Magus Supremacy Nove Chapter 968: Invasion (3)

Chapter 968: Invasion (3)

Chapter 968

Twirling around in a sharp, fluid motion, Ki flooded into Alba’s legs.

Unhesitatingly, she lunged away from the enemy host, propelled by an explosive burst of speed.

Killian and Brook were right beside her as she left the Behemoth soldiers in a complete daze.

Their frontlines had effectively been wiped out in a single, devastating strike.

There was a palpable sense of disorientation on their side; they clearly hadn’t anticipated such a sudden, aggressive preemptive attack.

That had been Alba’s strategy all along.

Given the significant distance between the West and North walls, she needed to create a montary opening—an opportunity for their forces to reposition and move out effectively.

For a fleeting second, she had almost forgotten the type of clan they were facing.

The Behemoth Clan: often perceived as all brawn and no brains.

There was no way they would have coordinated an attack from a different direction; they favored a head-on collision because they inherently believed their nurical advantage made them invincible.

Exploiting that tactical rigidity, she provided the Dawn forces the necessary window to migrate from the West wall to the North so they could strike as a unified front.

The trio were practically gliding through the air at this point.

Their feet barely brushed the earth as they bolted forward, desperate to put distance between themselves and the army before the true chaos of war erupted.

But she had miscalculated one vital factor.

There was a variable in the equation she hadn’t fully accounted for: Vice Leader Ortiz.

Unlike the rest of his kin, Ortiz had a good head on his shoulders.

The mont the first volley of arrows descended into fiery explosions, his mind was already working.

Without hesitation or even waiting for Devan to issue a command, he began barking out orders that cut through the smoke.

"Long-range attackers, fire! Don’t let them escape!"

"Close combat fighters, charge ahead now! Bring down that wall!"

’Shit,’ Alba cursed inwardly as her gaze snapped toward the West wall where her remaining clan mbers were stationed.

High above, Lilly was beginning to feel faint.

Her grip on her bow weakened significantly after the shot she had just unleashed—the volley that had triggered the initial explosion.

This was the true nature of the weapon modified by the Supre Magus.

It possessed the supernatural ability to shoot as many projectiles as she desired without her ever needing to touch a mundane quiver.

These arrows were forged from her own blood.

She had the liberty to manifest as many as she wanted, but the staggering downside was the direct consumption of her own life force.

These arrows possessed two distinct, terrifying effects.

The first was the incendiary type that detonated upon reaching a specific proximity.

The second, however, was far more sinister.

Gritting her teeth against the rising nausea, Lilly could see hordes of n charging like a tidal wave toward Alba and the duo.

She was panting heavily, her lungs burning.

The forces from the West gate had not arrived at the North wall yet; they were close, but not close enough.

Until they arrived, the others wouldn’t launch a full counter-attack. In this mont, she was the solitary long-range guardian in their midst.

No one else utilized a bow and arrow, simply because she had beco a one-woman artillery unit due to her newly modified armant.

Without hesitation, she tugged at her bowstring while a sharp, searing pain coursed through her veins.

Unhesitatingly, she drew the string to its limit and let fly.

Almost imdiately, another thousand arrows materialized in the sky.

Blood red.

Lilly turned deathly pale, collapsing to her knees the mont the string snapped forward.

The arrows hissed through the air with devastating velocity, whistling past the heads of Alba, Killian, and Brook before smashing into the infantry rushing toward them.

The mont the crimson shafts struck ho, it didn’t take more than a second before the victims shriveled like desiccated corpses.

The n were falling like flies swatted from the air.

Their skin turned ashen, their hair bleached white, and their fras beca skinny and malnourished as if they had aged decades in an instant.

It appeared as though their very blood and vital essence had been violently siphoned out of them.

anwhile, Lilly was suddenly overwheld by a surge of euphoric energy that raced through her system, causing her eyes to bulge as the stolen vitality flooded back to her.

Her pale skin began to regain its natural color, though the transition left her gasping for air, her heart hamring against her ribs from the sheer intensity of the life-force transfer.

The second function of the bow allowed her to release as many blood arrows as she desired; when these struck a target, they would siphon the victim’s lifeblood dry to replenish Lilly’s own vitality.

Seeing the pressure montarily ease on them, Alba spun around in synchronization with Killian.

They imdiately unsheathed their blades and hauled them forward with all their might.

Killian unleashed a massive fla slash that ripped through the air, colliding with and incinerating several arrows that had been launched at them.

anwhile, Alba released a crimson Ki slash that shredded through a portion of the incoming projectiles, but the relentless volley of missiles didn’t seem to decrease.

It was like a single drop in a vast ocean at this point.

Thalos heaved in deep, rhythmic breaths, his greatsword gleaming dangerously in his iron grip.

He edged forward on the battlent and, without hesitation, lunged into the air with thunderous speed and a force that shook the entire wall for a mont.

Mid-air, his sword elongated to an impossible length.

Twirling around like a broken arrow, he swung his massive blade, causing an enormous shockwave to burst out.

The strike smashed into more than half of the incoming arrows, splintering them all from their base.

Kicking the air once more to maintain his altitude, he swung his weapon again, releasing a even larger slash that ripped the remaining projectiles to shreds long before they could even reach the fortification.

Landing on the ground, the earth trembled beneath his heavy feet as he watched Alba, Killian, and Brook approaching.

Within seconds, they reached the gargoyle’s position and slid to a halt.

Glancing behind him, the enormous double gates were moving inwardly, and from the opening, a collective, deafening shout tore through the sky.

Devan frowned angrily at the sudden turn of events, his initial confidence wavering.

Channeling Ki into his throat, he bellowed with all his might.

"ATTACK! KILL THEM ALL!"

Blue arcs of lightning were now seen dancing up and down Fenrir’s body.

Those standing close to him quickly stepped away, lest they be caught in the volatile sparks discharging from his fra.

He watched as the sea of n rushed toward Thalos, Alba, Killian, and Brook on the ground level.

Their own forces were just beginning to surge out of the gates.

A clash was inevitable at any mont.

Without delay, Fenrir lunged forward from his high position.

He cut through the air like a bolt of destruction.

Lightning crackled around his body fiercely, and within re monts, he reached the frontlines of the charging infantry.

Spinning continuously as he descended, he tore through the n he crashed into.

The sparks and electricity radiating from his body were so potent that the soldiers were fried from the inside out instantly.

He shredded through their ranks and crashed into their midst, dispelling a massive shockwave of lightning that paralyzed every man in his imdiate vicinity.

The war had finally begun!