Chapter 206 - 206: An agenda!

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Back in Goltas Town, Grey barely had to lift a finger. The skeletal soldiers crumbled under the coordinated might of his teammates, and he only stepped in occasionally—when someone got in a tight spot or backed themselves into a corner. Within five minutes, the battlefield fell silent. The team stood amid the remains of bone and magic, panting and heaving, yet doing their best to conceal their exhaustion. Vanica moved between them, her hands glowing with healing light, knitting wounds and restoring stamina. That was when the taunting began. "The mighty necromancer couldn't even give us a proper workout," Arthur jeered, cracking his knuckles. "These skeletons were softer than mud," Scarlet added with a grin. "Keh keh keh... Did you think that was all?" a raspy voice rasped from the shadows. A grotesque zombie clawed its way from the ground, green rot clinging to its decomposing flesh. Its grin widened, revealing broken, yellowed teeth. "That was merely the first wave. Now... prepare for the next!" Right on cue, the earth trembled. Cracks split the ground, and a thunderous growl erupted as monstrous forms clawed their way into the open. Beasts—each as tall as ogres, tusks protruding from their decayed maws, wielding swords nearly as long as a man was tall—emerged, snarling. There were ten of them. "Appraisal," Grey commanded, his voice calm. A soft blue glow shimmered before his eyes. --- {Name: Ogres} {Level: 6} {Magic: Enhanced strength} {Mana: 70/70} --- Grey's expression darkened. "Damn it. I hate when I'm right." The team instantly stiffened, shifting into battle stances. The stench of rotting flesh and burning mana thickened the air. The zombie cackled louder. "You're a coward," Grey said coldly, stepping forward. Flames erupted from his palms, licking the air like hungry serpents. "You hide behind minions rather than facing us yourself." "Keh!" the zombie rasped. "If I came out now, none of you would survive. I like letting my opponents squirm, thinking they have the upper hand... before I crush them." He raised his decaying arms with dramatic flair. "When I'm done here, I'll raise every one of you as my undead. I'll use your power to bring the four great academies to their knees. Then, I'll march on the royal capital and claim the emperor's head myself!" Grey laughed—not with mirth, but with disdain. "You really think you can manage that? This is why it's important to study your enemies." "What do you mean?" the zombie growled. "You planned to wear us down with waves," Grey scoffed. Wind began swirling around him, coalescing at his hands. His robe flared as he advanced. "And you thought ten ogres would be enough? You don't know me." "Get him! Dead or alive!" the zombie screeched. The ogres roared and charged. The first one swung its massive blade, but Grey leapt into the air with a spinning flip, unleashing a torrent of flame that blasted its face and knocked it backward with a thunderous boom. A wall of stone burst from the earth, blocking another ogre's slash. The wall morphed into a rocky fist and slammed into the creature's chest, sending it skidding across the ground. Grey punched the air. Fists made of condensed wind formed instantly and launched at another ogre, hammering it with invisible force. "Energy," he muttered. He pivoted, narrowly avoiding a downward slash that carved into the earth, the edge of the blade grazing his arm and drawing blood. Gritting his teeth, he retaliated with a wind-imbued kick that unleashed a crescent slash, severing the ogre's rotting arm. Slamming his foot into the ground, he launched himself upward just as another blade sliced through the space he had just vacated. Hovering mid-air, wind whipping around him, Grey smirked. "You've shown me the strength of a necromancer. Now, let me show you the power... of a supreme mage!" He snapped his fingers. Hundreds of wind blades shimmered into existence across the sky. Twenty jagged earth shards hovered beside him. With a casual wave of his hand, the deadly barrage rained down. The ogres tried to scatter, but the attacks locked onto them like guided missiles. Wind tore through limbs, earth pierced skulls, and bodies were flung like ragdolls. Explosions of blood and bone filled the air as the ogres were dismantled with merciless precision. Sёarᴄh the NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. In just two minutes, the last ogre collapsed in a heap. Grey landed softly, dusting off his robe with theatrical calm, a cocky smirk on his face. The zombie trembled—not from fear, but fury. Its rotting eyes blazed. "Who... who are you?" it snarled. "How can you wield four magical affinities?!" Grey remained silent, simply smirking. "Are you a third year? A vice captain of Lunaria?! Who are you?!" Grey took a step forward. "The name's Grey Dawn," he said, his voice carrying like thunder. "But if you're asking about titles... then know this—I will become the greatest mage to ever walk this land." "Ha! Delusional brat!" the zombie barked. "The greatest? You call yourself the supreme mage like it means something. You haven't even scratched the surface of what true power is! Do you think you can defeat the emperor—or even his subordinates?!" Grey narrowed his gaze. "Can you?" he asked coolly. "You want revenge on the four great academies? That means facing the emperor's subordinates—each one a principal of those academies. If just first-years like us can give you this much trouble… what will you do when you face the captains, vice captains, instructors, third-years... and principals?" The zombie's grin returned, slow and sinister. "Who said I was alone?" Black shadows rippled across the ground, like oil swirling in water. From within the darkness, a figure rose. Unlike the others, this creature retained its human form—barely. Tattered robes hung from its frame, ash-gray hair wild and unkempt. Its pitch-black eyes glinted with malicious intelligence. "This," the zombie said proudly, "is one of my finest creations. Stronger than the ogres. Smarter than the skeletons. If I were to rank it, I'd say it's equal to a Level 10 beast... just a shade under the strength of a captain." His grin widened. "Let's just say... this one is on vice-captain level. So, tell me, supreme mage—how are you going to handle this?"

Chapter 206 - 206: An agenda!

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