Earth's Greatest Magus

Chiwikkkk! Chiwikkk!!

Beyond the ashes of the charred corpses of thousands of orcs, a sea of thousands more of these green abominable creatures poured out from the seemingly endless yellow sandy desert. Roars and shrieks reverberated in the air, building a cacophony of chaos.

In the middle of the orc wave, an orc stood significantly taller and more dominating than the rest. It looked around its new environment before its chest caved in and it unleashed a deafening roar that shook the air around.

Disregarding the underlings in front of it, the Orc Champion began to charge forward fiercely with a large bone in its hand. However, contrary to the expectations, the moment it rushed out of the orc wave and toward one human, the ferocious champion swiftly met its fate.

Slashed in two right in the middle, head to toe by just a swing of immortal gladiator's golden glaives. It didn't even have a chance to let out its death throes.

"Come at me all at once, you green bastards! Come at me!"

Perhaps it was because of their leader's death, or perhaps it was because of the man's provocation, but the thousands of orcs who were now behind the dead orc champion roared with rage and charged toward the Thrax at the same time like a tidal wave.

But before they even ran past several steps, their momentum was struck down by the numerous shots fired rapidly from the other side, which killed several of them almost instantly. This, of course, enraged the orcs even more.

It was at this moment that Thrax immediately lunged toward the sea of orcs with his glaives. Despite being on the battlefield on his own, monster blood poured and splattered on the desert sand as the Thracian fought like a bloody god of war.

"Slaughter them all!!"

The might and valor he displayed amidst the sea of creatures once again inspirited the men behind the walls.

On the left, Chumo and Klea barraged the orcs, doing their best to provide support and cover to Thrax. The former's hands never stopped moving from the very beginning, nocking and firing arrows; while the latter's body was engulfed in brilliant light as she continuously cast off her long-ranged spells.

Lightning storms charged from the air and dozens of arrows pierced their advance.

On the other side, the three flaming brothers did the same with their multiple fireball spells.

"First brother, there are too many of them!!"

"Shut up brother and keep shooting!!"

Yet despite their ceaseless attacks, the number of orcs seemed to only increase. The green creatures continued to pour out from the distant horizon without stopping, as if killing one gave birth to two more.

A million orcs were truly something not to be underestimated. Barely an hour had passed since they showed their overwhelming advantage in strength against the orcs, yet they were quickly pushed back to the walls once more.

If it were not for the Star Blaster and the drones that stunted the waves before, everyone believed that the colony would have been run over already.

The more time passed by, the more they were pushed back.

However despite the terrifying view of the orcs hordes, suddenly there was another that caused them to reflexively look toward the southern sky.

Like a blade cutting through the sky, an enormous foreign ship of crystal white shape flew up high.

"An elven warship!!" Klea immediately shouted upon recognizing the flying warship.

The fact that it was here right now could only mean that Emery and the others failed to prevent the stargate from being opened.

But before Klea and the others could grasp the situation, they were once again shocked to see other similar ships coming right behind it.

One, two, three…

"Five warships!!"

****

Inside the Nexus station halls, multiple figures had the same shock on their faces.

"Principal, we are waiting for your order!" shouted one of the ministers, with an obvious tremble in his voice.

It had been several minutes since the dark elves cut off their connection and showed their cards;

Five Cruiser-type warships, but the Principal still had yet to give any order.

Emery had seen the large destroyer-type before at the Kulturmak planet. This particular one making appearance was the smaller type, the medium-sized warship, a Light Cruiser.

Although it was not as threatening, it was still known to be filled with hundreds of elves with two or three elven magus commanding them.

With five cruisers currently in sight, this meant that the threat of at least a dozen elven magus had arrived on the Nexus planet.

From the holographic screen, everyone could see the five warships flying off the ground and going straight toward the station.

However, instead of thinking about what they should do to remedy their situation and giving out the corresponding orders, the Principal was busy trying to re-establish communication with the dark elves.

He became more and more hysterical with every failed attempt.

"No! They can't do this to us! No!"

The ministers in the hall tried hard to calm the panicking Principal down.

"My lord, the dark elves have shown their intention. We really should decide to either leave or fight!"

"Leave! We should definitely leave this place! What about the bridge? Have we taken control back!"

"No, Principal, not yet! The man guarding the bridge has proven difficult to deal with!"

The Principal panicked even more, there was madness in his eyes when he said.

"Why made them angry!! We are all going to die!! We can't outrun them with this station…! Yes… we should leave with our ship! That's right, abandon the space station!"

Everyone in the hall once again had a shocked expression on their face, but it was not because of the enemy this time.

Without looking at each other, at this moment, they all had one same thought in their minds: The Principal has really gone mad!

All of a sudden, metallic objects flowed from behind the Principal and swiftly attached itself on his entire body, binding him tight. Of course, the Principal immediately screamed and struggled to break free.

"What is this?!"

Everyone turned their heads towards the source of the object – Magus Wilf. Similarly, the man walked up and turned toward the ministers and soldiers. Under their still somewhat stunned looks, the vice commander said, "The Principal is unwell, so I will now take command."

With just a sweep of his sharp gaze, all the ministers and soldiers in the hall accepted his command with a synchronized nod. As for the other magus, by their leader's command, they quickly released the restraints on Emery and Stildar's body.

Magus Wilf looked Emery in the eye and said, "We want the same thing, to stop the elves' stargate. Call off your friend on the bridge, we have to work together if we want to survive this."

Emery glanced at Stildar for a moment before the two nodded in agreement. He then quickly sent a message to his Roman friend.

Following his order, Julian immediately began to target the incoming ships instead. A Star Blast was shot directly at the incoming ships and hit one of them, damaging it enough until it could no longer fly out of space and crashed back onto the ground

People in the main hall unconsciously cheer for the successful shot.

"We are heading to the bridge!" Magus Wilf quickly ordered.

By the time they reached the command center, with an interval of 10 minutes for every shot, the Star Blaster had managed to hit another one of the elves' ships and damage it. However, all four Cruisers were still rushing to the station, and at this point, they had already reached halfway through.

"Don't let them get near, send the drones and the ships! Everyone, get ready for battle!!"