Magus Supremacy-Chapter 218: Obliterate them!

"It's your turn now."

Those outside the shattered domain heard the chilling voice echo just as Viktor's barrier collapsed, revealing him crumpled on the ground.

His chest heaved with every breath, his eyes pitch black, and blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Viktor!" Sol cried out, her voice cracking as she surged forward—only to freeze mid-step.

She looked down. Shadowy, clawed hands writhed out of the ground, coiling tightly around her ankles and rooting her in place.

"Let me go!" she screamed, turning furiously in the direction the shadows came from.

"Can't do that," Selene replied, her voice cold and rational. "We need to think smart. Not emotionally."

"Exactly," Dave added, rising to his feet with barely a scratch. "You know Viktor better than any of us. Do you really believe he'd go down that easily?"

Beside him, Vanica was drenched in sweat, her breaths shallow and mana nearly depleted. Yet she remained standing, determination burning in her eyes.

A sharp voice cut through the tension.

"Did you think I'd lose so easily?" Jack asked, stepping forward. But just as he moved, Viktor's hand latched onto his ankle, halting him.

"It's… it's… not… over yet…" Viktor rasped, blood still trickling from his lips. "I… will… kill you…"

"Oh, please." Jack scoffed and drove his foot hard into Viktor's hand—then kicked his head. Viktor's grip slackened, and he collapsed again.

"I'll kill you!" Sol screamed, fury surging through her. Runes lit up around her, glowing violently with her mana.

But before she could act, wham!

A sharp pain exploded at the back of her head.

"Seriously? How on Earth did you make it to third year?" Grey's voice mocked from behind her, his knuckles still raised from the strike.

Sol turned, eyes blazing. "How dare you hit me?!"

Grey smirked. "Give me a break. You didn't even notice me sneaking up behind you—and you think you're ready to take him on?"

With a nonchalant shrug, he stepped forward, hands stuffed casually in his pockets.

As he flicked one hand outward, Viktor's limp form suddenly flew toward them. Jack reached out to grab him back—but was forced to recoil when twin wind blades sliced toward his wrists.

Two ogres leapt forward just in time, using their massive swords to deflect the blades.

But the brief distraction was enough. Grey caught Viktor midair and gently laid him beneath Vanica's feet.

"I know your core's exhausted," he said to her without turning. "Rest. When you recover, do what you can for him. We'll need him back soon—for his revenge."

Jack snarled. "You… Ever since I arrived, you've been a thorn in my side."

Behind him, the ground quaked—and two hundred undead rose in unison, an army of ogres and skeletal warriors, eyes glowing with cold hatred.

"A thorn?" Grey arched a brow. "Come on, I was hoping you'd at least say I'm a giant tree in your path."

"Kill him," Jack snapped.

The undead army charged. A chaotic tide of snarling monsters surged toward Grey, who remained completely still—just one meter away.

"You know the drill," Grey said calmly.

Above him, the skies answered.

A colossal wind dragon roared into existence, its serpentine body coiling above like a wrathful god. Then came the storm.

Hundreds of wind blades rained down like divine judgment, slicing into the horde. Limbs flew. Bones shattered. Screams of the damned filled the air.

Yet some undead were agile, darting and weaving through the blades.

Until a second dragon appeared—smaller, but no less deadly. Its mouth opened, unleashing a torrent of scorching flame.

The searing stream melted through the undead ranks, turning ogres into charred husks.

"Greg!" Grey shouted.

"I don't take orders from you!" Greg barked—but still launched into action. Lightning surged around his boots, propelling him forward like a thunderbolt. In his hand, a lightning-forged blade crackled with raw power.

He crashed into the front line, his blade meeting a skeleton in a blaze of sparks.

The impact shattered the bones and sent lightning arcing to nearby enemies, frying them instantly.

Leaping high, Greg flipped midair and then plunged down, his landing unleashing a blast of electricity that fried four more skeletons on the spot.

"Dante!" Grey called.

Right on cue, massive earth boulders materialized above and hurled downward like meteorites, smashing into ogres with brutal force.

Though some undead were strong enough to resist the initial impact, they didn't expect what came next.

The shattered boulders fragmented into sharp shrapnel—razor-like rocks that blasted forward and pierced the ogres' eyes and skulls, dropping them instantly.

"Sol!" Grey shouted, his voice sharp. "You want revenge? Channel the ambient mana! Obliterate the rest!"

Sol clenched her fists.

'How the hell does he get all these powerful people to listen to him—even the second years? And now he's ordering me around too?' she thought bitterly. 'It's insulting. But… it's for the academy.'

She exhaled and moved her hands, drawing sigils in the air at blinding speed. Then, with a forceful clap, the atmosphere erupted—runes ignited around her, feeding on the remnants of magic that lingered in the air.

'Using this will halve my mana… but so be it!'

The runes spun like a vortex, and all the absorbed energy detonated outward in a violent cascade.

The resulting blast surged with amplified speed, tearing through the battlefield like a living storm—engulfing the remaining undead in fire and magic.

The earth blackened. Smoke billowed. The scent of ash choked the air.

Just like that, in under five minutes, two hundred undead were obliterated by the combined force of first, second, and third years—without sustaining serious injuries.

Jack stood frozen. His fists trembled, veins bulging across his forehead, and his eyes flared with a deeper blackness.

"I didn't want to use this," he growled. "But you've left me no choice. Fine. Witness the culmination of my work—three years of undead gathering!"

The ground convulsed violently. The tremors shook the very ground they stood on as dirt split open, revealing grotesque silhouettes emerging from the earth.

Ogres. Zombies. Skeletal soldiers.

They rose—hundreds upon hundreds.

A thousand undead now stood before the students, the thunderous sound of their awakening echoing across the field.

Fear rippled through the air. Throats tightened. Hearts pounded.

Except for Grey.

He smiled.

'This is it. Pour out your mana. Give me everything.'

"Ready?" he asked, glancing at his comrades.

They nodded.

"Time to join the fray."

A hundred wind blades shimmered into the sky above him. Beside him, Lyra directed her wind dragon to create two hundred more. The others braced for battle, eyes fierce and spirits unshaken.

"Destroy," Jack ordered.

"Obliterate them," Grey echoed with a smirk.

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