Noir’s back.
Digging his hand into his pocket, he pulled out a small dagger.
With a casual wave of his arm, it elongated into a massive greatsword.
At the same time, his body began morphing—shifting back into his full humanoid gargoyle form.
His frame looked as though it had been carved from pure obsidian—smooth in some areas, jagged and cracked in others, like volcanic rock cooled mid-eruption.
Despite his stillness, everyone could feel a suffocating pressure emanating from him — a silent warning.
His eyes glowed gold, not merely reflecting light but radiating an unnatural, divine luminance that made the dozen men’s skin prickle.
They weren’t lifeless gemstones — they were watching— moving even.
In his hands, held like a grim offering, was a towering greatsword, its blade the color of freshly spilled blood. It pulsed faintly, as if it too possessed a heartbeat. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
The surface of the weapon was jagged and runed, as though forged within a storm of hatred and fire.
Encasing the gargoyle’s massive clawed hands were gauntlets of the same blood-red hue as the blade — thick, rune-carved, and humming with restrained power.
It was as if the sword and gauntlets weren’t merely wielded by the creature, but were extensions of him.
The gargoyle wore armor of red and black, its shoulder plates jagged and spiked, its chest piece layered with overlapping plates that gleamed faintly beneath the coliseum’s eerie glow.
Black like the void. Red like fury.
The armor appeared almost ceremonial, yet entirely built for annihilation — war regalia befitting a dark monarch.
This was his true form.
And from the familiar’s back, Thalos exploded forward like a rocket into the sky.
The sheer force of his launch sent Noir skidding back a few inches.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! Do I look like a footstool, you blasted stone creature?!" Noir roared, watching Thalos rapidly ascend.
Soon enough, he reached the same height as Grey.
Without hesitation, he raised the sword above his head and swung it in a full, devastating arc.
The blade elongated even further—stretching to an absurd length—as it began colliding with the descending ki swords, shattering them like fragile glass.
With that single motion, the gargoyle destroyed more than half of the thousands of ki swords in the sky.
Yet he knew it wasn’t enough.
With a powerful kick against the air, a loud ringing sound blared out, causing ears to vibrate painfully.
The gargoyle vanished into the sky and, with speed far too unrealistic, moved from one position to another, his sword smashing through the ki blades.
He was like a blur in the heavens.
A mere dot even, as he blitzed from side to side like an arrow loosed from a bow, bulldozing through the descending barrage.
The leaders didn’t display any visible emotion.
They simply kept staring—at Grey, who remained suspended in the air with his hands spread apart while the radiant glow in the stands intensified—
And at Thalos, who was cleaving through Orion’s thousands of attacks as though they were nothing but fragile shards of glass.
Though he didn’t show it outwardly, Orion was frowning internally.
’Tha-That thing seems to be as strong as... wait a moment. Isn’t that Thalos the Great?!’
Finally, his eyes widened to their absolute limit as he replayed the transformation scene in his mind.
Frame by frame.
Taking into account every detail of the gargoyle’s appearance.
’It really is Thalos. How—How is this possible? I thought he was dead. Or did... did that blasted mage seal him somewhere?’
After several more minutes of dashing through the sky like a phantom, Thalos spun mid-air, his sword swinging viciously in a full arc before tearing through the final cluster of ki swords.
The last remnants scattered like shattered fragments.
With that, he descended and landed on the ground with a thunderous thud, kicking up a thick cloud of dust into the air.
From within the haze, a pair of piercing, glowing golden eyes glared fiercely at the leaders standing ahead.
Around that same time, the radiant light surrounding the seven thousand spectators began fading as Grey lightly panted in the sky.
Exhaustion washed over him rapidly.
Within another minute, the brilliance completely died down, revealing entirely empty stands—except for a few individuals that didn’t even amount to a dozen.
The seven thousand spectators were gone.
Cleared from existence as though they had never been there to begin with.
Grey began falling from the sky.
Seeing this, Noir darted forward and allowed the mage to crash onto his back.
Rowen stared in disbelief at the spectacle, his mouth hanging open for a brief moment.
"How?"
Orion merely frowned.
’Teleportation magic circle. That was one massive array. When did he even have the time to draw one? And it seems he exhausted nearly all his energy powering it. Still... how did he manage to inscribe something that large within the timeframe when the students were battling? Something doesn’t add up.’
Grey, however, wasn’t unconscious.
He shifted slightly on Noir’s furry back before rising to his knees, a faint smile forming on his face.
His mind flashing back to how the teleportation circle had been constructed.
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A/N: Your support matters fam. Support with all your mights in fear of the Supreme Magus! 😤







