Magus Supremacy

Chapter 943: Deep Shit

Chapter 943

’Hm. We have just taken down about a thousand men if I’m correct. Damn. Nine thousand more to go,’ Kael calculated, his eyes darting across the chaotic landscape with calm intensity.

His choker pulsated for a few seconds, a familiar rhythmic thrum against his skin.

"What?"

"Kael. Reinforcements have been rallied and sent your way. They should be arriving in five minutes or so."

’Five minutes? A lot could happen within that specific time frame.’

"Alright. I will hold off just long enough for them to arrive." A brief pause later, Kael added,

"Hasn’t the Emperor been briefed yet? If Grey is with him, he would also be told, right? What’s the delay for?"

"...."

The man on the other end didn’t reply for several seconds, as if he were pondering something complex.

Finally, he replied:

"I have been trying to reach the Emperor’s personal telepath for a while now, but for some reason, he is blocking off any connection. I’m still trying my best and hopefully, it will connect soon."

Kael nodded, his jaw tightening.

"Okay. Keep me in touch."

"Sure."

As the connection faded, his face darkened.

’What is he planning? Something doesn’t feel right.’

Looking ahead, he could see the wide expanse of the battlefield clearly, but he was unable to distinguish his team members individually.

They were buried so deeply in the midst of the massive host that their silhouettes were impossible to track.

However, he knew they were still fighting with everything they had.

Three members had charged forward with him, and he could see the three distinct fronts of the skirmish.

The enemy ranks were divided into three main groups, and the combat remained fierce.

Though not every soldier was engaged in direct melee, those in the rear stood back, providing support wherever they could.

The majority of the reserves directed their volleys toward the sky, attempting to pluck the wind bird down, but Raze was swift enough to weave through the magical barrage while countering with his own aerial strikes.

"Five minutes."

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In another sector of the battlefield, Greg was in a serious pickle of his own.

He was pinned to the ground with his back to the floor, blood dribbling down his lips as he looked upward with a widened, frantic gaze.

Above him, a hundred wind arrows were descending rapidly on his position.

His mind was racing with lightning speed, calculating every possible maneuver to avoid the impending strikes.

But before he could manage to decide on a course of action, a glowing bubble immediately encased him in its protective grasp.

Booom—! Doooom—!

The ground shuddered violently from the relentless clash of the wind arrows against the barrier.

"Aaaaaah!" Greg yelled loudly as powerful tremors passed through his body.

The bubble was shaking massively under the pressure.

His frame was bouncing up and down along with the shimmering sphere, the jarring motion making him want to lose consciousness, but he held on.

His teeth ground tightly together through sheer determination.

The arrows kept coming, wave after wave, while he continued to bounce with each successive impact.

’Art... argh... Arthur’s barrier was unable to withstand this amount of barrage during our earlier years in the academy. He sure has grown enough over the years for his affinity to be able to hold out this long,’ Greg thought, impressed despite the pain.

His eyes caught a fleeting glimpse of the wind bird dealing with its own troubles from the men trying to bring it down.

Yet, despite the pressure on his own position, Arthur still decided to perform his responsibilities as the unwavering shield of the squad.

’... Huh? Dumbass! Why not just create protection for the wind bird instead of weaving around?! Fool!’

He wanted to shout it out to the mage, but with the cacophony of battle and the screams of elemental barrages rolling across the plain, he was certain he wouldn’t be heard.

Doing so would only be wasting precious energy that needed to be reserved for the struggle.

Speaking of the fight, the sound of something akin to glass cracking rang through his ears.

He looked up to see the barrier beginning to yield under the immense pressure of the wave.

Regaining his composure immediately, arcs of lightning began fizzling around his body—concentrating intensely around his feet and hands.

The fissures on the barrier deepened, spreading to such an extent that he knew the collapse was imminent.

Crack—! Crack—! Shatter—!

The whole bubble disintegrated.

At that precise moment, Greg zapped forward with such overwhelming velocity that the sparks of electricity dancing around his frame weren’t just hitting the ground; they were arcing into the enemies nearby as he delved into their midst.

Screams of electrifying pain coursed through their veins, paralyzing them for a fleeting moment.

Before he could capitalize on the opening, however, more men swiftly closed in on him.

A mage swung a bare fist toward Greg’s face.

Though Greg tried to dodge, the strike grazed him, and from the corner of his eye, he spotted a viscous green liquid dripping from the man’s knuckles.

His pupils dilated almost immediately as a stinging, sharp pain coursed through his face.

Staggering backward with a stunned expression, he touched his cheek only to find a tinge of blood on his thumb.

His eyes widened in horror as he quickly cast a look at the man who had struck him.

The man’s hands were dripping.

It wasn’t blood or sweat, but a corrosive greenish fluid that caused the very earth to evaporate the moment it touched the ground.

Quickly scanning his surroundings, Greg realized that mages with this exact ability now stood all around him.

’Wait a moment...’

His gaze sharpened instantly as he looked deeper into their features.

’... Huh? Why do all the mages with their hands dripping with that magic look so identical?’

The figures all smirked at once—a dangerous, sinister smile that stretched toward their ears.

Unhesitatingly, they lunged toward him with unhinged speed.

’Shoot! There aren’t a dozen mages around me; there’s only one who can create copies of himself with... with the acid affinity? A dual-affinity user?!’

Greg knew it then; he was in deep shit.

The dozen duplicates were now upon him, ready to burn multiple holes right through his body.