Magus Supremacy-Chapter 253: Face the Lunaria squad!

Just moments ago, Grey and the remaining members of the Lunaria squad stood quietly at the edge of the battlefield, observing the chaos from a distance.

The air was thick with tension, filled with the clashing of magic and the cries of battle. During that idle pause, Grey had fully recovered the mana he'd expended obliterating over two hundred and eighty enemy soldiers in a single, devastating attack.

His sharp eyes swept over the battlefield. Ryan and Amir were still engaged in a ferocious duel, their movements rapid and relentless.

Amir held his ground like a stalwart shield, but Ryan—caught off guard—was abruptly slammed to the ground by an unseen force.

Gravity magic.

The Silent Executioner loomed over him, prepared to deal a fatal blow—until the Wysteria squad, who had been standing beside them, bolted into the fray with reckless courage.

'Even though they know how ridiculously overpowered that guy is, they still rushed in to save their captain...' Grey mused, his arms folded.

'Alright, this might be fun to watch. I just wish I had something to chew on to enjoy the spectacle better.'

And then, the clash erupted.

An explosive storm of spells ignited the air. Fire, ice, and lightning streaked across the street.

The Silent Executioner moved like death incarnate, weaving through the magical chaos with terrifying precision. His magic flickered out, nullifying the most dangerous attacks and striking back with brutal efficiency.

Despite the odds, the Wysteria squad held firm. They bombarded the man with a relentless barrage of spells, shouting commands and encouragement. Their determination burned like a dying flame struggling against a tempest.

Then Nozel made his move—only to be obliterated mid-charge, his body flung into a collapsing building as if struck by the hand of a god.

'Ouch. That's definitely gonna leave a mark,' Grey thought with a quiet chuckle.

"Aren't we going to help?" Dante asked, frowning as he watched the Wysteria squad get systematically dismantled by a single opponent—or rather, a one-man army.

"Yeah, I also want to join in. Grey, what do you think we should do?" Lyra chimed in, snapping Grey out of his thoughts.

"Why are you asking me?" Grey replied lazily. "Am I your leader now? I don't know about you all, but I'm quite enjoying the show."

'He's right… why the hell did I think of him as our leader?!' Dante and Lyra screamed internally.

"Wait… show?" Scarlet's eyes narrowed. "You think this is a show? This is a war! If we lose here, not only do we die, the entire kingdom falls."

"I doubt it'll come to that," Greg said, shrugging. "Before things get out of hand, I'm sure the Emperor will send reinforcements."

"Will he, though?" Grey asked coldly, his gaze hardening.

"He knew powerful enemies were coming—and yet, he sent only two squads of six and two captains.

If he truly wanted to help, he could've sent one of his subordinates… even just one principal would have been enough. So don't rely on that old relic."

'He's… right. What is the Emperor thinking?' Dante thought, anxiety creeping into his chest.

A collective gasp cut through their thoughts.

The third-year lightning student lay twisted on the ground, his neck and limbs bent at impossible angles.

Lex followed seconds later, flung into the distance by a massive stone slab, his body ragdolling through the air like Nozel's before him.

"Crap… this is spiraling out of control!" Dante exclaimed, his fists clenching as the ground beneath him began to tremble and rise.

But Grey remained still.

A deep rumble echoed from a nearby corner. He turned to see debris—massive chunks of buildings—levitating ominously before suddenly collapsing inward.

They compressed into razor-sharp spikes of earth—two hundred of them—each one glinting wickedly, aimed straight at the Wysteria squad.

"Okay, screen time's over," Grey muttered, wind magic coiling around him in a whirling torrent.

The Lunaria squad launched forward like bullets, magic swirling in vibrant auras around them.

Grey propelled himself above them, his eyes narrowed and heart pounding like a war drum.

'Damn it—I won't make it in time!'

He thrust his hands forward.

"Wind Magic—Aerius Ultra!!"

A monstrous tempest exploded from his palms, triple the size of any normal tornado. It tore through the air, howling like a thousand banshees as it collided with the deadly spikes, smashing them into dust and debris before they could touch the Wysteria squad.

The dust cleared, revealing Grey stepping through it slowly. His glowing brown eyes locked on the executioner, radiating fury.

"Seriously?" Grey growled, brushing dust off his shoulders. "Can't even enjoy a show in peace without having to clean up someone else's mess."

"You?!" the Executioner hissed, eyes narrowing as memories of Grey's earlier massacre flooded his mind. His hands clenched. "How brave of you… to walk into your own death."

"Me? Death?" Grey burst out laughing, lightning beginning to arc across his hands, crackling with menace.

The others readied themselves, magic coalescing in raw forms around them.

"Want a tip?" Grey smirked, raising his hand like a pistol—two fingers pointed outward, the other three curled down. "It'd be wise to turn back now. Because…"

His voice dropped, electric energy flaring wildly.

"Even death is afraid to cross my path."

BOOM!

A searing bolt of lightning exploded from his fingertips, traveling faster than light. It slammed into the Executioner's shoulder with a deafening crack, burning a gaping hole through it.

"What?!" Charlotte gasped, stunned. "He… he injured him?!"

"H-How did you—" the Executioner choked, clutching his wounded shoulder in disbelief.

"Simple," Grey said with a smug grin. "I just did this."

Another BANG echoed—another bolt launched—only to vanish into a black hole conjured just in time.

The Executioner's smirk returned. "I stopped your attack, and you're smiling?"

"Yes. Because you just proved my theory." Grey's eyes sparkled with dangerous delight.

Above them, wind began to howl again—this time forming fifty razor-sharp wind swords that hovered menacingly around him like summoned spirits.

"Do you guys need a formal invitation to attack?" Grey called out. "Let's show him who we are!"

"Right!" Dante shouted.

The ground beneath them convulsed and erupted, forming a massive earthen pillar sharpened like a spear.

Flames engulfed Scarlet's arms, roaring as a miniature dragon formed above her, its wings stretching wide with heat and fury. Charlotte was surrounded by a spiraling tide of water, her body moving like a wave in combat rhythm.

Lyra soared into the air—beneath her, a wind dragon roared into being, its eyes glowing as its wings beat down gusts that scattered the dust around them.

And Greg… his hand sparked violently as a blade of lightning materialized, humming with raw power.

"You took down Wysteria squad?" Grey said calmly, his tone darkening. "Now face Lunaria Squad."

He snapped his fingers—and the fifty wind swords howled forward.

The others charged behind them, magic blazing, hearts burning, and vengeance riding on their backs like wings of fire.