Magus Supremacy - Chapter 617

617: Die a useless heroic general!

617: Die a useless heroic general!

Chapter 617 ‘Even from where I sit, I can feel the destruction from the fight going on.

I can’t afford to break my concentration right now, so I don’t know who is winning or losing,’ Grey thought as his hands were clenched tightly on his lap in frustration.

He steadied his breathing, controlling and regulating the Ki flowing through his veins and toward his abdomen to speed up his healing.

‘Shit!

I need to hurry, come on, hurry up before you lose someone important,’ he hyped himself inwardly as the second pill finished its work and his Ki reserve was completely drained.

‘I just need three more minutes before I can join.

But why am I even rushing though?’ he asked himself inwardly.

‘Rush and get beat?

That’s pointless.

I need a way to defeat this damn demon, but how?

Its healing is a nightmare.

No matter the injury we deal, it just keeps regenerating again and again.

It’s so fucking annoying!

If I can’t tear it apart limb by limb without it regenerating, how do I kill it?

How can I win?

What is its weakness?

I need to figure out what to do before it’s too late.

It’s so annoying when I don’t know my enemy.

It’s like I’m racing blind.

Curses!’ Grey gritted his teeth in frustration, his eyes still tightly shut as beads of sweat rolled down his temple.

‘Come on, how do we kill this fuck ass?!’ Rivock thundered inwardly as he clenched his fists tightly in restrained fury.

‘My Ki is totally depleted, and if it wasn’t, I would’ve raced in and dealt blows that bastard couldn’t heal from.

How do we kill it now?!’ ‘We need an opening.

I’m sure the demon knows its weakness; they all do,’ Sera thought as she clenched her hands while staring at Thalos battling with a single arm.

‘Damn it!

We were taught their weaknesses, but how could I have forgotten?!

Orion told us all about it years ago, but I fucking forgot because we hadn’t encountered them in so long!

Damn you, Sera!

Think, think, think!

What did Orion say was their weakness again?

A way to end their lives?

What is it?!’ Sera kept cursing herself inwardly while digging deep into her memories, but nothing surfaced.

The harder she tried, the foggier her thoughts became, and it only fueled her frustration further.

“Why don’t you just die?!” the demon thundered in pure rage, glaring at Thalos.

The shout snapped the onlookers out of their thoughts as they turned their eyes back to the brutal fight.

“Probably because I’m a stubborn ally!” Thalos clapped back with a wide grin, his tone defiant despite the injuries covering his stone body.

“ARGHHHHH!” The demon roared, not from pain but from unrestrained fury.

It clenched its hands tightly, and with one sweeping motion, swung them forward even though the gargoyle was still several meters away.

In an instant, invisible strings shot from its claws, slicing through the air toward Thalos.

The threads hissed sharply as they spread wide, seeking to corner him from every angle.

Thalos didn’t flinch.

He stood his ground, his one remaining hand gripping his greatsword tightly as he muttered, “Go!” He burst forward, becoming a blur, weaving through the razor strings as they sliced into the ground, carving deep trenches wherever they landed.

He couldn’t see them, but he could feel them.

His instincts were sharp-razor sharp.

He dodged, spun, and parried, his blade flashing with streaks of light.

Still, there was only so much a one-handed gargoyle could do.

Some strings slipped through his defense, cutting into his stone skin in non-lethal places.

The demon kept spawning more, faster and sharper, filling the air with slicing death.

Yet Thalos refused to back down.

He moved like a phantom, a blur of stone and golden light, fighting on sheer instinct and willpower.

“AHHHHHH!” Gil bellowed, lifting his hands high into the air from the distance.

Then, with all his might, he hurled them down, and bursting from his claws came dozens more strings-twisting, coiling, and weaving together before streaking toward the gargoyle like a storm of death.

“AHHHHHH!” Thalos roared as he lifted his greatsword high, veins pulsing beneath his stony skin.

With every ounce of strength left in him, he hurled the massive weapon forward, breaking the sound barrier with a thunderous bang as it spun wildly through the air toward the streaking strings.

They clashed dead in the center with a boom so massive it shook the entire battlefield, blasting debris and shattered rocks in all directions.

The sword froze mid-air, locked in a brutal struggle against the demon’s razor-like threads.

No matter how much force had been behind the throw, it couldn’t break through-the two forces canceled out, and both fell heavily to the ground.

The strings sliced through the earth like blades, leaving behind deep gouges that tore the ground apart.

Thalos panted in exhaustion, his breath heavy and ragged.

Pinkish blood dripped down his arms and chest, tracing the cracks across his skin, but he refused to fall.

He stood tall, shoulders squared, and a faint grin spread across his face-a warrior’s smile, defiant and fearless.

‘What kind of creature is this?’ Gil thought in disbelief, his twisted expression hardening as he stared at the gargoyle.

‘He keeps fighting, keeps smiling, even when drenched in pain.

How is he not afraid?’ ‘Grey… how did you even get something like this on your side?’ Ray thought, eyes wide as he watched Thalos take his stance again.

‘That thing’s a monster, but damn, he’s fighting for us.’ ‘I really wonder how Dad and Mum will react when they find out what you are…’ Finral thought before shaking his head.

‘Actually, I already know how Dad will react.’ A flicker of memory flashed in his mind.

He could see his father standing there, grinning like a kid, eyes sparkling with excitement as he would be staring at Grey showing off his magical abilities.

‘Tch!

Focus, you idiot.

Let’s first make it out alive before thinking of that,’ Finral scolded himself, shaking off the thought as he forced his focus back on the fight.

“Why do you still fight?” Gil’s voice thundered in irritation, his tone cracking with fury.

“It’s obvious you can’t win, so just give up already!

Every bit of damage you deal to me heals right back, but you?

You’re breaking apart.

You bleed, you fall, you die!

So why not just give up?!” “Because I’m a warrior,” Thalos declared firmly, his golden eyes glowing faintly beneath the dust and blood.

His tone was calm but carried unshakable resolve.

“Even though my race has been erased from existence, I still have a duty as a warrior general.

I’m not one to back down from an opponent or challenge, no matter how impossible it seems.” He took a deep breath, his voice growing louder with every word.

“No matter the odds, I must keep smiling.

I must keep my head high.

I can’t give in, no matter how tired I am because I have people I need to protect.

I’m supposed to be a role model, a leader.

A general never yields in the face of hardship.

And I…” he grinned fiercely, “…will keep smiling until the end, because I’m a general of war!” The words struck deep, even among the onlookers, who found themselves staring at him in silence, hearts pounding.

“Fine then,” Gil snarled, fury burning in its crimson eyes.

“Die as a useless, heroic general!” And with that, the demon’s wings snapped wide open, and like a cannon fired at full power, it exploded from where it stood.

The air cracked as it sped toward Thalos with devastating force, its claws gleaming, ready to tear him apart.