Magus Supremacy - Chapter 213

Chapter 213: Why I’m part of the big three! (Power stones bonus chap)
Chapter 213

A few moments ago at Lunaria Academy, two third-year elites—Sol and Viktor—stood against a monstrous tide of three hundred undead, consisting of skeletal soldiers, ogres, and festering zombies. The battlefield reeked of death and decay, but they remained unfazed.

In a split second, Viktor activated Breakthrough, and power surged through his veins as his eyes glinted with intensity. He wasted no time.

“Gravity Magic: Graviole!” he roared.

Instantly, a crushing gravitational force slammed down on the battlefield.

Over fifty zombies crumpled like paper, their heads exploding against the ground like overripe melons.

Bone shards and blood spattered the dirt as gravity did its gruesome work.

Meanwhile, Sol danced like a phantom between the undead. With twin bone swords—salvaged from fallen skeletal warriors—she sliced her way through the chaos.

Agile and fierce, she flipped backward mid-air to dodge a massive ogre’s sword. The colossal weapon slammed into the ground, cracking it with an earth-shaking impact.

With grace and momentum, Sol ran up the ogre’s sword, pushed off mid-stride, and drove her blade deep into its skull.

A sickening crack echoed as she flipped off, landing smoothly on her feet, her hair whipping behind her like a banner of war.

Suddenly, two bursts of wind magic tore through the air from a cluster of twenty zombies, targeting her.

Just before impact, glowing runes materialized, swallowing the wind slashes whole and swirling like a protective vortex.

Then the ground beneath the zombies lit up. Gusts of wind exploded from below, launching the creatures into the air.

Their bodies slammed into nearby trees with brutal force, skulls splintering on impact.

“I don’t need Breakthrough to deal with you weaklings,” Sol muttered, twisting away from a skeletal spear thrust toward her abdomen.

With surgical precision, she shattered the weapon with her bone blade and leaped back just in time to evade another ogre’s charge.

Her fingers blurred through the air, drawing runes mid-combat. With a sudden flash, chains erupted into existence, swinging wildly and ripping through the horde.

Five chains then twisted into a massive binding rope that coiled around an ogre, squeezing tight as it roared in agony.

Sol surged forward, her bone sword gleaming.

She ducked a spear from a nearby skeleton and countered with a bone-breaking uppercut to its jaw, shattering the skull in an instant.

‘Rune Magic… Over the years, I’ve mastered countless ways to use it,’ Sol thought. ‘I can redirect attacks, empower my body, lay traps, and even trigger distant effects in places I’ve marked before.’

She skidded to a halt, surrounded by fifty skeletal soldiers. The ogre, still bound in chains, began thrashing violently.

Snap!

At her command, the chained ogre rolled like a wrecking ball, pulverizing the surrounding skeletons.

Bones splintered and cracked under its massive weight, reducing the army to dust within seconds.

Now, only ogres and zombies remained—and Viktor was already thinning their numbers.

He stepped back, narrowly avoiding a deadly ogre sword swipe. With a flick of his fingers, he amplified gravity around the beast’s head.

The ogre smashed its own face into the ground with a sickening crunch, teeth scattering like gravel.

“Also—I can do this!” Viktor shouted.

His body glowed faintly as he blitzed into the fray. Zombies turned to him, launching wind slashes, but a swirling black hole appeared before him, sucking the attacks into its void.

“Pathetic!” he spat.

With a raise of his hand, he lessened the gravity surrounding the zombies. They began to float helplessly, arms flailing in midair.

Suddenly, a sword slashed past his face—so close it drew blood. An ogre had slipped through his defenses.

Viktor retaliated with a pure mana blast, sending the ogre skidding, and then increased the pressure around its skull until it exploded like a bursting balloon.

Then, with a gesture, he slammed the floating zombies into the earth. They hit with bone-shattering force, forming a crater where they landed. Their heads detached from their bodies—dead once more.

“I know you were once human… but I can’t waste time here,” Viktor said, eyes steely. “The longer I stay, the higher the chance Jack escapes.”

Suddenly, an ogre ambushed him from the side, catching him off guard.

“Sol!” he shouted.

A defensive rune shimmered to life in front of him. Chains wrapped around his forearms in an X shape just as the ogre’s sword came down.

The blow sent tremors through his bones, the chains quivering under the force. Pain surged through his arms and into his chest.

“ARGHHHHH!” he roared, teeth gritted.

He shoved the ogre back, the chains snapping apart, sleeves torn—but his arms remained unscathed.

“You don’t know your place,” Viktor growled, locking eyes with the remaining ogres—eighty-six in total.

“KNEEL!”

The air thickened. Ogres dropped to their knees, crushed by invisible weights. Viktor’s aura intensified, the whites of his eyes glowing as his hair floated, charged with power.

“BOW!”

The command was absolute. The ogres’ skulls slammed into the dirt, cracking the ground beneath them.

One ogre, barely resisting the pressure from the outer edge, managed to lunge forward from above, sword raised.

Viktor looked up and narrowed his gaze.

“Know your place, undead. WARP!”

The pressure tripled in a flash. The ogre burst mid-air—blood and bone splattered everywhere. Its sword fell harmlessly, grazing Viktor’s cheek.

Turning to the last of the ogres, he raised a single hand.

“This is why I’m one of the Big Three at the Academy… DIE!”

The gravity crushed down like a mountain. If the pressure before felt like a car, now it was a freight train.

The ogres’ bodies caved in, flattened into the ground with horrific force.

Silence.

The spell faded, and Viktor collapsed to one knee, gasping for breath. Sol, nearby, sliced through the final ogre, blood on her face and torn robes fluttering in the wind.

“What next?” Sol asked, catching her breath.

“Next?” Viktor echoed, rising slowly. “We won… right? No more undead.”

“Shouldn’t that worry us more?” she asked.

Viktor’s gaze darkened. “It means one of two things. Either the puppeteer is dead… or he no longer needs the undead.”

Sol’s eyes narrowed. “Which means he could be at Goltas Village… right now.”

“I’m not sure, he could very well att…” Viktor stuttered as his eyes widened and then his hands clenched. “He is at Goltas village now!” He said and without waiting for anything, he jumped up very high and then whistled.

He shot into the air and whistled sharply.

“Yin!”

A massive bird, flesh and blood—not magic—swooped beneath him. In the blink of an eye, they were airborne, heading toward the village with a thunderous flap.

“Jack, I promise… I will make you pay!” Viktor growled.

In under three minutes, the bird arrived. Viktor leapt down, landing softly. Ahead stood the necromancer, smirking wickedly.

“You defeated the puppets,” the necromancer said, arms spread. “But can you defeat the boss?”

Viktor stepped forward, battle-worn and bloodied, his yellow hair messy beneath a blue bandana. Cuts lined his face and arms. His eyes burned with vengeance.

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

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{A/N}

This is the last extra chapter for meeting one of the mass release goals for last week. I hope you all enjoy the chapters 😊

Our mass release goals this week has been locked in guys! I hope we can also hit this goal like we did last week.

Below are the goals:

150 Power Stones = 2 Extra Chapters

50 Golden Tickets = 2 Extra Chapters

Magic Castle = 5 Chapters

Spacecraft = 10 Chapters

Golden Gachapon = 15 Chapters

Let’s crush those goals together!