Magus Supremacy - Chapter 212

Chapter 212: Can you defeat the boss?(Power stones bonus chap)
Chapter 212

The battle at Goltas had taken yet another perilous turn.

Above the battlefield, a swarm of crackling lightning arrows—a hundred in total—hovered ominously in the sky, their blue glow bathing the war-torn city in eerie illumination.

Each arrow aimed mercilessly at the exhausted students below, who were barely standing—especially the first-years. Most could only stare upward, paralyzed with dread.

Even Lyra’s wind dragon, once a symbol of hope, flickered in and out of existence until it vanished entirely. She plummeted gracefully from the sky, her body limp with exhaustion.

Dave and Dante? Their condition remained unknown. The last thing Vince saw was Dave’s foot being blown clean off before his body was flung across the battlefield like a rag doll.

Vince had screamed until his throat burned, but fear gripped him too tightly to move. The undead’s presence was overwhelming.

‘Damn it! We haven’t even seen the mastermind behind this ambush—or any potential allies. And yet… we’re already losing horribly,’ Arthur thought, his fists trembling as his eyes fixated on the death-laced lightning above.

“If you all manage to survive this,” the talking zombie sneered, voice like gravel grinding bone, “then maybe… just maybe, I’ll admit you’re not weak. But don’t get your hopes up!”

With a bone-chilling snap of its fingers, the arrows screamed downward like divine judgment.

“Alright, screw it—no more hiding!” a voice bellowed suddenly.

The ground rumbled.

Grey bolted to the frontlines in a blur, earth surging beneath him with terrifying force.

‘This will drain me… but if I don’t act, we’ll all die. I can’t afford to let them fall!’ Grey’s thoughts blazed as his body sped from one end of the group to the other, gathering momentum, manipulating the terrain.

All the students felt the quake beneath their feet—then the earth erupted.

Massive slabs of rock burst upward in synchronized motion, rising swiftly to form a protective dome.

The arrows neared—mere inches away—but Grey pushed himself past his breaking point, and the stone canopy sealed shut just in time.

The impact was thunderous.

Arrows collided violently with the dome, shaking the earth with such intensity that dust and debris rained down like a storm.

The students huddled inside, protected, while Grey raised a smaller wall to shield himself. Blood trickled from the corner of his lips as his body trembled.

Then—silence.

The arrows stopped.

The makeshift walls crumbled slowly, revealing the chaos outside. Homes were reduced to ashes, and the ground was riddled with craters. Grey dropped to one knee, coughing blood.

A soft flutter.

A radiant butterfly settled atop his head, and a gentle, healing light washed over his broken body. Flesh knit itself back together; his strength returned—slowly, but surely.

“This is the least I can do to thank you,” Vanica whispered with a warm, grateful smile.

Grey stood tall once more, his gaze locking onto the talking zombie—whose expression now twitched with rage.

“Did you forget?” Grey asked, his voice calm, yet laced with defiance. “Lightning is weak against earth.”

He clenched his fist. Flames burst around it in a sudden blaze. His lightning-imbued boots crackled with energy.

“And your pathetic puppet—” Grey smirked, “—is no match for me!”

Before the undead could respond, Grey blitzed forward like a thunderbolt, fist slamming into its gut with seismic force.

A shockwave exploded outward, hurling the undead across the battlefield.

As it crashed toward the ground, Grey snapped his fingers.

An earth spike surged up like a spear to impale the undead—but it recovered, rolling midair and narrowly dodging.

From its legs, streams of lightning surged toward Grey, who raised a wall just in time to block the blast.

“Mana’s almost gone. Two minutes at best before I’m dry. If only… I could break through now!” Grey thought with gritted teeth.

Ten earthen spikes erupted around him, then launched at the undead. It blurred from one spot to another, evading every shot as the ground shattered with every miss.

‘Just stand still once! That’s all I need!’

Twelve blazing fireballs formed around Grey. He fired them rapidly. The undead dashed through the flaming barrage and appeared directly in front of him, slamming a lightning bolt into Grey’s chest.

He flew backward, pain erupting in every fiber of his body. Blood sprayed from his mouth.

“Crap…” he gasped.

Then—a sharp crackle.

The undead loomed above him, raising one arm. A massive lightning arrow materialized, humming with raw energy.

With a sharp downward motion, it sent the arrow careening toward Grey’s limp body.

But in a flash—he moved.

With earth encasing his hands, Grey reached up, caught the arrow mid-flight, and—snap—shattered it.

Wiping blood from his cheek, he let out a slow breath.

“Got you.”

The undead’s eyes widened. Its legs suddenly felt like they were sinking. Looking down, it realized—earth had wrapped around its ankles, anchoring it firmly.

“This will burn everything I have left… but it’ll be worth it.”

“Fusion Magic!” Grey roared.

Everyone conscious felt their hearts skip a beat.

‘Fusion magic?! The same skill he used in the dungeon to annihilate thirty ant-beasts in a flash?’ Scarlet thought, stunned.

‘What’s he going to cast this time?’ Raze wondered.

“Thanks for standing still for me,” Grey said coldly. “Thunder Gale!”

A compressed crescent of wind—razor-sharp, infused with crackling lightning—formed before him. The air sizzled with tension.

“Bye.”

He snapped his fingers.

The blade shot forward like a meteor. It sliced past the undead—then through the ground behind it, carving a deep trench.

For a moment, the undead just stood there, still and silent. Confusion rippled among the students.

Then—ripppppp.

The body split cleanly in half. Each half toppled in opposite directions with a wet thud.

The students gasped.

Grey collapsed to his knees, his mana utterly depleted. He wasn’t the only one—many students dropped, exhausted but smiling.

They had won.

The terror that haunted them lay defeated. Relief washed over them like a long-awaited sunrise.

But it didn’t last.

A slow, mocking clap echoed.

“Impressive,” a new voice spoke—not from the zombie, but from the ground itself.

A figure emerged.

A young man, eyes slanted and glowing an unnatural yellow, rose slowly from the earth.

His wild, dark-blue hair looked like it had never met a comb, and his black robe fluttered faintly—emblazoned with an emblem resembling a dark eclipse.

An aura of death—sour, thick, and revolting—poured from his body. It wasn’t just spiritual. It smelled like death, like he’d been rotting for days… and yet, he was very much alive.

“You managed to kill my puppets,” he smirked. “But can you defeat the boss?”

The students froze. No mana. No stamina. No hope.

Grey gritted his teeth, trying to rise—only for someone else to step forward.

“If they can’t… I will. And I’ll make you pay for killing my friend!”

A shout pierced the air.

Everyone turned.

A young man with a blue bandana wrapped around his tousled yellow hair strode onto the battlefield.

His face bore fresh cuts, his sleeves were shredded, and blood stained his arms—but his eyes burned with fury.

“Viktor?!” Charlotte gasped.

Their senior marched forward, power surging around him.

“I know exactly how dangerous you are. That’s why I’m not holding anything back.”

He raised one hand to the sky.

“Magus Dominion!”