Earth's Greatest Magus

The deafening clash of weapons and roars of celestial creatures echoed through the chamber as the battle on the eighth layer intensified. The magus, clad in tattered robes and wielding their arcane powers, fought desperately against the overwhelming celestial forces. The air was thick with the stench of blood, and the ground trembled beneath the continuous onslaught.

“HEALERS!! We Need more healers on the west side!!” “Watch out! more spiders coming from above!!”

Nearly an hour had passed since the lockdown lifted, the once-organized defense was showing signs of wear, fatigue, and desperation. The chamber was littered with mountains of corpses, the fallen bodies of both celestial creatures and magus, as the relentless onslaught continued.

The promise of reinforcements of special units, including grand magus and even supreme magus remained elusive. None had made it to the deepest part of the ruins yet. It seemed that reaching the battleground was no easy feat for figures above the magus rank. As the casualties mounted, many magus began to lose faith, and a few even started to retreat from the relentless battle.

“Do not falter! We need to hold on!! Reinforcements will soon arrive!” roared Zach, his voice cutting through the chaos like a thunderous command. The dragon prince had been engaged in a relentless battle—a 4 against 1 confrontation with the self-proclaimed demon lord. Despite the overwhelming odds, the creature refused to succumb, rising again and again from each crushing blow. Its form seemed to evolve, gaining strength with every regeneration.

“You cannot kill me!!” the demon lord taunted, reveling in its apparent invincibility. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ Novᴇlꜰɪre.nᴇt

Kasius, the ominous figure behind the creature, underwent a macabre transformation. His once humanoid form twisted into a massive, pitch-black entity, standing at an imposing five meters. Long, swiveling horns adorned its head, and a massive, sharp pincer arm extended menacingly. Seizing the opportunity presented by the distracted dragon prince, the creature lunged once more towards the center, aiming to disrupt the magus maintaining the crucial formation. Emery, resolute in his fusion form, used his immense strength to block and entangle the pitch-black creature. His rooted arms held the menacing entity in check, preventing it from advancing further. Mahinder, the monk, seized the opportunity and unleashed a barrage of holy palm strikes, each blow carrying the weight of his devotion to vanquishing the dark force. Olivier, the Sword Saint, complemented the assault by piercing his sword into the creature’s back with precision.

The creature bellowed in frustration, its roars echoing through the chamber. Despite the formidable onslaught, its ominous resilience proved daunting. Emery strained to maintain the fusion form, feeling the strain on his body intensify with each passing moment.

“ARRGHH!!! Let me go!! You cannot hold me down forever!!” the creature howled, and Unfortunately, its prediction proved accurate. The prolonged maintenance of the fusion form had taken its toll on Emery. The roots began to splinter, threatening to break apart.

Emery, determined to buy a few crucial seconds, pushed himself to the limit. The arrival of Zach, the Dragon Prince, was a timely intervention. With a divine dragon technique, Zach cleaved the creature in two with his massive sword.

SPLLLAATT!!!

The chamber resonated with the sound of the creature’s demise. As the demonic creature split, so did Emery’s fusion form. The roots began to disentangle from his body, leaving him surrounded by six exhausted plant creatures.

ku ku.. kuang ku..

Concerned for their safety, Emery swiftly drew them into the Khaos gate, ensuring their retreat from the battlefield.

While Emery worked swiftly to secure the plant creatures into the safety, his companions didn’t pause to celebrate. Olivier, Mahinder, and Zach continued their relentless assault on the wounded creature, bombarding it with weapons and spells. Yet, to their frustration, the creature regenerated once more, displaying an unnerving resilience.

“Damn!! Monster!!” exclaimed the Sword Saint, his irritation palpable. Mahinder, the monk, added with concern, “It will not die, it will keep feeding power from the netherrealm!!”

The four of them shared a sense of urgency as they contemplated the imminent return of the creature to its full form. Simultaneously, the cracks on the protective formation were widening, signaling the weakening of their defenses. The urgency in the voices of his companions reflected the gravity of the situation.

“How long until reinforcement comes?!”

“We need to do something!”

In the midst of this tension, Emery heard familiar female voices entering his mind, and the soft, yet resolute words echoed,

It was the voice of the high elf priestess, and as soon as she spoke those words, she abruptly ceased the restraining formation and cast a massive explosion of an ice spell, one identical to what Emery had witnessed in his vision.

[Prismatic Existence]

A powerful ninth-tier spell, “Prismatic Existence” froze the entire rift in space, sealing it off and ensnaring the colossal arm within its frigid grasp. The magnitude of the spell was awe-inspiring, and it required the sacrifice of the high elf priestess, Loriel. She shattered into tiny crystalline dust, her essence woven into the fabric of the magical frost that enveloped the rift.

The spell not only halted the threat of the tentacles but also immobilized the celestial assailants. The spiders, too, were turned stiff by the freezing spell. The collective effect of Loriel’s sacrifice and the powerful spell she cast elicited cheers of relief and gratitude from the magus who witnessed this selfless act.

Unfortunately, Emery couldn’t share their relief at all, as he knew it would not last for long. In fact, it couldn’t hold as long as it did before. The entire assembly of magus was stunned to witness the ice rapidly cracking apart, and a massive, ominous energy emanated from within.

The sight was quickly interpreted as a sign of retreat by others. What remained of the Imperium and Arcane magus had decided to flee, setting off a chain reaction as many others followed suit.

“NO! Don’t leave!!” Emery shouted in desperation, knowing that the retreat would only spell disaster to all.