Magus Supremacy - Chapter 201

Chapter 201: Necromancing magic.
Chapter 201

“I’m serious! They are alm—” the man began, but a thunderous explosion outside cut his words short, shaking the very walls of the academy.

“They’re here,” he whispered, eyes wide with dread.

Immediately, a wave of panic swept through the students as they rushed to the tall glass windows overlooking the academy grounds. What they saw made their blood run cold.

Figures emerged from the treeline—humanoids in tattered rags, their skin a ghastly pale, stretched taut over bones.

Their eyes were pits of darkness, soulless voids filled with hunger and malice. Each one moved with a jerky, unnatural gait, growling and snarling like starved beasts.

Some dragged broken limbs as they shuffled forward, while others radiated faint magical auras, using crude spells to uproot trees and tear through the terrain on their slow but inevitable march toward Lunaria Academy.

There were more than a hundred of them—and they were closing in.

“Shit! What the hell is this?!” Dante shouted, his fists clenched as he took a step back from the window.

Grey turned sharply to the breathless messenger. “You said a nearby village was attacked?”

“Yes!” the man replied, panting. “Goltas Village—it’s being overrun by triple the number heading here.”

Selene’s eyes narrowed. “The enemy is calculated. This isn’t random magic—this is necromancy.”

“Necromancing?” Arthur echoed, disbelief evident in his voice. “That’s forbidden in the kingdom, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is,” Lyra answered grimly. “And to my knowledge, there was only one person ever known to practice it.”

“There’s no time for a history lesson,” Grey cut in. “If Goltas is under heavier attack, we need to move—now.”

“How do we contact the captain?” Raze asked urgently.

“I don’t think we need to. We can handle this without him,” Dave said, his breathing still a little labored from his recent breakthrough, but his eyes were sharp.

“Everyone, with me!” Grey commanded, dashing out of the hall, his comrades quickly falling in step behind him.

“Where are you all rushing off to? Don’t we need a plan?” Charlotte called after them, but the first-years didn’t look back.

“Let them go,” Dante said, stepping forward with calm authority. “If he’s leading them, they’ll be fine. I know exactly where they’re headed. For now, we protect the academy.”

He clenched his fists as earthen energy began coiling around his arms.

“Already ahead of you all,” Lyra smirked as a sharp gust of wind enveloped her.

With a sharp cry, she smashed through the window in a spiral of wind and descended into the heart of the undead swarm.

“I know you can’t hear me,” she said as she landed gracefully amid the monsters, her hair whipping wildly around her. “So let me be clear—die!”

A barrage of fifty razor-sharp wind blades erupted from her, slicing through limbs and torsos.

Some of the zombies stumbled, others dodged unnaturally fast, while a few were shredded into pieces on the spot.

With a guttural roar, twenty of the creatures retaliated, unleashing erratic blasts of water and wind magic.

Lyra swiftly retreated, wind spiraling around her like a miniature tornado, shielding her from the incoming attacks in a chaotic swirl of air.

“You shouldn’t just dive in like that, you perverted woman!” Dave’s voice rang out as a dozen gleaming metal swords shot through the air, skewering zombies through the skull and pinning them into the ground with brutal precision.

“Exactly! The caster could still be nearby!” Dante shouted, leaping through the shattered glass and landing with such force that the ground quaked, sending a shockwave rippling outward.

The undead were thrown back like ragdolls, their bodies twisting grotesquely as they hit the earth.

“These numbers are excessive…” Selene murmured. “I doubt this is the original necromancer. Could a second one exist—one the kingdom hasn’t discovered?”

“That doesn’t matter now,” Dante replied, slamming his palms to the ground as dozens of jagged earth spikes erupted upward, impaling brainless bodies.

“We deal with the puppets first—then we find their master.”

Eighty zombies remained, shambling forward with erratic, drunken movements. Their attacks were sloppier, more chaotic, but relentless all the same.

“They disgust me!” Charlotte snapped, her expression twisted in revulsion.

A powerful wave of water burst forth from her, blasting several zombies back.

But as they hit the ground, they began to stir—rising once more with inhuman persistence.

“Tch! Pathetic.” A cold voice interrupted. One of Dave’s classmates—the ice mage who had once been humiliated by Grey—strode forward, his steps leaving frost in his wake.

‘That filthy first-year made a fool out of me. Time to prove I’m not weak.’

“Ice Magic—Ice Trail!” he bellowed. A slick path of ice erupted beneath the zombies, encasing their legs in a solid block.

“Shatter!” he snapped, and with a crackling boom, the ice exploded, snapping the creatures’ legs clean off.

“That’s how you get the job done,” he said smugly.

“They’re still alive,” Selene stated coolly.

“Does it matter? At least they’re no—” the mage paused mid-sentence.

A low, bone-chilling growl came from behind him. He turned—and his eyes widened in horror.

The zombies with shattered limbs were standing again, their legs whole, as if never broken.

“What the hell is going on?!” Dante exclaimed as the undead horde advanced again—this time joined by the ones they’d already taken down.

“How are they regenerating?” Charlotte demanded.

“He couldn’t do this before… has something changed?” Lyra asked. Her eyes narrowed as wind blades began forming in mid-air, each one gleaming with deadly sharpness, poised like fangs.

“They want to drain us,” Dante said grimly. “It’s a tactic. They’re forcing us to burn through our core energy. Don’t go all out just yet!”

Suddenly, five massive earth boulders levitated above the battlefield.

As the zombies launched a barrage of elemental attacks, Dante raised an earth wall that absorbed the impact.

With a flick of his wrist, the boulders crashed down like meteors, flattening dozens of the monsters in an instant.

With precision, Lyra released her wind blades—dozens slicing through necks and torsos. Heads rolled, bodies crumpled.

Now only forty zombies remained. Selene, Charlotte, and the others joined in with well-placed spells, freezing bodies solid and then shattering them with violent force.

“That was a good job done,” Selene said, her lips curling into a rare smile.

“Says the person who didn’t even lift a finger,” Dave scoffed.

“I could have. But if I had, it would have made you all look incompetent,” she replied with a smirk.

She was about to take a step forward when the ground trembled.

A chilling creak, followed by a low moan, echoed through the battlefield. Then the soil burst open—and skeletal hands erupted from beneath the earth.

In mere seconds, hundreds of bones clattered together, forming full skeletons alongside rotting zombies.

Within the blink of an eye, over three hundred new undead stood before them, their hollow eyes locked on the students.

“What the actual hell?!” Dave gasped, his voice cracking slightly as the shadow of the horde fell over them.