Earth's Greatest Magus

Nexus Planet’s third colony

300 miles away south of the first colony and 100 miles away North of the wasteland border.

It had been a few hours since the colony had been taken over by the rebels, and currently, all were standing in their position. They were gathered and ready for the incoming threats.

Among those people who were standing by, one man stood tall above the wall with an observing expression. In front of him, his glaives stood tall as he was ready for a battle.

His eyes looked at the yellow dessert in front of him. The man’s demeanor looked quite calm, but it was certain that he was thinking about the upcoming battle.

On this solid wall, the man was standing alone, until soon enough from the man’s shadow, a figure arose and turned into the form of a young Asian man.

“Chumo! So, what’s the situation? How far away?” asked the man.

“25 minutes, but wait, we have another surprise coming.”

Minutes after Chumo said the words, a dozen vehicles arrived from the west.

The two instantly switched their sight to the direction where dozens of Nexus vehicles and war machines coming toward the colony.

“Are they coming to make trouble!?” Thrax was ready to fight when Chumo stopped him.

“Calm down!” Chumo firmly said.

The one who just arrived was someone Thrax recognizes, a female Nexus Lieutenant, Vilma. She was the same person as the one who assisted him in capturing the rebel before.

“The lieutenant manages to gather all the soldiers from colony two who decide to stay, they are coming to join the battle to stop orcs,” said Chumo, who knows the fact beforehand.

More help was definitely better, yet no one seemed to have ever imagined that these rebels and soldiers who were fighting among each other just days ago, have now stood to fight together.

“Let’s hope they don’t kill each other before the orc arrives.”

“They won’t!” said the lieutenant while approaching the two, and ready for an order.

Chumo however, told the two to be patient as he knew that another would come.

From the northern sky, a medium size ship arrived at speed and landed on the open field inside the colony. As the ship’s door opened, hundreds of fighters came out, all fully armed and ready for battle. Among those fighters, a familiar figure was standing between them, she was the beautiful Egyptian queen,

As soon as she arrived, the girl floated to the top of the wall. She approached her friends at a leisurely pace, and with a smile she casually said,

“Great, I am not too late.”

Klea then briefed about how the first colony was already under rebel control and how Shane Quartermain had made all necessary preparation with millions ready to fight.

​ “Let’s not hope it will reach that,” Chumo said.

The Thracians, however, were more serious as usual as he said, “No, Chumo, it’s good to hope for the best, but in battle, we always should prepare for the worst!”

The gladiator reminded us that their objective of taking a stand in the second colony should be only to buy more time for the civilian evacuations toward the north, when that was achieved they would continue the battle in the first colony.

Chumo nodded and then he started giving the layout of the situation to everyone.

Previously, Chumo had sent his shadow figures as scouts and became his eyes and ears. He also used his [Eye of Raven], so he could predict the number and had a sound calculation.

“With the number and speed of the orcs, compared to the evacuation situation, we would need to hold down for at least two hours,” he explained.

“Only two hours?”

Chumo nodded and continued to explain that even if they could hold more than two hours, it wouldn’t make a significant difference as the orc’s left and right wing would already pass too deep.

Klea appeared to think for a moment, she looked toward the colony and saw the few thousands of fighters. Chumo who was watching Klea seemed to know what the girl questioned in mind, hence, he gave a number.

“With the number of fighters you brought, combined with the rebels, the Nexus soldiers, and other civilian volunteers, we have 5522 men in total,” said Chumo.

Of the number, one-third were saint warriors, and most of the rest were medium-level fighters. It’s not a dominating number compared to the orcs, but these were all they got.

“The good news is most of them were armed with rifles and armor, thanks to the newly acquired Replicator,” Chumo added.

Meanwhile for the girl, when she heard the numbers, Klea smiled at the gladiator who will become the commander of this battle and asked, “Can we hold them for two hours? With this number?”

Thrax paused for a few seconds, his eyes darted straight in the direction where the threat would appear in a moment, and then with a serious expression, “Not yet!”

It was at that moment that the people within the colony could hear the rumble from the distance followed by the flying sand that appeared like a sand storm.

“They are coming!” “Ready for a battle!’ Lieutenant Vilma quickly formed the lines above the walls and below.

From a distance, millions of orcs all came down from a hill like an army of ants. A number that these people had never seen before, and this quickly made all these fighters tremble in fear, afterall most of them never have real battle experience before.

As if that was the moment Thrax was waiting for, he confidently walked to the highest wall and raised his glaives toward the sand cloud, all faces staring at him.

He stood valiantly, his determination seemed to radiate energy to everyone who witnessed him. With his glaives that appeared to pierce the sky, the man shouted from the top of his lungs.

“Are you afraid, men?!! You should!! But here I am asking you to fight your fear and be brave!!” Thrax then swings his glaives aim straight at the incoming orcs and continues to shout even fiercer than before.

“Every single orc you kill means one less orc killing your loved ones! So kill! Kill as many as you can! Follow me, I am Thrax, the immortal gladiator!! I will lead you!! I will show you! We will slaughter them all!!”

In the name of humanity, his voice boomed along with his already fiery spirit. The short speeches successfully brought the spirit of all 5000 men, all were ready to fight.

“Slaughter them all!!” “Kill!!”

Thrax turned to his friends and said “Now, they are ready!”