Earth's Greatest Magus - Chapter 2762

Chapter 2762: Machinist Tomb 3
A thunderous tremor rippled through the chamber as the Colossus’s eyes flared to life—two molten orbs of silver that burned like twin suns. The air itself thickened under its awakening, warping sound and dragging every breath into a suffocating weight.

Then, it moved.

The twenty-meter-tall construct took a single step. The shockwave shattered ancient marble into dust, sending cracks spidering across the entire floor.

Both Nova Roma and Volkov forces were still entangled in their own battles, locked against dozens of bronze and eight silver golems. That left only Dravic and Casiel to halt the advance of the monstrous giant.

Knowing the power that pulsed within it, both unleashed their domains at once.

Dravic’s body ignited in molten red flame, his aura swelling until the phantom image of a hammer god loomed behind him. “Let’s see if it can endure my Nirvana Forge!” Dravic roared.

Casiel said nothing. His golden wings unfurled in silent reply, and spectral light—manifesting as dozens of radiant feathers—emerged along the path of his javelin. In a single stride, he hurled it like divine judgment. The weapon tore through the air, trailing streaks of blinding brilliance that seared the very stone.

Dravic followed with a sweeping arc of his warhammer, a blow that split the air with molten thunder.

Both attacks struck true. The Colossus staggered backward and fell to one knee, the ground trembling under its massive weight. For a brief, breathtaking moment, it looked as though the two might have stopped it—

—but then the giant rose again.

With an earth-shaking roar, it stepped forward, its massive arm swinging in a devastating arc.

The counterblow landed with the wrath of a mountain. Dravic barely managed to cross his gauntlets in time, while Casiel was hurled across the battlefield, golden feathers scattering in his wake. The impact alone fractured the air and crushed nearby constructs into heaps of twisted metal.

While the two Grand Magus fought their deadly struggle against the Colossus, the rest of the forces were trapped in their own desperate war.

“FIRE!!”

The Volkov squad captain’s voice cut through the chaos. His men obeyed instantly, rifles flaring with mana-light as they unleashed volley after volley into the advancing bronze golems. The chamber flashed with explosions and smoke—but their high-tech rifles, feared by any magus force, barely scratched the silver ones. Against the Colossus, their attacks were useless.

Next to them, the Nova Roma magus knights held firm, shields flaring with divine light as waves of bronze golems crashed into them again and again.

Emery observes the situation and decides to move forward, leaving behind Annara and Vic to guard the three Nova Roma non-combatants.

He charged toward the silver golem that had been battering the defense barrier. His Twilight Vines erupted from the ground—dark tendrils of shadow and spirit energy coiling upward to ensnare the construct. The vines constricted with crushing force, splintering metal joints and locking its limbs in place.

The trapped golem thrashed violently, gears grinding and sparks bursting from its chest, but Julian was already moving. His blade flared with divine light as he drove it straight through the golem’s exposed core. A flash of brilliance followed, and the machine crumpled into a heap of molten shards.

Julian turned to Emery, giving him a sharp nod before raising his voice above the chaos.”We need to finish these fast—and help take down that giant!”

Without waiting for a reply, he leapt forward, cutting through a cluster of bronze golems with sweeping arcs of holy flame. Each strike carved glowing trails through the air, the sheer radiance melting steel like wax.

Athena, her armor traced with runes of living silver, raised both hands and began sketching circles of power in the air. Lines of radiant light bloomed outward like petals, expanding into shimmering domes that intercepted another wave of charging constructs.”Wards renewed!” she called, her voice steady amidst the roaring battle.

A deafening crack answered her as a bolt of lightning struck the ground beside her. Athar stood a few paces away, eyes blazing with electric fury. Lightning arced between his fingertips, leaping from one bronze golem to another, vaporizing them in dazzling succession. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he turned his palm skyward and unleashed a second surge. The bolt met a silver golem’s incoming spear midair, deflecting it in a blinding burst of sparks as his spirit weapons spun around him like halos of thunder and steel.

And amid that storm, Haphaestus stepped forward.

The God of Forge clenched his fists, and a low mechanical hum filled the air. Plates of gleaming crimson metal shot out from his dimensional ring, orbiting him like living pieces of armor before locking into place. Each joint hissed steam, and runic circuits lit up across his chest and arms, glowing like molten veins.

Within seconds, he stood encased in the Titanbreaker Suit—a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship and magitech engineering.

Energy gathered into his palms—two perfect orbs of molten brilliance, bright enough to cast long shadows across the hall. The ground quaked as the charge built to its limit.

“Fire!”

The Titanbreaker’s arms locked into place, and twin beams of blinding light erupted from his palms.

FZZZHHH!

The lances of sunfire ripped through the battlefield, carving molten trails across the stone floor. Bronze golems disintegrated where the beams passed—metal boiling, joints melting into slag. The twin rays speared through the chaos, converging on one of the silver golems locked in combat with Poseidon.

The blast struck the golem square in the torso, its armor glowing white-hot from the impact.

Poseidon seized the moment. His trident spun in his hands, and a surge of azure energy exploded outward—waves of condensed oceanic force clashed against the silver golem.

“BREAK!” Poseidon roared, muscles coiling as he drove his trident forward.

The golem staggered, a screeching roar echoing from its core. Haphaestus charged in immediately, his hammer dragging sparks across the ground before he swung. The impact resounded like thunder in a forge, sparks cascading around them like a rain of stars. He moved with the certainty of a master craftsman. He wasn’t striking blindly; he was analyzing. His eyes traced the flow of energy between the joints, the tension in its motion, the rhythm pulsing from its core.

“There!” he grunted, twisting his hammer and striking a seam beneath its shoulder. The blow crushed through the weak point, and the silver golem crashed to the floor with a deafening clang. It retaliated instantly, smashing its body into the Titanbreaker’s chest. The shockwave sent Haphaestus skidding backward, but the armor’s runes flared, absorbing and stabilizing the damage.

Before the golem could strike again, Poseidon’s trident flashed. The sea god lunged, his weapon glowing brighter than lightning as he called forth the crushing weight of the ocean. A roaring vortex coiled around the spearhead, spiraling outward into a tidal surge that slammed through the golem’s back, piercing straight through its core.

The silver golem froze mid-motion. Then its entire frame collapsed inward, molten metal spilling across the floor.

Poseidon lowered his weapon, chest heaving. “One less of them,” he muttered.

But that brief triumph came at a cost.

The Colossus turned. Its head rotated with the sound of grinding metal, and its blazing eyes locked onto the sea god.

“Move away!” Casiel shouted a warning—but it came too late.

Poseidon raised his trident in defense, and a vortex of water erupted from all directions, forming a barrier of swirling waves. But the massive giant’s fist smashed through it, tearing apart water and wards alike. The impact struck him squarely in the chest, hurling him like a comet across the hall. He crashed into the far wall, stone exploding around him.

The Colossus didn’t stop. Its head turned again—this time toward Haphaestus.

In panic, he unleashed all the Titanbreaker’s armaments—a barrage of energy blasts as he steered backward—but the Colossus’ second arm swung from the flank and caught him.

“NO!!!”

Metal shrieked under the pressure. The Titanbreaker’s plates buckled, fractures crawling across its chest. For all its divine craftsmanship, the armor could withstand only a heartbeat before it began to crumble.

Then—a blinding flash.

Casiel descended from above, his golden javelin splitting into dozens of spectral copies that drove into the Colossus’ arm. The giant staggered, loosening its grip just enough for Haphaestus to fall free, coughing smoke. One second later, he and his suits would have been crushed into scraps.

“Such a terrifying construct…” Emery whispered in disbelief.