Earth's Greatest Magus

Chapter 2775: Legacy

”Emery?! I am not him... not really.”

The cloaked specialist’s voice was quiet, strained, yet the familiarity rang unmistakably in Julian’s ears. He barely had a second to process it—because the golem had already chosen its next prey.

With a grinding metallic roar, the construct angled its golden-lit eyes toward Dravic. The hammer in its hand hummed with heat and killing intent. Dravic, who had been inching toward the altar, immediately changed direction, scrambling back toward the Nova Roma group.

”I am NOT fighting that thing alone!! No chance!!”

Julian gritted his teeth. As much as he despised trusting Dravic, the situation was spiraling too quickly.

”...Fine,” Julian hissed. ”But if you make even one wrong move, I will kill you before the golem does.”

Dravic swallowed but said nothing.

A burst of holy radiance flooded the hall.

Casiel the Seraph rose into the air, six wings spread wide. As he activated his battlefield domain, thousands of golden feathers shed from his wings like falling stars—and then each ignited with searing holy flame.

He raised his javelin.

Every feather turned, angled, and followed its tip like a thousand flaming blades.

The golem sensed the incoming threat. With mechanical precision, it raised its hammer high. Runes along its metal surface burned alive.

This was no ordinary artifact—it was Randhall’s Forgebreaker, the legendary creation of the ancient machinist. Forged from celestial ore quenched in primordial flame, it was said to carry the essence of both metal and inferno. A high-grade tier-7 treasure worthy of its era.

And in the golem’s hands, it was unstoppable.

The hammer fell.

Searing shockwaves rippled through the hall, crushing the incoming feathers, splitting Casiel’s technique apart like brittle glass. The Seraph was thrown back violently, blood spraying from his mouth. Casiel didn’t relent—he surged forward again, wings flaring wide. The clash resumed mid-air, gold and white light exploding through the hall.

The golem clearly possessed the stronger body and the superior weapon... But Casiel has a better technique and the divine power; he fought like a being born of the heavens, each movement powered by sacred flame. His spear blazed, his feathers burned, and every strike created shockwaves that rippled across the chamber. Metal rang, fire hissed, and shards of golden light scattered with each impact.

Yet even as the Seraph struggled to hold the line, Dravic’s attention had shifted elsewhere.

He stared at the battle—but not with admiration.

His eyes gleamed with hunger.

Forgebreaker—Randhall’s legendary hammer—was everything he had ever dreamed of. A tier-7 masterpiece. He had worshipped that legacy since childhood.

But greed alone wouldn’t save him.

He didn’t move to assist Casiel.

Instead, he turned sharply toward Julian, voice urgent.

”We need the other tier-7 artifacts! Only with those, we can stop that thing!”

The logic was sound. Even Poseidon nodded sharply.

But instead of answering Dravic, Julian turned to the hooded magus beside him, the mysterious specialist. The figure met his gaze and simply nodded.

”I’ll go. You stay and guard the others.”

Dravic blinked in confusion. ”You—??”

But there was no time. With Poseidon and Gustov moving as well, the Volkov leader simply had little interest in a mere magus realm specialist.

The four streaked across the ruined hall in a blur of magic-light toward the altar.

Behind them, Casiel made one last desperate attack—but the golem countered with terrifying speed, smashing him straight into the back wall. The Seraph collapsed, wings dimmed, halo flickering.

The golem shifted its focus to the four and charged forward.

”STOP IT! Buy me some time!!” Dravic roared, voice cracking under panic as the monstrosity closed in.

Poseidon ignored him and aimed straight for the hovering armor.

Guskov understood his role and planted his feet. He turned, bracing the massive artifact on his shoulder, unleashing a storm of cosmic bullets.

But the golem didn’t flinch.

It barreled through the storm of cosmic bullets as if Guskov were throwing pebbles. One swing of its massive arm struck the cannoneer directly—

SMASH!

Guskov flew across the room, slammed into a pillar, and slid down in a heap. Unconscious or worse.

Only several meters remained before the altar when Dravic spun around, desperation lighting his face.

”I’ll hold him!” he shouted. ”YOU take the armor!”

The Voskov leader drew out his metal anvil artifact once more. With his two cosmos powers ignited, he managed to halt the golem’s advance for a precious second—just long enough to give Poseidon a chance to reach the altar and seize the armor.

The mysterious magus specialist followed behind him, voice low. ”Be careful.”

Poseidon scoffed. He had heard Julian call this man Emery, but they were never on good terms. He dismissed the warning and reached for the tier-7 armor himself.

The moment his hand touched it—

A violent surge of energy blasted through him like divine lightning.

”ARGHHH!!”

The sea god convulsed as runes flared across the armor’s surface. A trap, a ward—activated in full force. Not only was Poseidon grievously shocked, but his entire body stiffened, locked in place. Worse still, the unintended activation made him the golem’s new priority target.

The golem’s eyes snapped toward Poseidon instantly.

Forgebreaker flew from its grip—straight at Poseidon’s skull.

In that split second before it struck, the mysterious magus specialist acted.

He darted in with a swift, almost casual smile, then unleashed a powerful kick to Poseidon’s chest—forcing the immobilized god to release his grasp on the armor and tumble away just far enough. Forgebreaker crashed into empty air instead of splitting him in half.

In that same instant, Dravic made a sudden turn—

But not toward the golem or the armor.

He lunged for one of the other hovering items—a small pendant with a velvet gemstone suspended within a golden frame.

That was his goal all along.

The moment his fingers closed around it, his expression twisted into triumph.

”Hahaha! You fools! Only a true Randhall bloodline can wield these treasures!”

The pendant pulsed with bright resonance—responding to him.

Dravic raised it high as the golem thundered toward him.

”I am the rightful heir of Randhall’s legacy!

You will now obey ME!”