Earth's Greatest Magus

Chapter 2763: Machinist Tomb 4

Amid the chaos of battle, a grim realization struck them all.

The Colossus wasn’t merely large. Its body gleamed with a silver sheen, every plate forged from a tier-seven material—an alloy that rivaled mythical mithril yet was denser than starmetal. It wasn’t just a weapon; it was a god-forged abomination, a walking treasure of lost divine craftsmanship.

”It has six cores!” Julian’s voice cut through the din. ”We need to destroy them all!”

Dravic snarled, his hammer dripping molten heat as he parried a colossal swing from the monster. ”It protects them too tightly! I can’t reach them alone—I need more help to distract it!”

The magma-bearded Grand Magus spun sharply toward his comrade. ”Vashka! Stop playing around and assist us!”

The female Grand Magus stood a short distance away, locked in furious combat with two silver golems. Her smirk faltered for the first time as she flicked her fingers in the air, summoning threads of pure spirit energy. They unfurled from her hands like ribbons of moonlight, weaving through the air with eerie grace.

The glowing threads lashed across the two silver golems, piercing through their armor like invisible hooks. A low hum resonated as her domain expanded—an unseen web of control spreading across the battlefield. The golems convulsed, their bodies shuddering violently before collapsing apart, their joints snapping loose as if dismantled by unseen hands.

With a precise motion, Vashka extracted their cores, the glowing orbs pulsing in her grasp. Then, with another flick of her fingers, more threads of spirit energy shot outward, wrapping around the shattered constructs. A ripple of spiritual power pulsed from her, and the broken pieces began to move—plates, joints, and limbs reassembling under her command.

When the light faded, the two silver golems stood once more, silent and unmoving—now stationed beside her like obedient sentinels.

”She turned them into her puppets!” Haphaestus shouted in disbelief, smoke still pouring from the cracks in his battered Titanbreaker suit.

Vashka’s eyes gleamed, a predator’s satisfaction in her gaze before sending both controlled golems to attack the colossus. With three, two Cosmos Grand Magus—Casiel, Dravic, and now Vashka’s commandeered constructs—pressuring the Colossus, the tide of battle began to shift.

Bronze golems fell like collapsing waves under the relentless coordination of the magus. Another silver golem was torn apart in bursts of shattered metal and radiant sparks.

The Volkov formation master swiftly shifted his defensive formation into a restraining one, redirecting its power toward the Colossus instead.

Finally, Casiel found an opening. Channeling divine might into his javelin, he hurled it with blinding precision—piercing straight through one of the Colossus’s cores. The impact erupted in a thunderous explosion.

Dravic followed immediately, taking advantage of the staggered giant. His molten hammer swung in a blazing arc, smashing into another exposed core and shattering it into a storm of fiery shards.

At the same time, Vashka’s ethereal strings lashed out, wrapping around a third glowing node. With a fierce pull, she tore it free from its socket. The core pulsed violently in her grasp, its divine light burning through her shining gloves.

”Interesting... I want more!” she hissed, eyes gleaming with hunger.

Though their divine senses couldn’t fully gauge the Colossus’s vast power, they could feel it weakening with every destroyed core. Its movements grew sluggish, its strikes less precise.

Half an hour passed before both Volkov and Nova Roma forces finally cleared the battlefield of the remaining golems, leaving only the massive Colossus standing—its once-glorious form now cracked and smoldering, one final core pulsing weakly in its chest.

Vashka was relentless, almost feral, in her pursuit of the last core. Cosmic energy flared along her arms, her claws bristling with hundreds of luminous threads. With a violent surge, she slashed through the Colossus’s final defenses. The strings burrowed deep, slicing through its armored shell until at last—she seized the final core.

The Colossus dropped to one knee, steam hissing from its joints, the glow in its eyes fading. The earth trembled beneath its massive weight as it began to power down.

”We did it!” shouted the Volkov Grand Magus gunner, leaping onto the fallen giant’s shoulder in triumph.

The others began to exhale in relief—until a cold, mechanical voice echoed through the hall.

[ACTIVATING EMERGENCY FUNCTION.]

A sudden hum filled the air. The runes engraved across the Colossus’ body flared—first silver, then gold—until intricate patterns of radiant circuitry crawled across its entire frame. The giant’s eyes reignited, burning brighter than before.

”GET BACK!”

Emery’s warning cut through the chaos. He could feel the surge of power awakening within the giant, an unstable fusion of divine and mechanical energy. Everyone leapt back—everyone except the Volkov gunslinger, who was too close.

Both of the Colossus’s arms came crashing in from opposite sides, slamming together like titanic pillars.

BAMMM!!!

”REGUS!!” Dravic screamed, his voice breaking as his comrade was crushed midair like an insect. The impact left nothing but mangled armor and crimson mist.

Regus’s grand magus soul burst free for a fleeting instant before it, too, was caught in the ensuing shockwave. A blinding pulse of golden energy swept outward—a pressure wave so intense it scorched everything in range. The weak souls nearby disintegrated on contact, leaving only drifting ashes.

The Volkov magUS screamed in horror as one of their elders was annihilated.

And yet, the Colossus stood again—its frame crackling with renewed light, as if the countless blows and destroyed cores had meant nothing.

Dravic’s fury burned, but even in rage, the craftsman within him recognized the impossible.

”How... how is it still moving?!”

Julian, equally shaken, raised his sword defensively. ”It doesn’t make sense! With something like this—Rehndhall could’ve rivaled any top faction! Why would they leave it sealed away in a tomb?!”

The Colossus’ eyes glowed brighter, and its massive frame released a pulse that made the very walls tremble. Casiel and Vashka darted forward, trying to pin it down again with chains of holy light and spectral bindings—but the giant shattered them effortlessly.

Meanwhile, at the rear of the chamber, Emery remained motionless. Not out of hesitation, but focus. Through his link with VIA, he had been analyzing the golem’s structure, tracing the runic logic behind its impossible revival.

Finally, the answer emerged.

But before Emery could act, a familiar voice spoke from behind him.

”I know how to shut this thing down!”

Everyone turned.

The voice came from the unassuming Vic.