Magus Supremacy - Chapter 207

Chapter 207: Nice to see you both!
Chapter 207

Back at Lunaria Academy, the battlefield raged as students clashed against hulking ogres.

The air trembled with magic and brute force, and sensing the immense threat before them, the students unleashed their breakthroughs—battling with everything they had to hold the line.

But exhaustion crept in. Their breakthroughs began to wane, and with every passing moment, their defenses weakened.

Charlotte, panting and drained, stood frozen as an ogre raised its massive cleaver above her head. Time slowed.

Then—BOOM!

A deafening bang shattered the moment, followed by a heavy thud right in front of her.

Slowly, Charlotte cracked her eyes open. To her shock, the ogre’s head lay severed at her feet, its thick neck gushing what little blood it had.

A heartbeat later, the rest of its massive body collapsed with a dull thump beside it.

A voice rang out—laced with arrogance.

“Tch. I can’t believe you weaklings are this useless. I had to descend just to clean up your mess.”

A male voice echoed across the battlefield.

“Stop acting like you’re the only one who stepped in,” a calm yet stern female voice followed. “Honestly, how incompetent can our juniors be that we had to be summoned?”

“Juniors…?” Charlotte mumbled, spinning around toward the source of the voices. Standing confidently before the weary second-years were two upperclassmen. Her eyes widened.

“Third years?!”

The male wore a blue bandana tied tightly over his spiky yellow hair, his sharp light-brown eyes scanning the chaos with an air of boredom.

Beside him, a blonde-haired girl stood tall, her hair rippling in the wind. She was dressed in tight-fitting silver garments, her flowing academy robe billowing behind her like the cloak of a war goddess.

“No way… It’s Viktor and Sol!” Selene blurted out, her voice filled with awe.

The ogres froze. Even the most feral among them sensed something unnatural about the two newcomers—their presence oozed power. It wasn’t just strength; it was authority.

Their posture alone—relaxed, yet commanding—spoke volumes. As they casually surveyed the field, the remaining 29 ogres stood wary, their earlier aggression dulled.

“Yikes. This place reeks,” Viktor said, wrinkling his nose. “Couldn’t you lot have killed the undead without turning the whole place into a landfill? Ever heard of elegance?”

“Come on, tone it down,” Sol sighed, placing a hand on her hip. “Give them a break. They held out against the hordes—it couldn’t have been easy.”

“Tch. You always ruin my dramatic flair,” Viktor began, but an ogre’s growl cut him off.

One of the creatures lunged at him, its massive club swinging.

Viktor didn’t flinch. “Could you not?”

With a single shout, a crushing wave of gravity exploded outward, slamming into the charging ogre.

The creature dropped instantly to its knees, the ground cracking beneath it from the sheer force.

“Now watch closely, juniors. This is how you kill with style.”

The ogre floated upward, its limbs trembling violently before Viktor snapped his fingers.

In the next instant—BAM!—the beast was slammed back down, a shockwave rippling outward. Its skull shattered into bits, the ground around it splintered like glass.

“You still cracked the ground,” Sol said dryly. “Let me show you how it’s really done.”

She snapped her fingers. A shimmering glow surrounded three ogres as glowing runes materialized beneath them.

In a flash, fire erupted, engulfing them in searing light. When it faded, nothing remained but ash.

“Must you always compete with me?” Viktor muttered, lifting a hand. Ten ogres floated into the air, suspended helplessly.

Slowly, their bodies began to contort and shrink, compressed by invisible force until—BOOM! They exploded in unison, reduced to specks of blood and air.

“Now that… is elegant.” He smirked.

Of the original thirty, only sixteen ogres remained. And yet, instead of retreating, they roared and charged.

“I still don’t get why two of us were sent,” Sol mused, sidestepping an ogre’s lunge. “One of us could’ve handled this alone.”

As she spoke, two ogres surged forward—but a rune beneath them pulsed, and in a blink, they sank into the earth, vanishing without a trace.

“The academy does tend to overdo things,” Viktor added, hands in his pockets as two more ogres swung down at him.

He didn’t budge.

Their weapons crashed into the ground, missing him entirely. Suddenly, their bodies began to tremble.

They collapsed, knees shattering rock, then their torsos crumbled downward—and their heads burst violently, sinking into the craters their bodies carved.

“I guess they were worried over nothing,” Sol said, appearing beside him.

She pivoted, narrowly dodging a sword swipe. A second ogre came from behind, but a shimmering rune shield blocked the blow.

She calmly pressed a glowing palm into the ogre’s abdomen—BOOM! It flew backward, obliterated by raw mana.

“For real,” Viktor said, chuckling as he raised a finger. Three ogres in the distance clutched their heads—and they exploded.

In just three minutes, Viktor and Sol had dismantled all thirty level-6 ogres—using nothing more than basic spells. The second-years stood slack-jawed, unable to speak.

“The rumors were true…” Lyra murmured. “Viktor the Gravity Mage… and Sol, the Runic Mage. The two closest to elite rank… just under the vice captain himself.”

Selene nodded in agreement. “They, along with that demonic third year, are the strongest trio in the entire third-year cohort.”

“They could’ve been vice captains by now… but they hold themselves back.” Lyra added with a frown.

“Wait… why are they even here?” Dante asked, slowly rising to his feet.

“Because you weaklings couldn’t handle your duties. The ruckus over here was shaking the entire academy,” Viktor snapped.

But then he paused. His gaze sharpened.

“Something’s off.”

Sol raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

“The report said a reward ceremony was being held. First years and second years were meant to be honored for completing a dungeon raid. I see the second years here—but where are the first years?”

Silence fell over the group. Charlotte’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell me…”

Sol blinked. “They didn’t run off, did they?”

“They did,” Charlotte answered, forcing herself upright. “Grey and the others rushed to Goltas Village to confront the source of the attack. That village is also under siege.”

“Grey?” Viktor asked, unfamiliar with the name.

“He’s a first year,” Dante said. “He and his team are taking on the source directly.”

Sol’s expression shifted. “If that’s true, then they’ll soon come face-to-face with the one behind all this…”

“According to our knowledge, that expelled bastard was only capable of summoning a hundred undead before exhausting his mana,” Viktor said grimly. “But now…”

He glanced at the battlefield. “Judging by the scale of this attack… he’s ascended to star 6—or maybe even star 7.”

Charlotte gasped, a bead of sweat trailing down her cheek. “Star 7? That’s dangerously close to the principal’s strength!”

“Damn it! We have to move—now!” Lyra shouted.

“Leave that to—” Sol began, but the ground trembled violently, interrupting her.

A sinister voice slithered through the air:

“I can’t have you ruining my plans just yet… So until then, enjoy the company of my little army. Oh, and Viktor… Sol… good to see you again.”

From the ground rose a fresh horde: a hundred zombies, a hundred skeletal soldiers, and a hundred ogres—all snarling, weapons drawn, eyes glowing with malice.

“Crap…” Lyra whispered. “This is bad.”