Magus Supremacy - Chapter 685
Chapter 685: A Job Well-done!
CHAPTER 685
Clarice’s mouth hung open in the small house she was in, peeking at the battle unfolding outside.
Noir was tearing through enemies like a raging demon, his body weaving, blasting, and ripping through anything within reach.
Her hands trembled before she dragged her gaze back to the corpses scattered inside the room.
Yami, her husband, had about twenty young students who came to him to learn the arts of Ki.
But right here, all of them lay lifeless. Massacred while they were merely practising, with their teacher nowhere to be seen.
A short distance away were the bodies of her girls, Vanessa and Millie.
Seeing them, her chest tightened sharply. Her lips quivered, hands shaking violently as she grabbed her long blonde hair with trembling fingers.
“What is going on?”
She muttered under her breath, voice quivering, eyes glistening as she lowered her head. A massive lump sat in both her chest and throat.
“I lost two kids in one day. I was about to lose my own life when Grey saved me. But why? Why did he save me? Yes, I have one more child left, but… but…”
Clarice whispered, her voice hitching painfully.
“That zodiac guy said the principal of the Aetherian academy is part of their organisation which means even Finral is not safe there. What is the purpose of my life if I lose my kids at this age?
Grey should have just let me die. Because honestly, living has now become a punishment.”
She broke down completely.
Her shoulders shook uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face like a river that refused to stop.
“Why? Why? Why? Why?! ARGHHHH!” She screamed into the air and hammered her fists into the ground again and again until her knuckles throbbed.
She paused only when a loud bang erupted from outside.
A bright flash seeped into the room, illuminating everything in a sharp glow.
She did not care.
She lifted her head slowly and glared blankly at the ceiling, throat tightening all over again.
“Damn it Yami! Where are you?! ARGHHHH! Where did they take you? Are you even alive? AHHHHH! I need you now.” She wailed into the room, voice fracturing.
She drew her legs closer, curling into herself as she hugged her knees tightly.
Her eyes were swollen, raw and reddened from constant crying. Her gaze drifted back to her daughters’ pale, cadaverous faces and another silent sob escaped her.
***
Outside, Noir had just killed the beast that allegedly attempted to violate him.
‘Time for a mass cleanup.’
The moment those words echoed in his mind, he shifted into a pure menace.
He blurred forward with the intention of finishing the remaining enemies swiftly so he could locate Grey and check if assistance was needed.
‘Not like I’m worried about that fool.’
He swooshed into the cluster of mages who instantly turned towards him, hands glowing with prepared skills. They wasted no time unleashing them.
Earth shards sliced through the air toward him, but in a blink, Noir weaved through them effortlessly.
His horns pierced through a mage’s leg, making the man crash to the ground in agony. Noir recoiled backward, narrowly avoiding a fireball that would have struck his head.
In retaliation, four scorching fireballs blasted from his jaws, faster than the mages could respond. They slammed into the targets, flinging them away like rag dolls.
The scent of charred flesh filled the air as the wind carried it around.
Noir’s nose twitched but he ignored it. He thrust off the ground with immense strength and spun rapidly in midair.
While spinning, he unleashed both lasers and fireballs. The rotating motion made the attacks scatter unpredictably, covering almost every angle and denying any possibility of slipping away.
Burning streaks crossed the battlefield as men and beasts scrambled desperately, but the familiar gave them no room to breathe, much less survive.
The beasts were being impaled in the chest, heads and every vulnerable spot imaginable. Even the humans were not spared. Some were sliced cleanly in half as if their bodies were made of nothing but wet paper.
Though a few among them were 3 star mages and even stage 3 warriors scattered within their midst, none of them stood a chance against one of the familiar kings.
Their techniques, combined strength and coordinated movements were all meaningless before Noir’s overwhelming force.
His speed, power and agility had drastically increased since the last time Grey saw him, and Noir was currently demonstrating that growth with brutal precision.
He landed softly, almost too gently for the destruction he caused, yet a hundred men fell to the ground alongside every remaining beast. Their corpses littered the area like broken puppets whose strings had been severed.
With the beasts completely eradicated, only about two hundred men remained.
Their hearts pounded together in fear, almost echoing through the silent battlefield. None of them needed an explanation. They knew exactly what stood before them. A demon in the form of a wolf. A monster far beyond anything they could hope to resist.
The desire to flee spread through them like wildfire. Without waiting for an order, one man broke into a sprint, bolting away from the familiar. Noir paused, head tilting slightly in mild confusion.
But once that first man fled, the rest immediately followed, tossing their weapons aside and running with every ounce of strength in their legs.
“Oh no. You are not going anywhere.”
While saying this, Noir’s shape swelled rapidly until, in the blink of an eye, he was gigantic once again.
He pressed his feet into the ground with force so intense that a ten-metre deep and wide crater formed beneath him. Chunks of earth blasted upwards like shrapnel.
BANG!
Noir exploded forward like a fired cannonball, shooting straight into the midst of the fleeing men.
Their eyes widened in pure horror as they realised too late that the monstrous wolf was already beside them, his fangs gleaming in a savage smirk.
What followed was nothing short of a massacre.
Noir blitzed from man to man, ripping heads off with his jaws. Those he could not reach were engulfed by flames or struck by blazing laser beams that left smoking holes through their bodies.
He darted between them with ease, blood spraying across the battlefield as he tore through flesh, armour, and bone. He leaped from one collapsing body to another, reducing the fleeing men to shredded remains, as if they were nothing but fragile toys.
Within a single minute, silence returned. Every man had crashed to the ground with resounding thuds, blood pouring across the earth like a flowing river.
Noir dropped down with a satisfied huff. His crimson fur was drenched in blood, making the colour appear even more vivid, almost glowing under the sunlight.
His form shrank again, returning to the small pup-like size with a twisted yet pleased grin crossing his face.
“A job well done huh?”
‘Kek. Let me check up on that woman before heading to see if Grey needs help. He can wait for a few moments, right? That is if he even needs my help.’
With a calm sigh, Noir zipped toward the small building where Clarice was.