Magus Supremacy-Chapter 247: False hope!

"No one invades the Supreme Mage's world without his permission..." Grey declared, his voice calm yet laced with terrifying finality.

A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes as he hovered high above the battlefield, staring down at the 280 enemy mages from the Drakesville Kingdom. They were preparing spells, desperation etched on their faces.

"And punishment for trespassing..." he paused, his tone sinking into a cold abyss.

"…is death."

The moment the words left his lips, the sky exploded into motion. Dozens of wind birds—sleek, ethereal beasts composed entirely of gales—unleashed a devastating rain of wind blades that screamed through the air like banshees.

Gasps of horror spread among the Drakesville forces as the sky darkened with countless blades.

Earth and ice mages reacted swiftly, raising massive barriers of stone and frost in an attempt to stave off the onslaught. But their defenses shattered like fragile glass under a storm of razors.

The wind blades tore through the shields and continued downward, eviscerating the battlefield.

Blades pierced through throats, gouged out eyes, and sliced through limbs. Men screamed—some trying to run, some too stunned to move—as death descended from above.

The weaker ones were reduced to lifeless husks in seconds. The stronger barely managed to shield themselves, wounded but alive.

And in just two heartbeats, the serene battlefield became a graveyard of chaos. Grey's attack had shattered not just the land—but morale.

Corpses lay strewn across the broken ground, blood pooling around them. Craters littered the earth like the marks of angry gods.

Only the two generals at the rear stood untouched, though the earth at their feet had cracked from the sheer force of Grey's spell.

Except for the Velzoria squad's area, everything else was annihilated—a testament to the destructive fury that Grey had unleashed.

As the wind birds finished their rampage, they dissolved into shimmering air currents, leaving Grey floating alone, high above the carnage.

Below him, only about twenty of the original 280 enemy mages still drew breath, their bodies riddled with deep cuts, blood trickling from every wound.

"Hahaha!" One of the survivors laughed, though his voice trembled. Water began swirling in front of him, forming a spell. "Joke's on you! We survived! Your so-called mass destruction didn't wipe us out! With our generals backing us, we wi—"

BOOM!

The sound tore through the battlefield, breaking the sound barrier twice in a blink.

Grey vanished and reappeared before the man in a flicker of crackling lightning, his armor humming with power. His eyes were merciless.

"You talk too much, rest." Grey said coolly—and slammed the man into the ground.

The impact shook the battlefield, launching a cloud of dust and debris as a crater formed under the man's body.

Blood sprayed from his mouth as his eyes rolled back. Unconscious.

Grey stood upright again, eyes falling on the remaining nineteen survivors. They swallowed hard. Fear clung to them like a second skin. Cold sweat drenched their bodies.

"G...Grey," Greg stammered from the Velzoria side, his voice barely a whisper.

Even the captains stood frozen, their shoulders slack with disbelief.

"He… he just annihilated over two hundred men… on his own?" Amir stuttered, unable to blink.

"I was wrong," Ryan muttered, his mouth agape. "He's not a monster… he's a demon in human skin."

"If someone told me a second-year student could do this," Lyra said, her chest rising and falling with shocked breaths, "I'd laugh in their face."

"It's like… a scene from a novel. No—like a war film," Dante murmured, sweat rolling down his temple.

Even the Drakesville generals shared the awe.

"Who is he?" the Silent Executioner growled, his voice tense. "Where did this one come from?"

"He's from Velzoria, clearly," the scarred man replied, shrugging. "Dropped in on a wind bird, didn't you see that?"

"Not that, you fool!" the Silent Executioner barked, jabbing a finger toward Grey. "I'm talking about what he just did! If a Captain had done this, fine—but this is a damn student! He's ruined everything!"

"You worried?" the scarred man asked.

"Worried? Heck no," the Silent Executioner muttered.

"Then watch silently—like your name says." The scarred man smirked.

Meanwhile, Grey was walking toward the remaining nineteen mages, his boots crunching on broken earth.

"P-please… spare us," one of them whimpered, stumbling backward.

"What are you doing?!" another snapped. "Don't beg! We're citizens of Drakesville! Stand tall and att—"

He didn't finish.

In a blur, Grey stood in front of him, wind swirling like angry serpents. "I've said this before," Grey said icily, "I don't like people who talk too much."

A sudden yelp erupted as a razor-sharp wind blade burst from the man's stomach, drenched in blood.

He gasped, then collapsed. Grey sidestepped the incoming spurt of blood without even blinking.

His cold gaze then turned to the pleading man beside the fallen one.

"Pl-please… I have a family—my daughter, my wife—they're waiting for me back home. Please, have mercy!" the man begged, dropping to his knees as tears flowed freely.

"Oh really?" Grey asked, eyes narrowing.

Before the man could reply, the remaining seventeen surged forward, desperation fueling their final attack. Blades of wind screamed toward Grey.

With a snap of his fingers, twenty lightning arrows manifested and tore through the air. They collided with the wind blades mid-flight, detonating in a storm of crackling energy, then pierced through the chests of their casters before they could react.

Screams echoed.

Grey stopped three meters away from the kneeling man. "You said you had a family?" he asked, eyes unreadable.

"Y-yes… my daughter and wife," the man stuttered, paralyzed by the slaughter around him.

Grey stepped closer. A gust of wind blew his cloak dramatically as he stopped before the man.

"Stand up."

"Re…really?" the man gasped, hope igniting in his eyes.

"Before I change my mind," Grey replied and turned his back, walking away.

The man stood, legs trembling like reeds in a storm. His breath hitched as he watched Grey's retreating figure.

"You can leave. Go back to your family," Grey said without turning.

"Wh…what? Are you serious?" The man's voice cracked. Tears streamed as relief flooded through him.

"Leave," Grey said again, his tone flat. "Before I change my mind."

Without another word, the man turned and ran—ran like death was chasing him, joy mixing with sobs. He thought he had escaped the god of death.

"Actually… on second thought," Grey muttered—and casually flicked his hand.

A single wind blade whistled through the air and pierced the man's back. He froze mid-step, coughed blood, and collapsed to the ground.

"That was cruel," the Silent Executioner said, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Quite cruel," the scarred man agreed, stepping forward. "Now that the extras are gone, how about we let the main event begin?"

Suddenly, the sky above Grey darkened. A thick storm cloud formed as if summoned by will.

And then—BOOM!

A torrential downpour of pure mana rained down in deadly streaks, aimed straight at Grey.

'Shit! I won't be able to dodge this in time!' Grey thought, panic flaring in his chest.

Just before the mana rain could strike, the ground beneath him exploded upward with a loud crack, and a massive crystal pillar burst from the earth.

It twisted into the air above him, swirling like a drill and absorbing the incoming spells in flashes of blinding light.

Grey blinked.

Saved.

But the battle was only beginning.

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{A/N}