Magus Supremacy - Chapter 211

Chapter 211: Combined efforts!
Chapter 211

“Prepare to die!” the talking zombie screeched, its voice hollow and grating. Without warning, the undead fired two searing arrows of lightning, cutting through the air with crackling speed, hurtling straight for Grey.

But just before impact—

“Not on our watch!” a voice echoed from above.

A massive wall of earth erupted from the ground, intercepting the lightning bolts with a deafening crack.

The impact sent dust and debris into the air, blanketing the battlefield in a gritty haze.

As the dust gradually settled, a colossal wind dragon came into view, its scales shimmering with elemental energy.

Several students leapt gracefully from its back, their eyes fierce with determination. One figure remained mounted atop the dragon—calm and composed, her gaze locked onto the undead below.

“Looks like we made it just in time,” Charlotte said, her voice sharp but relieved, her eyes drifting to Grey—battered, bloodied, but still standing tall like a pillar refusing to fall.

Grey stepped forward, ignoring the sting of open wounds and the fatigue pressing against every muscle.

“What are you all doing here?” he asked, his voice steady despite the pain. “What about the academy?”

“The academy?” Selene replied with a shrug. “We’ve got some reliable people holding the line there.”

‘Reliable people? What are they talking about?’ Grey wondered, confusion briefly crossing his mind before the tension pulled him back.

“You annoying weaklings!” the zombie growled, its skeletal features twisted with frustration. “You keep showing up one after the other—and it’s pissing me off!”

“Weaklings?” a ragged voice interjected. Heavy breathing followed, and soon a sweat-drenched figure stumbled into view—Dave. His fists were clenched tight, and despite his exhaustion, his spirit blazed.

“Took you long enough, Dave,” Dante said, grinning.

“Tsk!” Dave spat, pointing toward the injured Vince, who lay unconscious nearby. “The only one who deserves that ‘weakling’ title is that disgrace of a brother down there. So don’t you dare call me that!”

The zombie chuckled darkly. “Keh keh keh! I’ve been watching… All this time, I watched you all fight at the academy. You were impressive. But this one—” it pointed a skeletal finger at Grey “—he’s the only one that caught my eye. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make him mine!”

Without warning, the undead launched ten lightning arrows at Grey with deadly precision.

‘Damn it! I can’t use all my affinities here—not with second-years around.’ Wind began to swirl around Grey’s arms in preparation when—

“There’s a lot I can ignore—but saying none of us are even at a first-year’s level? That’s something I’ll never accept!” Dave roared.

Mana exploded from his body in a wave of fury. His body trembled, but his will burned brighter than ever.

‘Where’s all this power coming from? Did something happen to him?’ Lyra thought, still aboard the wind dragon, her eyes narrowing in awe.

“Metal Creation Magic: Metal Eclipse Strike!” Dave shouted, blood trickling from his lips.

A massive crescent slash of shimmering metal, at least five meters long, tore through the air. It collided with the lightning arrows mid-flight, shattering them after a brief struggle, then continued forward—unstoppable—toward the undead.

“I’ll make you eat those words!” Dave yelled, conjuring two gleaming metal swords, one in each hand, before charging with reckless resolve.

‘I barely managed to gather enough mana while running… but I don’t care anymore. That thing has to pay!’ Dave thought.

The crescent slash was mere inches from impact when the undead blinked—teleporting via lightning magic—just in time.

The attack gouged a deep scar in the earth as the undead reappeared behind Dave, swinging a lightning blade.

Dave spun mid-run, raising his sword just in time to block the strike. Sparks flew as steel clashed with crackling energy, and Dave skidded backward from the force.

“Metal Magic: Metal Shards!” he called out, launching ten dagger-like projectiles toward the undead.

But the creature vanished again, its movement enhanced by high-speed lightning displacement.

In a flash, it reappeared in front of Dave and thrust forward, lightning dancing around its clawed hand.

Dave froze—

Until shrill whistling sounds tore through the air. Above, Lyra and her wind dragon unleashed a storm of wind spears.

The undead turned, firing bolts of lightning to counter, the clash of elements echoing across the field.

Before it could escape again, it felt something tug at its legs. Glancing down, it saw shadowy hands emerging from the ground, pinning its feet in place.

Footsteps thundered in front of it—Dante, his hands encased in hardened earth.

“Here goes nothing!” he roared, slamming his stone gauntlets into the undead’s face.

The creature was launched back, skidding violently along the ground, chunks of stone and debris flying with it.

“Water Creation Magic: Water Snakes!” Charlotte yelled. Three serpentine torrents of water slithered through the air, chasing the undead as it scrambled to its feet.

Crackling with rage, the undead fired a burst of lightning that vaporized the watery attacks—only for two fireballs to explode from the steam, crashing into its chest and singeing its rotting clothes.

From the smoke, Scarlet was revealed, breathing heavily, her body trembling. She dropped to her knees.

‘That was all I had left… I’m out of mana.’

Seizing the moment, Dave and Dante charged together. As they closed in, a large purple bird soared past them and dove toward the stunned undead.

Boom! It exploded on impact, creating a smoke screen.

The two warriors burst through the cloud. Dante shifted the ground beneath the undead, unbalancing it, then smashed his earth gauntlets into its chest—slamming it into the ground and splintering the earth.

Dave raised his swords for the final strike—

Pain lanced through his body.

He looked down—his foot was gone, cleaved clean off.

“Arghh!!”

A searing lightning bolt slammed into his side, hurling him away like a ragdoll.

“Dave!” Dante shouted—only to be struck himself. A lightning blade slashed across his chest, drawing a river of blood as he was launched backward.

“I’ve had enough of this farce,” the zombie said coldly.

The undead raised its arms high. In an instant, a hundred lightning arrows formed in the sky above, casting an ominous glow over the battlefield.

“What the hell?!” Raze gasped, eyes wide in horror.

“Did you think that was its full power?” the talking zombie asked with a grin. “Of course not. This is a Level 10 Undead. And these arrows? They won’t just stun you—they’ll burn clean through whatever body part they strike.”

The sky darkened under the electric storm forming overhead.