Magus Supremacy - Chapter 601
Chapter 601: You Court Death!
Chapter 601
“What’s the hurry for? Humans.” A demonic voice echoed and everybody finally saw the lower echelon ten appear right in front of them, causing their hearts to collectively skip a dozen beats.
“I still want to play with you all some more,” it muttered.
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‘Damn it! DAMNNN IT! It didn’t die from that! We’re all dead, dead I say!’ Liam screamed inwardly as his body shook, unable to move. Earlier, he stood directly behind Instructor Kent, and now with Kent’s body on the ground, nothing was stopping the demon from blitzing towards him and taking his head off as well.
‘Ke… Kent is dead? Wh… what is this? A… am I dreaming or what?’ Sera thought, her body frozen as her eyes darted between the instructor’s severed head laying a few metres away and his lifeless body.
‘This is bad, this is really bad. My Ki is barely even a fraction left. What can I do? How do we defeat this horror of a being that took down Instructor Kent like he was nothing?’ Rivock thought in frustration as his teeth ground together, hands tightly clenched despite how weak they felt.
‘I knew it couldn’t die from something like that. Right from the start, I knew something was off. This is bad,’ Thalos thought as he gripped his sword tighter, blood dripping down the side of his face but he didn’t care. His eyes were glued to the demon standing calmly with a devilish smirk, its bony wings twitching slowly.
‘The aura…’ Grey thought as his teeth clenched, every hair on his body rising in pure instinctive fear. ‘The aura coming off it is so intense and rotten. I can barely breathe. It feels suffocating.’
“Kek.” The demon chuckled as it landed lightly on the ground, its claws twitching as it stared at the frozen humans. It suddenly licked one claw slowly, mockingly. “What? Oh yeah. One minute of silence for the dead man, huh?”
Sera was still completely stunned, her eyes stuck on Kent’s decapitated body. She couldn’t move a muscle as her grip on her sword began to loosen.
‘We are dead, so dead! I… I… I can’t even move!’ Mada screamed inwardly, his body trembling from both exhaustion and pure terror.
Hhuuuuuh!
Grey drew in a sharp, hoarse breath, snapping most of them out of their daze. He looked up and stared straight at the demon who tilted its head toward him.
“Why did you do this? What do you all want?” Grey asked, his voice low but firm.
‘Huh?’ the lower echelon thought as he stared at the mage and then the others. ‘His aura… it’s stable, not flickering in fear like the others. Is he not afraid? Or is he just hiding it?’
“I ask again,” Grey said, taking one step forward, then another, stopping just three metres away from the demon. “Why did you decide to crash this tournament? Where do you come from? And what do you want?”
“What do we want?” The demon repeated, then burst into a deep booming laughter that shook the ground for a moment before leaning forward slightly and staring Grey in the eyes. “We want bloodshed. I was sent here to destroy all lifeforms and cause death everywhere. That’s our motive. To shed blood.”
“Hmm.” Grey grunted softly and glanced at his hands which trembled slightly, and the demon noticed it, a grin spreading wider across its face.
‘Oh? So he is afraid. He’s just good at hiding it,’ the demon thought.
Liam still stood three feet away from the demon, body stiff, unable to move. He was even afraid to breathe, terrified that if he made the slightest sound, his head would be the next rolling across the ground.
‘Looks like this demon is a chatterbox. I need to know more about what I’m getting myself into. I need to know more about demons and what they are. I can’t lie, I’m slightly annoyed that it killed Instructor Kent, but I strangely don’t care as much as I should.
I need to know more about their objectives. I need a reason to fight, a reason to risk my life in this fight,’ Grey thought as he kept staring at his hands before glancing back up at the demon and locking eyes with it.
“The number in your eyes, what does it mean?” he asked calmly.
“Oh this?!” The demon chuckled as it pointed to the number ten engraved in its eye. “It’s my ranking. This proves that I’m part of the Twelve Echelons, the twelve strongest demons, just below our leader that is.”
“Yet you have the number ten on you. Doesn’t that make you weak?” Grey asked with a raised brow, and this statement caused everybody there to gasp.
‘What the fuck is this bozo trying to do?! Is he trying to get us all killed?!’ Albed screamed inwardly, her heart pounding painfully against her ribcage as fear tightened her chest.
‘I knew Grey was a brute but a fool too?! Who taunts a demon like that in this situation?!’ Ray spat inwardly, his body too weak to even move a finger, yet his mind still alert enough to panic.
The demon did not reply immediately. It simply stared at Grey from head to toe, almost as if it was analyzing him, deciding whether to be amused or enraged.
“What did you say?” the demon asked, a frown slowly forming on its face.
“I mean, imagine you’re part of the lower echelon, number ten at that. Doesn’t that make you weak? Tsk, tsk, tsk. I got to say though, your leader just sent you here to die,” Grey said, shaking his head mockingly like he genuinely pitied the demon.
Contrary to what everyone expected, the demon did not even look furious. A sly smirk crawled onto its face instead, its eyes gleaming with amusement.
“And who do you think has the strength to kill me? Even if I’m weak in the rankings, I’m still strong enough to handle little pests like you all. Don’t dare me,” the demon replied, its voice low and cold, yet oddly playful.
“How dare you call the Supreme Magus a pest?!” Grey thundered as lightning began crackling around his hands, the ground beneath his feet trembling slightly. His hair floated above his shoulders as if the air itself bowed to his rising aura. “You court death, boy.”
‘Grey! What the fuck are you trying to do?!’ Thalos thought, his eyes glowing faintly as his grip tightened around his sword. His pulse quickened, not just from fear, but from the heavy sense that something catastrophic was about to begin.