Earth's Greatest Magus-Novel

Emery and the two were about to be surrounded when a figure appeared and unleashed a powerful wave of lightning and fire that engulfed a group of dark elf warriors.

[Flare Tempest]

The oppressive wave of red and white continued unabated, swallowing up everything in its path. Even though the attack seemed extremely dangerous for the crowd, the figure was able to control it perfectly and none of the civilians were injured.

Seeing that destructive spell, Emery's eyes lit up as he recognized what it was.

"Atlas!"

With the help of the half-machine acolyte, the group was able to hold down one side of the arena barrier, preventing the dark elf warriors from going past and also killing one elf magus. In fact, they were eager for more.

A few minutes had passed, at this point it seemed like over a thousand enemies had already arrived. With the half-machine acolyte by his side, Emery asked Atlas to scan the arena and told them about the current situation.

[Target scanned…]

[Human Magus Alliance]

[Grand magus: 28]

[Magus Enforcers: 122]

[Other Magus: 521]

[Academy Guards: 3221]

[Dark Elf Invader]

[Grand Magus: 8]

[Elven Magus: 174]

[Elven Warriors: 1392]

The humans' side had three to four times the number compared to the elves and, with the arrival of the three half-blood elders, it seemed the enemy had been successfully pushed back. However, that didn't mean they were done here as the number of elves that came continued to grow as time went on.

"With the average rate of their arrival, our numbers will be matched in 9 minutes 21 seconds."

Knowing the elves on average had higher individual strength, this would spell disaster for the humans. In addition to the fact that not all of the magus would be willing to fight for the academy's survival, the group knew the reversal of the situation would come much faster.

Sadly, there was nothing the four of them could do in spite of their realization. They could only continue fighting the incoming elves, while hoping for the best outcome from the grand magus battle.

What laid at the center of the arena was the sight of seven grand magus working together to fight a single young monk. Yet, despite his obviously disadvantaged situation, the latter was still able to stand his ground.

At that moment, Mahinder's form was completely engulfed in flames, and Emery could see the figure tattoo on the monk's chest had been replaced by a single mysterious symbol.

It was clear Mahinder was no longer in control of his body as his eyes had completely turned white. His body was filled with a terrifying power that seemed unstoppable as a shining golden figure, four meters tall with dozens of hands materialized right above his figure.

[One Thousand Sacred Palms]

This time, instead of the attack Mahinder displayed at the tournament, what was unleashed was an actual thousand of light palms that struck many times creating a perfect offense and defense, while his true body was holding onto the Headmaster Staff with both hands.

A maniacal laugh rang in the air as the golden figure relentlessly struck his palms out, blocking all the incoming bombardement and even smashed away Grand Magus Obrien and Kurma, who were fighting in close range.

"Hahahaha, Human! You all sure are weak!"

Facing the overwhelming attack, the three elders of the bloodline and four heads of the magus institutes quickly responded. They all brought out their respective top skills and spells without pause, gnawing through the light palms gradually, bits by bits.

One minute…

Two minutes…

It took more than three minutes before the elders could finally spend the opponent's endless spirit pool and crush it apart.

When the Monk's defense finally fell apart, Grand Magus Yvere immediately used his white root to seize the headmaster's staff.

In that instant, the recalled spell stopped and the elves' reinforcement finally stopped arriving gives hope to all that fought at the arena,

Lying on the ground with all his bones broken, the soul of the High Elf Ashcroft was still laughing, before Elder Sinure pulled it out of Mahinder's body by force and crushed it without a second thought.

"It took the entire effort of all seven of us to defeat one of his spirit clones. I can't imagine what would have happened if the original body had decided to come here."

The grand magus finally managed to stop the recall spell. But at this point, the situation had gotten grim for the humans. Even though they managed to stop more elves from arriving, there were already more than two thousand of them in the arena. A force they might not be able to defeat.

During the few minutes that passed, Emery could see at least two dozen human magus had fallen, and shockingly five powerful grand magus lay still on the ground, dead or unconscious, one of them was even a known minister of the magus alliance.

All quickly realized that, even without the supreme magus soul that possessed the monk, there were still the eight terrifying dark elf grand magus on the elven side still standing tall. All eager to kill their next target.

There were simply too great of differences in power between humans and elves.

Grand Magus Yvere held the Headmaster Staff on his right hand, while his other hand was holding his own Divine Nature staff. He closed his eyes, as he began casting a spell the spirit energy around him was roused as the earth shook.

[World Protector]

The next moment, several large white roots the size of an adult human appeared from the ground all over the arena. Lush massive leaves began to grow from them, quickly engulfing all the wounded humans around the arena, protecting them and providing blessings of healing.

Then all of sudden, a grumbling of clouds could be heard as one massive pitch-black warship descended from the sky. Everyone's attention was inadvertently drawn by the sudden arrival, with many questions whose allegiance it belonged to.

But soon, cheers were heard from the magus and crowd alike as some of them recognized the pitch-black warship. It was, after all, one of the famous warships that fought on the frontline, the Dreadnought.

Inside the bridge of the mighty warship, looking at the situation below, the new battle commander couldn't help but tremble in excitement from the promising prospect of a battle.

"It seems my juniors were right." Turning to his officers, the man loudly commanded, "Sound the horn! Get ready for battle!"

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