Magus Supremacy-Chapter 851: A Hopeless Situation

Chapter 851

"Wh-What do you mean by that?!" Grey was the first one to break into a panic, his eyes widening in horror as he stared at Orion’s altered form.

....

The entire coliseum fell into a tomb-like silence, save for Orion’s heavy, rhythmic breathing.

He seemed to relish the raw fright etched onto the faces of the people before him, basking in the terror he projected.

Fenrir’s heart skipped a beat the longer he stared at Orion.

More fragmented images flashed across his mind, piece by piece.

"How—How is this possible? It—it wasn’t as potent as this before. How—How did it happen?"

"So it was you!" A heavy, resonant voice shouted from the spectator stands.

Everyone turned to see Thalos jumping down from the wreckage where he had been blasted.

Pinkish blood dribbled down his stone chin as he glared at Orion, who merely tilted his head in a mocking gesture.

"... You were the corrupted beast that attacked the entire faction, forcing them all to band together in order to defeat it. But unfortunately, they were unable to kill it as the creature escaped. That doesn’t make sense, though. You were a Divine-ranked corrupted beast," Thalos uttered, a look of profound confusion appearing on his face.

"So how did you evolve to a Primordial rank? I thought corrupted beasts lacked further evolution and were incapable of living long lives."

Grey looked at the gargoyle in total bewilderment at his words, only for Fenrir to turn toward the Supreme Magus with a grim expression.

"Remember the day we met? I told you of a portal break that occurred in the lands decades ago.

Countless people died on that day as a corrupted Divine-ranked beast with the strength of a Primordial entity attacked, forcing every single person—every single world leader—to band together in order to repel it. But they were still unable to finish it; they only injured it enough before it fled."

Grey paused as his mind flashed back to his discussion with Stormspear the day they first met.

... That was right. He did say the exact same thing that day.

But he also added one more crucial detail: Fenrir’s previous master had spotted a young Orion lying amongst the injured that day.

That was why the man took the young Orion in and nurtured him, grooming him into a powerhouse over the years.

Wait...

Grey’s brain was clicking into place as his head stiffly rose to stare at Orion.

"Yes! That same corrupted beast from that day is Orion here! And—But—But he is much stronger now!" Fenrir shouted, confirming Grey’s dark thoughts.

"...."

The silence in the coliseum was now palpable.

More gasps rippled across the area the longer they stared at the warrior... or rather, the beast before them.

Mada and Gunther didn’t know how they were supposed to react anymore.

Their—their father had been a beast all along?

Wait, how did he even conceive them? So many things didn’t add up as everyone now stared at Orion like he was a devil—even though he certainly looked like one at the moment.

His aura was so menacing, so imposing and dreadful the more they stared at him.

Strangely enough, he didn’t even launch an attack; he simply listened to the words being spouted by the people in the coliseum.

But someone else had something to say as her brown eyes twinkled with a hint of fright—an emotion she hadn’t experienced in a really, really long time.

"So—So if he—he is a corrupted Primordial-ranked beast now, doesn’t that mean he has the power of a Godbeast rank? Th—The highest ranked beast there is?" Alba uttered as her heart began thudding loudly with every passing second.

Everyone had already reached that same conclusion.

This realization made the entire situation feel even more hopeless than before.

Just when they believed they had been pushing the warrior back and might actually emerge victorious, he had to go and pull a bizarre transformation out of his backside.

Now, the circumstances were truly dreadful.

There was no one on earth—no one currently breathing—who possessed the raw power to defeat a Godbeast.

Those who could even attempt such a feat would have to be on par with it, possessing the strength of a god themselves.

’No wonder he was called the man closest to godhood. We didn’t realize how literal that statement actually was,’ Leo mused inwardly with a heavy, hopeless sigh.

’... Come to think of it, does he still retain his Ki now? If he does, we are all toast. Truly,’ Sera mumbled to herself.

The situation was undeniably bleak.

Nobody in the coliseum had the strength to overcome the Godbeast, least of all Grey.

Even at full strength, the task would be monumental, let alone now when he was almost entirely drained of mana.

When Orion was merely a corrupted Divine-ranked beast, it took the combined might of every faction leader just to repel him.

Even then, they hadn’t been able to kill him; they could only drive him away.

And now, he had become this?

There was no way, even if every leader present banded together, that they could manage to slay him.

Seeing their despairing expressions, a cruel smile curved the man’s face, displaying his sharp fangs for everyone to see.

"Ah... that hopeless look on your faces. I like it."

His tail swayed rhythmically from left to right, almost like an excited dog, as he feasted on the horrified looks directed his way.

Thalos hadn’t jumped back into the fray yet; he clearly lacked the individual strength to handle Orion now. Not unless he was prepared to die.

"What do we do?" Beatrix asked in a low, frantic whisper, looking between Elder Ron and Leader Ken. "Do we help?"

Ken turned to face her with a frown so deep it made her words feel like poison.

"You want to help? Be my guest," he countered.

Pausing for a beat, he added in a much lower, more secretive whisper:

"... We need to leave as soon as possible. We have to take the students and get the hell out of here before it’s too late."

Beatrix lifted a skeptical brow. "But how do we manage that? I highly doubt Orion will let anyone leave this place alive."

Ken lingered for a few moments, his gaze remaining fixed on the gleaming obsidian scales covering the former warrior.

"... There’s a way we can escape. I had an underground tunnel installed that leads out of this coliseum, positioned right where the North booth sits at this moment. We just have to wait for the perfect window of opportunity before we make our move."