Earth's Greatest Magus

”We are too late, aren’t we?”

Emery concentrated and cast his spirit sense, from the place he stood on, he could tell the fight still raged on even in the Lioness’ main hall.

​​ ”No, this cannot be- No, not yet!”

He concentrated again and focused on the Lioness castle hall, before opening a [Spatial Gate].

”Let’s go, Morgana!”

A black circle appeared on the corner of the hall.

He came in right in the middle of a crucial fight. The Lioness was losing, badly. He could only spot around 20 knights fighting against a hundred and more are coming inside the hall

When the knights noticed his sudden arrival through the weird black portal, the fight quickly stopped and everyone who survived stared at him in shock.

”Lanzo! How did you-” Lucas, one of the surviving young knights, broke the silence.

Emery ignored him, looked to the throne room and saw her.

The princess’ formerly beautiful clothes were stained with blood and mud and the edges were torn. She knelt next to the dying king, her father, with her eyes glimmering with tears, but when their eyes met, she stared at him in shock, unable to say anything in this reunion.

Emery quickly dashed, landing next to the king. Unfortunately, his recent cultivation problem made him unable to cast his healing spell [Nature Blessing]. He quickly tore a hole in the air, reached in, and gave Gwen a jar of his new enhanced [Healing Paste], hoping it would be enough to stop the bleeding. 

He took the jar so instantly that even the princess was still unable to understand what he just did. 

”Put it on his wound. It will stop the bleeding”

The princess, still in confusion, accepted the paste. She was still staring at him for a second, before breaking out of her reverie and quickly attended to her father’s wound.

All of a sudden, Fantumar shouted.

”Magic! How?… Who… Who are… No, you are that boy!”

Emery stood calmly and walked towards the hundreds of knights surrounding the throne. Fantumar and the Dread Knight stood in front of them.

”Lanzelot! Yes, you are that new silver knight champion, Lanzelot!”

Fantumar and his knight took a step forward, prompting the surviving king’s knights to step back reforming their defensive line in front of their King

Seeing the threat, Morgana unconsciously opened her palm and created a fireball ready to attack. Fantumar looked at her in shock, before finally connecting the dots.

”You! You brought a witch, a fey witch!”

Hearing Fantumar’s claim, it appears he thought Morgana was the one casting all of the magic.

”A knight and a fey witch! Hahaha! boy! Did you get possessed? Those witches are known to be able to do such a thing, after all!”

Emery’s eyebrows twitched. Quite some time had passed since he last saw the pig. It seemed he became even more despicable. Though he was annoyed, he keep his calm, he just kept walking forward, until he stood a few meters away from the noble. 

With a sudden grin on his face, Emery thought that it’s a good time to take revenge for his family. Thinking about the burning Ambrose estate and the graves, unconsciously a rage start building up in him.

The Dread Knight seemed to have deemed him too close, deciding to point his massive broadsword at him.

The golden knight in black armor spoke to him, his voice was heavy with a condescending tone. 

”Get lost, kid! Your silver champion title doesn’t mean shit! Come back when you become a golden knight!”

Hearing the dread knights threat only made Emery let out a mocking smile. He ignored the soon-to-die moron and looked towards all the opposing knights in front of him. He calmly drew his sword, pointed it at them and said.

”If you want to leave with your lives, Now is the time!”

Many knights had heard about Lanzelot’s strength, but none had really seen it for themselves. However, despite the probability Lanzelot was stronger than them, they were more concerned with the presence of the witch.

Fantumar pointed at Emery and shouted to his men. ”There is just one witch and we have a hundred knights along with our Black knight here! Attack!”

The black-armored knight swung his huge sword towards Emery. The size of the sword and his strength made the attack heavy, yet fast.

Clank!

Unfortunately for him, Emery didn’t seem perturbed at all. He easily parried it with a sword on one hand. From the corner of his eyes, he saw another knight, a silver knight, jumping to attack him from the side. He stayed calm, stared at Fantumar and said.

”Two… There are two, not one.”

It took Fantumar a few seconds before he understood what the young knight meant.

Shadows started to gather on Emery’s other hand before forming into some kind of crescent-shaped blade.

[Enfeeble Blade]

He swung the blade so quickly, none of the other knights could follow its movement.

Splat!

”Aaaarrrgggghhh! My armmmm!”

A shrill, pained scream could be heard from the black knight and Fantumar stared in shock as his strongest knight’s arm was cleanly cut and fell to the floor. The arm twitched in vain, still holding the massive sword. 

At the same time, he realized the black magic also flew through the silver knight. Blood gushed all around his body as he fell down, dying instantly before reaching the floor.

Emery one spell killed a silver knight and made the arrogant knight lose his arm. 

”Magic! A wizard!”

Fantumar’s face paled. Still in shock, he moved a few steps back and hastily ordered his knights to attack!

At this moment, no one realized what exactly Emery did, but they were bound by orders to attack. Hastily, they pulled out their weapons and rushed towards him.

Emery still didn’t react, his eyes still focused towards Fantumar. It was as if whatever he would do next was a performance, just for him.

First, Emery thrust his sword forward and finished the dread knight with a clean stab through his chest.

The strongest knight of the Lioness kingdom could only stare in utter shock, losing his life to a young knight.

Emery kicked down the knight’s lifeless body and leaned down to pick up the dread knight’s sword. He started to swing the massive weapon and his blade together with an intricate footwork reminiscent of a beautiful dance.

Swish! Splat!

His battle power had greatly increased since 6 months ago. Now, even without his battle art, no one here was even able to follow his speed and strength.

A group of knights tried to rush him from his side, only to be stopped with a ball of fire charging towards them. Caught off guard, two of the frontmost knights were roasted in their armor, while the rest stepped back in fear.

Within minutes, with only the two of them, dozens of knights fell.

All the remaining knights, along with Gwen were shocked to see such an unbelievable carnage unfolding in front of them.

After 50 knights fell, to their death or just laying in pain around him, none the other dare to approach. Until a shout was heard...

”Archers!” Fantumar called.

The knights quickly formed a line and pulled the string of their bows, with the arrows pointed to the front. They did not seem to care whether the surviving frontline knights might get hit.

Before they could release the arrows, Emery disappeared and instantly reappeared next to the archer lines. He threw two [Enfeeble Blades] before any of them could react, quickly breaking the lines and causing the unlucky knights to fall down like dominoes.

Screams and shouts of fear resounded throughout the area as people realized Emery could easily cut down his enemies with his magic.

All attacks were stopped and Emery walked towards Fantumar, a hint of anger swirling behind his gaze.

”Who… What… are you?”

”Why you confuse? You guessed right the first time. I am a fey witch!”