Earth’s Greatest Magus

SHRRIEEKKK!

A loud piercing shriek resounded through the air, when the bizarre-looking creature made of smoke was blown apart by the dark elf grand magus’ attack. A scowl was clear on his face, even after the creature had disappeared.

“These things really get on my nerves!” The dark elf said with an annoyed growl as he killed the second smoke creature, leaving only two more to deal with.

With only two smoke creatures around to handle the grand magus, the fragile balance of the fight was completely broken. Realizing this, Eeshoo quickly ordered the remaining two not to face the latter head-on and instead aim to restrain him.

The smoke creatures possessed four arms, and working together, their long bulky arms were barely enough to hold down the dark elf grand magus. In the meantime, Eeshoo had his eyes closed as he concentrated all of his 36 [Heaven’s Will Shuttle], conjoining them into one powerful attack – [Heaven Drill Blade].

It didn’t take long for the 36 razor-sharp artifacts to come together, forming a massive drill that shot forward at incredible speed. As it dashed through the air, its entire body also spun, giving off an even stronger penetrating power as it struck straight into the dark elf’s chest.

BAAMMMM!

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A deafening sound rang in the air, but the drill didn’t seem to land on its target. It stopped just half a meter away from the grand magus, suspended in midair as if it had been blocked by an invisible wall.

It was apparent that even with his body restrained by the two smoke creatures, the grand magus still had put up a very strong defensive spell.

However, this result was actually still in line with Eeshoo’s prediction. From the very beginning, he knew that landing a hit on a grand magus figure would not be an easy endeavor.

In fact, his reason for carrying out such an attack was to put even more pressure on the grand magus, so as to restrain and not let the latter be able to break free from the smoke creatures’ entanglement.

To ensure that, Eeshoo had used all the mental capacity he could muster and channeled the spirit weapons into that one strike; and in return, he was currently being bombarded by waves of intense pain that threatened to tear his head apart.

He felt like he might lose consciousness at any moment, but quickly bit his lip – he knew he couldn’t faint right now. Gathering every bit of his remaining power, the Nephilim genius opened his mouth and shouted at the figure behind him.

“I can’t hold on much longer! You have to finish it fast!”

It had been almost half an hour since the two of them divided their tasks: Eeshoo held down the dark elf grand magus, while Magus Xion looked for a way to release the supreme being who was being held captive.

However, beads of sweat could currently be seen trickling down Xion’s face. Evidently, the magus hadn’t been able to do so.

Meanwhile, said supreme being – the former headmaster Altus Dresden – was lying unconscious inside a box with numerous chains emitting a bright glow all over his body. The box he was placed in was made of some kind of translucent fiber-like material, which Xion couldn’t break through with neither his spells nor his sword.

Since they had absolutely no idea what kind of place the headmaster was being held, the group had actually brought a few items that might be of assistance in this operation. However, this box made of translucent fiber-like material was definitely not on their list and none of the items they brought with them worked.

Even though it looked fragile due its see-through nature, the box was actually harder than metal and more flexible than water. Not only that, it was also completely resistant to extreme temperatures, unaffected when the magus tried to burn or freeze it.

Most importantly, there were no doors or locks, it was something that Xion had never seen before.

At this critical moment where every passing second counts, a thought suddenly appeared in Xion’s mind, telling him that his master – Grand Magus Zenonia – was most likely the mastermind behind this whole arrangement.

With that, the magus realized the one thing that would allow one person to enter and interact with the captives, while ensuring that others would not be able to. It was the rare form of magic that she was known for – Space Magic.

Upon coming to this realization, he immediately sent a message to his dear disciple, informing him of this matter.

<I need your spatial magic to break the supreme magus out of his prison cell. Come as fast as possible, Eesho can’t last much longer>

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At the same time Xion sent his message, Emery had just finished transporting the thousand acolytes from the spaceship hangar, away from the death clutches of the crowd of thousands of Nightwalkers.

With the help of Chizpur creatures providing the necessary coordinates, all of the acolytes safely arrived at an empty field surrounded by ruins of destroyed buildings located 150 miles away from the compound.

“Where are we?!”

“The ship is gone. How are we going to escape from this planet now!?”

The first escape plan was completed with the departure of the two spaceships. Now, Emery follows with the secondary escape plan, which was to break through one of the gates and get out of the barrier and let the special vest do its job.

As for which gate they would go to, it had already been decided beforehand. With Headmaster Delbrand and Patriarch Lucius fighting at the north and south gate, their best choices would either be the west or east gate, and through his Spirit Reading supported by his little creatures, Emery opted for the one with less threats.

“We will head and break through the western gate!”

Unfortunately, the group only managed to get a minute of rest before another group of Nightwalkers found them. Deafening shrill reverberated through the air, quickly followed by the appearance of hundreds of Nightwalkers.

“Everyone move! We have to get out of here right now!”

When he was about to open another Spatial Gate, Emery received a message from Magus Xion. A serious look appeared in his eyes as he heard the contents, understanding that the latter’s situation was dire.

“Master Xion needs my help!”

The initial plan required him to open two more Spatial Gates, so that these acolytes would reach the gate, as it was still about 250 miles away from where they were currently. However, such action would take him 10 to 15 minutes – time his master might not have had.

But then, at this moment he received another message. This one came from Silva.

<Emery, I have found your girl, but we are in grave danger. Come and help us.>

Faced with three equally precarious things, Emery again met with a great dilemma.

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