Magus Supremacy - Chapter 210

Chapter 210: Not on our watch!
Chapter 210

At Goltas Village, the team found themselves battling a monstrous undead creation on par with a Level 10 beast.

Despite combining their strengths—and Grey unleashing all his affinities—they couldn’t land a single meaningful blow.

In contrast, the undead relentlessly dealt out devastating attacks, one after another, weakening the group with ruthless efficiency.

Grey stood firm amidst the chaos, his body bruised, his breaths shallow. His gaze locked onto the undead, which crackled with volatile lightning. The static charge buzzed in the air like a storm waiting to erupt.

“Just because we’ve been getting hit doesn’t mean you should get cocky,” Grey said with a smirk, his voice cold and unwavering. “All this time, I’ve just been testing your limits… Now it’s time I show you one of the new moves I picked up during my stay here.”

In a blink, Grey vanished.

Gasps filled the battlefield. The others spun around in shock, eyes scanning desperately for any sign of him.

Then—whoosh!

A sudden burst of motion. A fireball smashed into the undead’s back. It roared and twisted around, flinging out arcs of lightning, but Grey had already disappeared again.

“Looking for me?” Grey’s voice rang out from its side. He reappeared, a gleaming bolt of pure lightning clutched in his hand.

He slashed forward—but the undead was unnaturally fast, forming its own bolt and clashing against his, sending out a blinding shockwave.

Grey had already moved again.

He was now employing a technique he had honed from the academy and the fusion magic book—a devastating blend of wind and lightning magic that allowed him to move at blinding speed. To onlookers, it seemed like teleportation.

It was designed for assassination. But today, he used it to match and outpace the undead’s blistering speed.

He called it: Phantom Annihilation.

“Too slow!” Grey taunted, reappearing above the undead. A blade of condensed wind magic spiraled toward the beast.

Sensing the attack, the undead leapt away just in time, the blade exploding violently where it had stood. But before it could recover, a new assault came.

Grey shot in from the side, fists encased in gauntlets made from compressed earth laced with arcing lightning.

The earthen armor crackled, lightning dancing across its surface in defiance of elemental logic.

Though lightning was typically weak to earth, Grey’s deep understanding of fusion magic had found equilibrium.

With a boom that shattered the sound barrier, he punched forward.

Sensing the danger, the undead cloaked its arm in lightning and met his strike—but the moment it grasped Grey’s gauntlet, its energy fizzled out.

“I guess you really are brain-dead. Lightning is weak to earth,” Grey growled.

With his other hand, he delivered a brutal punch to its chest. The ground shook violently as the undead was hurled backward, crashing and skidding across the dirt, leaving a cracked trail in its wake.

‘Damn it… My mana’s down to half,’ Grey thought grimly.

“How is Grey suddenly this fast?” Vanica asked, eyes wide with awe.

“Wasn’t he always fast?” Gordon responded, swirling his hands through the air as a misty purple cloud began to take shape.

“Yes, but now he’s—faster than before. Sharper. Deadlier,” Vanica muttered.

“What are you doing?” Arthur asked, raising a brow as he glanced at the cloudy shape forming in front of Gordon.

“Since the fight started, I’ve felt useless. So… I’m trying something that might help.” Gordon replied, revealing a mist-woven bird hovering before him.

“Not you. Him,” Arthur pointed at Vorden, who stood surrounded by swirling mist with Greg and Vince beside him.

“We want to help,” Vorden said simply—and in a sudden swirl of mist, the trio vanished, surging toward the battlefield like silent shadows.

Scarlet, eyes burning with determination, summoned a mini dragon made of searing flames.

“I hate feeling useless too,” she said, her voice trembling with intensity. “I’ll pour all my mana into this… I won’t be able to fight after, so I’m counting on you. Make Mama proud.”

With a soft cry, the fiery dragon soared into the fray.

But the undead was already back on its feet—unharmed. Its body crackled with fury as it hurled a lance of lightning at Grey.

The bolt struck before he could react, stunning him and dropping him to one knee.

And in a heartbeat, it was upon him.

It drove its fist into his face, launching him into the air. While he flew, the undead bombarded him with unrelenting lightning, making his body convulse, his hair rise from the static, his frame flung back down to the ground with thunderous force.

CRASH!

“Kuh… kuh!” Grey coughed, blood and dust splattering from his mouth.

“I warned you,” came a mocking voice. The talking zombie, the necromancer behind this monstrosity, watched the spectacle from afar, just outside the range of the shockwaves. “You’re no match for a Level 10 beast. You’re just asking to die.”

The undead stalked toward Grey with a crackling blade of lightning in hand, only a foot away when a wall of thick mist rose around it, distorting its vision. The ten-meter fog bank smothered everything in white.

ZAP!

Greg dashed through the mist, landing a burst of lightning at point-blank range before darting back and launching another bolt. The undead slid back slightly.

Then—THWIP! A metallic shriek.

A long steel arrow aimed for its head—but the undead, without even turning, caught it mid-air between two fingers and snapped it like a twig.

“Crap!” Vorden hissed.

A torrent of flames surged from outside the mist, but the undead rolled away in time, retaliating with bolts of lightning that struck both Vince and Vorden, dropping them. Greg narrowly dodged the next wave.

A fireball launched from within the mist—Scarlet’s mini dragon. But the undead dodged midair, slammed its hands together, and unleashed a lightning shockwave. It engulfed the dragon, snuffing it out instantly.

“I’m not done with you!” Grey’s voice roared. An earth spear hurtled toward the undead.

It sidestepped, caught it mid-flight, and with terrifying precision, hurled it back.

CRACK!

The spear slammed into Grey, knocking him back and spilling blood from his mouth.

In a flash, the undead appeared in front of Vorden and smashed him across the face, sending him crashing into the dirt.

The mist began to clear as Vince launched metal shards, each dodged expertly—until the last one was caught, spun around, and thrown into Greg’s leg.

Greg dropped with a scream.

“It’s not over yet!” Grey’s shout tore through the battlefield.

A high-speed wind blade shot forward like a cannon round, slicing into the undead’s arm. It hissed and struck the ground in frustration.

Grey stood again—barely. Blood streamed down his face, his body trembling with exhaustion. He staggered but caught himself.

“How are you still standing?” the zombie demanded. “Look around. Your team is broken. Why keep fighting?”

“I won’t become the greatest mage ever if I can’t endure this much,” Grey said with a faint smile, chest heaving.

“You just don’t know when to quit?! Fine! I’ll kill you, raise you from the dead, and use your body to murder your friends.

Then I’ll take their bodies and conquer the Four Great Academies!”

“Not… on my watch,” Grey replied, voice hoarse but resolute, as lightning danced across his hands.

“Then prepare to die!” the zombie howled. The undead fired two deadly lightning arrows—fast, sharp, lethal.

BOOM!

“Not on our watch!” a voice rang from above. An earth wall erupted in front of Grey, shielding him just in time before shattering into rubble.