Earth's Greatest Magus

Chapter 2172: Godly Battle 6

”The serpent patriarch?!” Emeryʼs mind reeled. The title was one reserved for the serpent supreme, the figure he believed to be orchestrating all the chaos. The hydra before him, a monstrous manifestation, was presumably the patriarchʼs transformed state.

Was the beast itself speaking to him? And if so, why was it still attacking him?

While dodging the rampaging hydra, Emeryʼs thoughts raced. ”What the hell do you want? What do you mean by ʼour hopeʼ?” he shouted, frustration mingling with confusion.

the voice responded, laden with desperation.

With the primal beast controlling his body; the mention of Shinta swiftly enrages him.

”BASTARD!! LET HER GO!!” Emery roared, fury igniting his every muscle. He dashed up the beastʼs massive body, claws digging into its scales. He agilely avoided the snapping jaws of the serpent heads, all while enduring the relentless onslaught from the grand magus attacking the hydra.

The voice suddenly cut off, leaving Emery in a tumultuous state of confusion.

”Must what!!?” Emery bellowed, but no response came. The beast within him, already teetering on the edge of control, surged with renewed fury at the abrupt silence. Emery continued his ferocious attack, his focus laser-sharp on the crimson crystal head. The crack on the crystal, barely visible, was slowly mending itself. ”I need to break that crystal!!” he growled, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

HOWLL!!!

With his emotional outburst came another surge of primal power. His body responded with a ferocity that he could barely control.

[Warning! You have reached the 38% integration limit]

Emery had surpassed the safe threshold he could handle. Khaos energy engulfed his body, every muscle thrumming with raw, volatile power. Determination etched on his face, he charged forward. His increased battle power and enhanced mastery of space law granted him a level of agility that allowed him to dodge most of the serpentsʼ attacks.

He ducked and weaved through the onslaught of jaws snapping at him, each near-miss a testament to his heightened reflexes. Emery phased through the air, closing the distance to the crimson crystal head. However, no matter how many times he tried, he failed each time. One smash from the gigantic beast would crush several of his bones. Fortunately, his beast transformation had an innate ability that helped him persevere:

[Spirit Devour]

Emeryʼs obsidian claws were imbued with the beastʼs natural devouring ability, which allowed him to continuously regenerate throughout the battle, accelerating his healing process and restoring his strength. With each bone-crushing blow, he absorbed more energy, mending his injuries and replenishing his stamina, allowing him to rise again and again despite the overwhelming odds.

”GIVE HER BACK!!” Emery roared again, the desperation in his voice cutting through the chaos. The primal energy surged through his veins, pushing him to his limits.

[Warning! You have reached the 42% integration limit]

The warning flashed in his mind as the integration with the beastʼs power reached a critical point. Emery felt his consciousness slipping, the primal energy overwhelming his senses. In that vulnerable moment, one of the serpent heads struck. Its massive jaws closed around him, nearly swallowing him whole. Despite his formidable battle power of 2000, he found himself unable to break free. His claws struck out desperately, but the sound of bones breaking echoed in his ears. The pressure was immense, and he could feel his strength waning.

”Arrghh!!! I canʼt stop here!!” he roared, his voice a mix of pain and determination.

Desperation fueled his actions. Emeryʼs mind raced, seeking a way out. The serpentʼs jaws clamped tighter, and he could feel his body being crushed.

In the midst of chaos, a flaming figure surged through the battlefield, blasting toward the serpentʼs head with unyielding determination. The fiery form cast a decisive tier 8 spell, [Inferno], engulfing the serpent head in roaring flames and saving Emery from a grim demise. 𝔯À𝐍ố₿Ёș

The flaming figure revealed himself as Philip Corvin. With remarkable strength, the grand magus pulled Emery out of the battlefield. Emeryʼs body was broken, but his spirit remained uncrushed. Determined to continue, he struggled to rise, only to be punched back to the ground by Philip.

”Look at yourself!! I canʼt believe the alpha king gave his legacy to a foolish wolf like you!!” Philipʼs voice was stern, yet it carried a hint of concern.

The strike awakened Emeryʼs senses. He sat down, giving a grateful nod to Philip, acknowledging the grand magusʼs harsh, yet necessary intervention. He took a moment to calm himself, his breath steadying as he assessed his condition. His primal form had taken a severe toll on his body, leaving him in excruciating pain.

With a resolute expression, Emery forced himself to deactivate his primal form. The transformation receded, his body returning to its human state, but the pain was almost unbearable. Every muscle screamed in agony, and his bones felt as if they were on the verge of shattering.

Without hesitation, Emery retrieved a high-grade Health and Mental restoration pill, a preparation he had made for such dire situations. He swallowed the pill, feeling its effects almost immediately. The potent medicine coursed through his system, mending his wounds and restoring his mental clarity.

While recovering, Emery witnessed the godly battle raging on. The hydra, with its seemingly limitless spirit pool, continued to regenerate its wounds at an alarming rate. Its heads, once weakened by the combined assault of the grand magus, were now regrowing with frightening speed, each one bristling with renewed ferocity.

At this stage of the battle, nearly half of Faulen City lay in ruins. The relentless onslaught of the hydra had left devastation in its wake, buildings reduced to rubble, and flames licking at the once-proud structures. Among the grand magus, King Krukk, a stalwart among the three cosmos grand magus, had suffered grievous wounds. His retreat from the front lines created a palpable void in their defensive strategy, one that could potentially prove fatal if not swiftly addressed.

Despite the grim situation, the remaining grand magus stood resolute. Each possessed an immense reservoir of cosmic power, enabling them to sustain the battle for hours, even days if necessary. However, such a prolonged conflict would leave the Faulen planet in ruins, with no survivors left to tell the tale.

Emeryʼs eyes darted around the battlefield, analyzing the situation. Now that he gained more understanding of the situation, he realized that despite having regained his strength and being able to activate the primal transformation once again, his power would not significantly impact the supreme-level battle raging around him. He needed a different approach.