Magus Supremacy - Chapter 628

628: An Unpleased Leader!

628: An Unpleased Leader!

Chapter 628 “Holy fuck!” Jim shouted in pure shock as he could feel the entire realm shaking.

Watching the battle Grey was in through the holographic display conjured by the first mage, he was completely blown away.

Even Blake, the first mage himself, had his eyes wide open in disbelief as he watched everything unfold.

From start to finish, the madness Grey displayed by cutting his own hand off and then unleashing that finishing blow that he felt, no, knew shook the very fabric of reality, left Blake frozen with his mouth wide open.

“He… he is a monster,” Blake muttered quietly, his voice trembling.

“No, he is the demon itself.” “Sheesh.

Didn’t you say that for Grey to win this fight, he would need to use his remaining affinities?

You even said there was no way he could beat that demon without them and yet,” Jim said as he turned to look at the first mage.

“We just watched him destroy the demon with nothing but a stage two Ki, two affinities, and a few martial arts.

And he did that with a single hand.

I don’t know about you, but that is badass to me.” “It is obvious that I need to re-evaluate him again,” Blake mumbled as he stroked his beard in deep thought.

“I almost forgot who we are talking about.

It is Grey.

The thought of them not noticing has now been thrown out the window, especially with the fact that one of the twelve echelons is gone.” “I wonder what this means for Grey now,” Jim muttered as he turned back toward the display which zoomed in on the battered Supreme Magus.

Grey was on his knees, bleeding heavily, panting weakly as exhaustion dragged him down.

__ IN AN UNKNOWN REALM OR WORLD The world felt eerily similar to a human city but twisted, empty of life yet strangely full of a chilling presence.

There was no sun, no stars, only a distant pale moon hanging weakly in the sky like a dying lantern struggling to cling to existence.

Its cold glow barely touched the ground, leaving most of the world drowned in choking darkness.

Crumbling houses and crooked buildings lined the silent streets, their windows hollow like empty eyes watching every movement.

Shadowy figures drifted between them.

They were neither fully human nor fully spirit, their silhouettes blurred and distorted, as if the darkness itself refused to let them settle into a proper form.

The air was cold and unmoving.

No wind brushed through the streets, no birds cried, no insects hummed.

There were no hints of nature at all.

Only a low hum vibrated in the air, something ancient and aware, something that watched silently from everywhere at once.

The ground was made of dark stone, cracked and lifeless, stretching endlessly toward the horizon.

Far beyond the scattered houses stood something colossal.

A mansion.

No, a castle.

A massive structure that dwarfed everything in sight.

Giant spires rose like jagged fangs, stabbing into the dark clouds far above.

The black stone walls towered frighteningly high, decorated with eerie statues and twisted iron gates.

The pale moonlight made the entire castle look like a sleeping beast, silent but undeniably alive, breathing faintly as it waited for something to awaken it.

Everything in this world seemed to exist under the shadow of that monstrous castle, as though even the darkness bowed to it.

Inside, the castle was nothing like a grand palace one might expect.

Instead, it was a vast, shifting labyrinth that defied every rule of space and logic.

The walls stretched impossibly high, built from gleaming black stone that reflected light like polished obsidian.

Golden lanterns floated mid-air without chains or supports, drifting slowly as they cast ghostly shadows that twisted unnaturally across the huge halls.

The floors were made of smooth black tiles that seemed to stretch forever, yet after every few steps the corridors tilted, twisted, or spiraled off into new directions, almost as if the castle was alive and constantly rearranging itself around whoever walked inside.

Staircases clung to walls, some rising upward into nothingness, others descending into pitch darkness only to reappear in places they logically shouldn’t.

Gigantic doors marked with ancient symbols hovered in the air or leaned at impossible angles.

Some opened into massive banquet halls filled with long-forgotten echoes, while others led into empty voids that swallowed sound and light completely.

Every sound, the faint echo of footsteps, distant whispers, and the low hum of unseen forces carried endlessly through the vast hall, as though the castle itself was breathing and listening closely to every movement.

The entire place felt like walking inside a dream that could collapse, twist, or reshape at will.

It was a castle unbound by reality, suspended between worlds and drifting like a consciousness with no fixed shape.

Deep within this fortress, on one of its floating stone platforms, a throne stood, towering and ancient.

Shadows clung to it like living smoke, shifting and curling as though they were alive and unwilling to let light touch the figure seated upon it.

Before the throne, twisted aberrations, beasts that resembled nightmares more than living creatures, bowed in fear.

Their bodies trembled violently under the crushing presence radiating from the figure above them.

“Hmm… Gil lost, huh?” The figure muttered.

Its voice reverberated across the walls in a slow ripple, bouncing repeatedly as if the castle itself was repeating the words.

The creatures below lowered their bodies even more, almost trying to sink into the ground just to escape the pressure.

“How amusing.” “Yo… you aren’t upset?” one of the twisted creatures asked in a shaky voice, barely raising its head.

“Of course I’m upset.” The figure on the throne replied, leaning forward on its knuckles while glaring down at them.

“I am upset at how weak you all have become over the years.

A lowly human defeated a lower echelon ten.

Not twelve.

Not eleven.

But ten!” The shout carried so much force that every floating lantern in the vast chamber shattered instantly.

Darkness swallowed the entire place, thick and suffocating.

Sweat trickled down the demons’ faces as they trembled, terrified of what the next moment might bring.

“It seems like you lower echelons have grown soft during the years we have been trapped here, hasn’t it?” The figure sighed as it rose from the throne with slow, deliberate steps.

Its presence alone made the air vibrate.

It stared down at the kneeling demons, its eyes burning fiercely.

“I think I can fix that.” It smirked and then… Snap!

Its fingers clicked together, and what followed was pure devastation.

Pop.

Pop.

Pop!

The demons’ heads burst one after the other, screams filling the darkness as blood splattered across the obsidian tiles.

Some creatures shook violently in despair, others tried to stand and bolt toward the exit, only to have their skulls explode mid-stride.

In mere seconds, bodies dropped across the platform like broken toys, leaving only one demon still breathing.

That last survivor slowly raised its head, staring into the shadows where the figure stood.

“It has been an honor serving you so far, lord Lucifero.

I am grateful to die at your hands.” The demon bowed as deeply as its trembling body allowed.

The figure paused, staring directly into its eyes.

A glowing number eight reflected in the demon’s gaze.

“Hmm.

Lower echelon eight, huh?” Lucifero mumbled with a smirk as he turned around.

He lifted his hand casually into the air.

“You are the only lower echelon left.

I have erased the rest.

I will prepare the path for you to enter the human world.

Your target is simple.

Kill that human who destroyed Gil.

And if you fail or run back here,” Lucifero added, tilting his head slightly toward the demon, his glowing red eyes burning deeper, “I will not show mercy next time.” “I will not fail you, lord Lucifero.

Thank you for this opportunity.” The demon said with a smile before bowing once more.

Bliiing!

A chime echoed through the chamber as a door materialized in front of Lucifero, swirling with ancient power.

The figure stepped through it and vanished without a trace.

__ {A/N} Hey Magus Legion!

We have successfully entered the new arc.

Unfortunately, I don’t know what to name this arc so it’s just gonna be called volume 7.

And by the way, I had planned for nine arcs for this book.

Yes, just nine so that means we are two volumes away from ending.

Remaining two volumes for this book to totally end.

Just thought to announce and thank you all for reading so far.

Bye now 👋 🥱