Magus Supremacy-Chapter 806: Still Weak

Chapter 806

With everyone attacking whoever they pleased, Finral, Liam, and Ray were left standing—watching the others clash against one another while remaining rooted close to Noir, which in turn meant they were near where Grey currently was.

Seeing the two dozen guards standing off to the side, they were tempted to move in order to take them down as well.

It would be difficult—they knew that much.

And that was because those guards were all around stage five or so.

Not a single one of them was below that level.

While they themselves were merely stage four warriors at best.

In fact, the probability of them winning against the guards was less than one percent.

However, they still wanted to try their hardest... for Grey.

Even if they managed to bring down just one of the guards for their friend, it would be worth it.

Their feet shifted subtly.

They didn’t need to exchange words—as though they shared the exact same thoughts.

They were about to move when—

"Don’t." Grey uttered without even opening his eyes.

He was silently cultivating, but due to his incredible perception and deep attunement to the wind element, he sensed that the trio was about to dash off.

Finral scowled and shot a glare over his shoulder at the mage behind him.

"What?!"

Grey inhaled and exhaled slowly before responding.

"I promised Yami sir and Mother Clarice that I would bring you back safe and sound. The ones you’re thinking of attacking are stronger than you.

The chance of making it out alive is less than zero percent. I can’t take that risk and then blame myself for your deaths."

Finral’s brows furrowed as he continued glaring at the mage.

"I can’t stand here doing nothing while everyone else is fighting! Besides, you’re not the boss of me."

Noir’s eyes roamed across the battlefield, observing the different clashes taking place.

Then his gaze settled on the trio before him.

"You should listen to the lad. He might not be your boss, but you’d have to wrestle four grizzly bears before even thinking about holding your own against those guards."

Finral gritted his teeth, about to retort sharply, when his shoulder was grabbed by Ray.

"He’s right. We can’t handle those guards. But still, what are we supposed to do? We can’t just stand around forever."

Grey sighed softly.

"You want something to do? Fine. Stand there and make sure nobody interrupts what I’m doing. If I gather enough mana, I’ll call in reinforcements. Then maybe you can take down the guards together. Just relax."

Liam shrugged, letting out a breath of relief.

"Fine by me."

Finral scoffed.

"Coward."

****

Meanwhile, the trio from the Umbrafell faction didn’t quite know how to react to the sudden internal collapse of the Aetherian faction.

In fact, they weren’t sure what to do as their eyes darted across the arena, tracking the blurred movements of the various combatants.

"You know what?" Ken smirked as he turned around and began walking toward the partially destroyed north booth.

"... This will be entertaining. I’ll sit back and enjoy the show—watch with my own eyes as the Aetherian faction tears itself apart."

Beatrix didn’t comment. She simply turned and followed after the leader.

Elder Ron, however, lingered a little longer.

His gaze remained fixed intently on Grey.

’This kid... why does what he’s doing seem familiar to me? Something isn’t right here.’

But with nothing else to act on, he turned away and began walking off.

*****

Meanwhile, in a corner of the arena, Fenrir and Thalos stood side by side with Orion positioned across from them, wearing an indifferent expression.

"Why? Why did you kill Master Armin?" Thalos asked through gritted teeth.

Orion shrugged casually.

"Why not? He was a pain in the neck. He’d been interfering with our plans for years—so he had to go."

He paused briefly before adding,

"... And the kid you pledged your loyalty to will have to go as well. Just so you know."

A few seconds of silence followed as the trio locked eyes.

No doubt reminiscing about the old days—when they fought shoulder to shoulder.

Together.

And now, they stood on opposing sides.

The Musketeers of War, eh?

What a joke.

"Fine then." Thalos sighed as he straightened his posture.

The aura radiating from him receded instantly, though his eyes continued glowing with brilliant golden light.

"Orion Stormvale! As the leader and general of the Gargoyle Race—and one of the right-hand men of Sir Armin, bearer of his blade—I hereby order your execution for all the wrongs you have committed."

"...."

Orion stared ahead in mild amusement, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I’d like to see you try."

"Enough talking!" Fenrir thundered as he raised both hands above his head.

Lightning arced across his fingers like a living thunderstorm.

The radiance intensified with every passing second until two enormous spheres of lightning—resembling miniature suns—materialized above his palms.

"... It’s time you pay for everything, Orion!"

He thrust his hands forward.

The twin orbs shot ahead at breakneck speed, so fast that the surrounding air began to distort violently.

The ground beneath their path cracked and sizzled, splitting apart with each passing heartbeat.

In a flash, the spheres were upon Orion—who remained perfectly still.

"Years have passed, and this is the best you can manage, eh, Fenrir?" Orion sneered just as the orbs slammed into his location.

BOOOOM—!

They detonated instantly, releasing a colossal blast of wind that scattered outward in all directions.

Bolts of lightning lashed through the atmosphere while the stench of scorched earth filled the arena.

And to Fenrir’s shock—

Orion stood two metres ahead.

Untouched.

The explosion raged behind him.

It was as though he had phased through the attack entirely.

"Still as weak as ever."

"But am I?"

Orion’s head snapped sharply to the side—

Only to see Thalos’ blade hurtling toward his neck at blazing speed.

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A/N: Hey Magus Legion! I hope you are still enjoying the book?

Just wanna say; sit tight and prepare for a bumpy ride!