Magus Supremacy-Chapter 251: A Helpless Captain!

'Sh… shit! Is this really how I die? A captain… the great Captain of Wysteria Academy—about to be crushed by a damned gravity mage?

If… if only I could move. I wouldn't hold back. I just need more time. Damn it! I can't die here… My students… my squad—they'll be slaughtered if I fall! I can't—!' Ryan screamed internally, every fiber of his being straining against the suffocating gravitational force pinning him to the rubble-strewn ground.

Suddenly, a piercing gust cut through the air—then something crashed into the Executioner, sending the monstrous man stumbling backward.

"And your students won't let you die, Captain." A familiar voice rang out like salvation itself.

A group of students burst onto the battlefield, wind whipping around them. At their head stood Nozel—and alongside him, Lex and the rest of the Wysteria squad.

"No… Nozel?" Ryan gasped, pain twisting his features as he tried to push himself up, only for the crushing weight to slam him back down.

"Don't worry, Captain. We've got your back now," said Lex—the calm, collected third-year wind mage. Standing over six feet tall with green hair that danced with the wind, Lex radiated a cool authority far beyond his years.

"No… no! You all must leave—he's too powerful for you!" Ryan warned, blood still trickling from his eyes and mouth.

"That's right," the Executioner sneered, stepping forward with that unsettling smile of his. "Listen to your crippled captain, and run along, little princesses. Wait your turn to die."

"Who the hell are you calling princesses?" Nozel barked back, liquid metal dripping from his fingertips and forming into a sleek, gleaming longsword.

"Captain, we're not just going to stand by and watch you die," Lex added, eyes locked onto the enemy.

"If you can't stand, then you can lay down—permanently," the Executioner growled. In the blink of an eye, he surged forward—his body vanishing and reappearing directly in front of Lex.

But before he could strike, a bolt of lightning blazed into him from the side, detonating with a thunderous boom and sending the Executioner skidding backward.

The six Wysteria students now stood united, lightning crackling around one of them, their eyes burning with unyielding resolve.

"You've really done it now, prepare to meet your ancestors." the Executioner snarled, fury warping his face. He clenched his fists, and gravity surged around them, threatening to crush the very air from their lungs.

But before the force could collapse them, wind exploded around the students, carrying them out of range in a blur of motion.

"That's cute, but you have to go ahead of us to send our regards." Lex muttered with a smirk. Wind blades coalesced in the sky above him.

With a snap of his fingers, they howled toward the Executioner—but as they closed in, each blade shattered into harmless shards.

"What's the point of all this when you can't even land a hit?!" the Executioner mocked. Then, he intensified gravity around the airborne students, yanking them downward like meteors.

"Crap!" Nozel yelled. Mid-fall, his sword warped into a metallic whip that lashed out and coiled around the Executioner's wrist. With a burst of alchemy, sharp metal barbs protruded, stabbing into the man's flesh.

The Executioner flinched, just enough for the students to land with hard thuds as the suffocating pressure temporarily eased.

"Catch!" the lightning student shouted, firing four electric arrows at lightning speed.

But a wormhole yawned open in front of the Executioner, devouring them all.

Next came fifty razor-sharp metal spikes, soaring through the air—but again, the Executioner twisted gravity to his will, and the projectiles veered off-course, embedding harmlessly into the earth.

Then, without warning, his body froze. He began to float—suspended in mid-air.

A female student stepped forward, arms outstretched and glowing with power. With a sweeping motion, she slammed her hands downward—and the Executioner was hurled into the ground with a brutal crunch, shockwaves rupturing the ground beneath him.

"NOW!" she cried.

Lex unleashed a volley of twenty wind swords. Nozel followed with four enchanted metal blades.

The lightning user added fifty bolts of raw power. Their combined assault converged into a cataclysm of elemental devastation.

But once again, a black hole tore open—and their spells were consumed.

The Executioner stood, unfazed, eyes now dark with murderous rage.

"You're all starting to piss me off," he said, voice low and venomous.

"Are we pissing you off—or are you pissing your pants?" Nozel taunted, flinging another metal sword forward.

But this time, the Executioner caught it—his grip tightening until the blade crumbled like glass. He opened his hand, letting the fragments fall like sand.

"I was merely testing your strength," he said coolly. "Now I've seen enough."

He swung his hand horizontally—silently.

"…Was something supposed to—"

BOOM!

Nozel's words died as half a building was ripped from its foundation and hurled into him.

He vanished beneath the rubble with a bone-shattering crash that annihilated the structure he landed in.

"What the hell?!" Lex gasped, summoning wind spears that launched forward—but again, each was sucked into oblivion.

"Screw this!" shouted the lightning student. He surged forward like a living thunderbolt, a blade of lightning in hand. He slashed at breakneck speed—but the Executioner blinked behind him.

"Send my regards to your ancestors. Tell them I've reunited you," the Executioner whispered.

Gravity erupted around the student—blood gushed from his pores, bones crunching under invisible pressure.

"ARGHHHH!" the boy screamed as his body was slowly crushed.

"DAMN IT!" Lex roared, hurling a storm of wind blades and spells—but all were swallowed whole by that same devouring void.

Then came the sickening sounds—

Crack!

Thud!

The lightning student's body hit the ground—twisted, broken, mangled. Bones jutted out through his skin. His eyes were bulging, his tongue lolled out of his mouth. His head was twisted nearly full-circle.

"NO!!!" Ryan screamed, tears mingling with blood as he thrashed against the gravity holding him down.

'Damn it! They call me the strongest captain for a reason! And I can't even move—I can't even protect them. I'm nothing… nothing but a corpse waiting to happen!'

"FUCK YOU!" Lex roared. Wind exploded around him, doubling his speed as he charged forward, conjuring a colossal wind blade in his grip.

"Sorry," the Executioner sneered, "but I don't swing that way."

He flicked his hand—and a slab of concrete the size of a car slammed into Lex from the side, sending him careening into another building. The impact was so violent it shattered the entire structure.

"Okay," the Executioner said with an eerie calm. "Playtime's over."

He snapped his fingers.

All the nearby buildings trembled. Chunks of earth tore free from their foundations. Then—under the crushing influence of his magic—they twisted and shaped themselves into two hundred deadly spikes.

The students stood frozen in horror.

"Bye-bye, little pests," the Executioner said, snapping his fingers again.

The spikes launched.

"NOOOO!" Ryan bellowed, pushing his body beyond its limits. Muscles tore, bones creaked, blood vessels burst—yet he couldn't move. His face slammed back into the cracked earth.

And then—

WHOOOOSH!

A colossal gust of wind roared through the battlefield, howling like a hurricane. The spikes were torn from their path and flung sideways, crashing harmlessly into a distant building.

"Seriously?" a dry voice said. "Can't even watch a show in peace without being forced to step in?"

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{A/N}

Now that was intense, right?!

So… who do you think just saved the Wysteria squad at the last second? Can this mysterious newcomer actually stand a chance against the Silent Executioner?

Also—what's your take? Can the Velzoria Kingdom truly win against Drakesville? Drop your thoughts in the comments and tell me why you think so!

Off to the next chapter… let's go!