Magus Supremacy - Chapter 651
Chapter 651: Just here to Speak
CHAPTER 651
A few moments earlier, Grey was still in the room, seated cross legged while trying to craft the shield in front of him.
He was so deep in concentration that even the faint sounds from outside were not reaching him at all.
His breathing was steady, his expression calm and focused as every bit of his attention sank entirely into the delicate work before him.
He was fully absorbed in what he was doing when the hundred men began hammering the door, trying to break it open.
The vibrations lightly rippled through the room, yet he remained unaware, completely lost in the intricate process unfolding inside the glowing circle.
“Yes, yes, I think this is it. I need to be careful now otherwise the shield will be destroyed. If this gets destroyed, I only have one more left in the crate to use and that will be all.” He muttered softly as he continued tracing the thin thread he was visualizing.
His fingers trembled slightly from the strain of guiding both mana and Ki at the same time, but he refused to slow down.
The beast core inside the circle was rapidly disintegrating, its energy bleeding into the pattern.
His hands moved swiftly, almost instinctively, as he attempted to grasp the invisible thread and reshape it.
The pressure around him grew heavier, the air vibrating from the unstable energies swirling above the ground.
‘Just a little more,’ he grinned inwardly as he felt himself drawing closer to the elusive thread.
His eyes remained tightly shut while his senses stretched out, searching for that exact line of energy.
The thin strand would be the key to reinforcing the shield. Without it, the result would be mediocre at best.
‘I cannot afford any mistake. Just a tiny bit more and I feel like this shield will come out great.
Yes, almost there… Yes! That is it!’ Grey grinned widely as he finally captured the delicate thread. He felt it lock into his sensory grip and he shifted his focus, ready to modify the weapon when…
BANG!
BAM!
The door to the room was blasted off its hinges and it shot forward with such force that it sliced past Grey’s head, releasing a fierce gust of wind that slammed into the magic circle.
The violent impact distorted several runes, scattering their arrangement before the broken door crashed heavily into the wall.
Immediately, the magic circle dimmed down and right before Grey, thin cracks ran across the surface of the forming shield.
A heartbeat later, it shattered completely and vanished into shimmering fragments, leaving nothing behind but faint sparks that flickered away like dying embers.
He stared blankly at the fading light, his mouth parted slightly as disbelief washed across his face.
His eyes blinked rapidly, his breath hitched as a deep, burning anger gathered inside him.
His hands clenched slowly.
He closed his eyes tightly, inhaled sharply and extended his senses. Roughly a hundred men were present.
But as he tried to calm himself, the memory of how close he had been to achieving perfection returned in a cruel wave.
The wasted effort, the destroyed shield, the precious beast core gone. All of it crashed into him, igniting a fury so intense that it made his skin prickle.
“FUCK! I said nobody should interrupt me! ARGHHHHHHH!” He roared, his voice shaking the air.
A violent gust surged outward as he rose to his feet.
His robe fluttered wildly, announcing the storm building within him as he glared at the mass of men in front of him.
“Supreme Magus, you have been summoned by…” Two of the men stepped forward nervously.
“SHUT UP!” Grey yelled in absolute rage as he thrust his hand forward with overwhelming force.
A powerful surge of wind blasted out of his palm and crashed into the two men.
Their bodies lifted off the ground instantly, flung out of the room at frightening speed. They smashed through the railing and spiraled downward until they crashed brutally onto the first floor.
The entire hallway trembled, and the remaining men froze under the pressure radiating from Grey’s body.
The mask on his face was supposed to suppress his aura and prevent anyone from sensing it, but with how furious he was, his energy leaked through in thick waves.
The pressure that poured out of him was suffocating. It rolled across the room like an invisible storm and forced the men to gulp so loudly that the sound echoed across the walls.
Cold sweat began dripping down their foreheads as Grey’s left eye started glowing faintly through the mask.
The subtle radiance alone made their hearts thump wildly, and each fighter unconsciously stepped backward.
One careful step after another until the entire group retreated fully out of the room, too terrified to remain in his presence.
With a simple twist of his hands, a pair of swords rattled from a corner of the room and soared into his grip.
He slid them discreetly into his robe, concealed the weapons, and stepped toward the entrance. The moment he crossed the threshold, he froze briefly.
Hundreds of men stood packed together in the hallway.
Killian was on the floor, bleeding heavily with a slightly bulky man towering above him.
Ash was also on the ground. He was not as badly wounded as Killian, but he was clearly injured, and several dozen warriors were attempting to restrain him.
‘Hmm… I wanted to be annoyed with Killian earlier, but judging from everything here, he really tried his absolute best to keep them away from me. And the man standing above him… his aura is frighteningly strong.
He feels stronger than Rivock and almost comparable to Alba. No wonder Killian is currently down.’ Grey observed silently as he analysed the entire hallway.
‘Three hundred and fifty stage two and stage three warriors still standing, two broken walls, several craters on the ground, and a stage seven warrior towering over Killian who is a stage six. This situation is troublesome.’ He thought while shaking his head in frustration when…
“I take it you are the Supreme Magus huh?” Osric said as he stepped away from Killian.
The gap gave Killian enough room to rise shakily from the floor, blood dripping from his nose, mouth, and head.
“Who are you all?” Grey asked, his anger still simmering as he glared at every man in sight.
“No need to waste time talking with him. Run from here. I will create an opening.” Killian shouted, his stance firm despite his staggering condition.
“Me? I am one of the vice leaders of the Behemoth clan…” Osric introduced himself casually.
‘Behemoth clan? That is one of the two biggest powers in this faction. Why would they send this many men along with one of their vice leaders? Wait, one of their vice leaders? How many vice leaders does this clan even have?
Focus, Grey. You are drifting again.’ He scolded himself inwardly.
“What do you want?” Grey asked, his brows knitted tightly beneath the mask.
‘Damn it. I exhausted a lot of mana and Ki while crafting nonstop.
I definitely do not have enough to clash properly with a vice clan leader, but I still want to land a few hits for destroying my work.’ He muttered inwardly with irritation.
“What do we want? Well, I am simply here to speak with you, Supreme Magus.” Osric replied with a soft, almost pleasant smile.
“Huh?” Grey muttered with a confused tilt of his head.