Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe C.334 Protect

Omai had once again descended into utter chaos. The ground around Adam was decimated and the air was thick with the stench of flesh and blood.

His robes were tattered, displaying his burned skin and the fresh injuries that he had received throughout the night.

He was but a lone Magus amidst a sea of corrupted magical beasts.

Yet, his abyss-like eyes burned with an unyielding fire.

Every breath he took was a ragged gasp as he continued to swing his fists at the incoming horde of beasts.

Sometimes he would strike with a punch, other times he would thrust with a palm. He continued to fight nonstop and massacred one beast after another, his mana reserves rapidly decreasing.

No matter how many beasts attacked him, he held his ground defiantly. Gradually, his eyes turned bloodshot, just like the beasts that he was fighting.

It was as if he was overcome by bloodlust and madness. It had come to the point where even the beasts shuddered to come near him.

If they didn't approach him, he would take the initiative and pounce on them.

Adam met the beasts head-on, his fists striking with a ruthless force. Each punch sent a beast sprawling. Each palm thrust shattered their bones and destroyed their organs.

Blood and flesh flew in every direction as the youth gained momentum with every beast he slew.

Tonight, he was unrivaled!

Tonight, he was tyrannical!

With a thunderous road that seemed to echo throughout the deserted town, Adam increased his mana expenditure to the maximum and continued to wantonly slaughter his way through.

Meanwhile, in the distance, the orcs, the Rank 1 Magi from the Gracie Family, and Edward and Lisa were stunned by the scene unfolding before their eyes.

"This… this… How is this even possible?!" Morden blurted out in absolute horror as he saw Adam effortlessly massacring the magical beasts.

On the other hand, Gorgo's body trembled in shock as he saw the amount of energy Adam was radiating, "H-How does he have so much mana?!"

Meanwhile, what Edward and Lisa felt was immense sorrow watching Adam battle the beasts. To them, it felt like their friend was losing himself to insanity trying to save them.

They were completely and utterly helpless. In the presence of two Mana Liquefaction Magi, anything they tried to do to help Adam would turn out to be futile.

In the end, they could only cry out to their friend to stop this madness this instant and to flee.

But alas, it all fell on deaf ears.

By now, Adam seemed to have turned into a beast himself. No longer was he just using his arms and legs to fight, now he was also biting onto other beasts and killing them.

To an onlooker, it would appear that he had really turned into a crazed man.

However, the Rank 2 Magi, Oswald and Hemingway, noticed something else that made their faces turn extremely grim.

They exchanged shocked glances with one another and then deeply stared at Adam. Others could not see it, but with their enhanced eyesight, how could these two not?

This kid… Oswald thought to himself in astonishment.

He could clearly see that along with the blood that was pouring out from Adam's wounds, a black gooey substance was also seeping out, however, it was just barely visible.

The same thing was also happening when he expended his mana. Except, a black miasma was being expelled in minuscule quantities.

"To think that he would attempt such a thing in the midst of battle," Professor Hemingway muttered solemnly. "He's either confident or just crazy."

Oswald's fists involuntarily clenched tightly. If it wasn't for his fear of the Soulmark Retribution technique that Berger might or might not have left on Adam, he would have already killed him by now.

However, he couldn't. The risks outweighed the gains.

He glanced at Gorgo and asked in an icy tone, "Is that all the beasts you have?"

"Y-Yes," Gorgo stuttered.

Oswald paused for a moment before continuing with a solemn expression, "Take your men with you and kill him."

Gorgo was taken aback. He couldn't help but glance at the middle-aged man and ask, "But didn't you want to avenge your—"

"Don't ask questions." Oswald released his mana pressure that heavily weighed down on the orc's shoulders, causing him to miserably kneel on the ground.

"Just do as I say."

Gorgo shuddered in fear. At the same time, his eyes flashed with eagerness at the thought of personally avenging Kurdan and his tribesman.

"I understand."

The young orc wasn't aware of the Soulmark Retribution technique. Hence, he found it odd as to why the Gracie Family Magi wouldn't want to kill Adam when he was right on their chopping board.

However, the thought of killing the raven-haired youth who had murdered his friends back inside the secret plane filled him with exhilaration. So he didn't question Oswald further.

He looked around and instructed the few orcs he had brought with him, "Let's go."

Meanwhile, Adam had already dealt with the large majority of the beasts that had attacked him. The beasts' hot blood splattered against his skin, mingling with his own.

His muscles screamed in protest every time he swung his arms. After what felt like an eternity, Adam looked around at the sea of carnage that he had caused.

The hundreds of beasts that had attacked him, now lay dead at his feet.

He had done it.

He had pushed his body to the limits, expended all the mana in his body, and come out victorious.

Yet, his bloodied face displayed a defeated expression. He weakly mumbled, "So close…"

The next moment, he collapsed to his knees and his vision slowly began to darken. He had tried to achieve the impossible at great cost to himself.

But in the end, he couldn't prevail.

He could hear the sound of footsteps quickly approaching him from the front. Yet, he couldn't do anything about it.

At the last moment, before darkness claimed him, he made one last ditch attempt. As long as he drew breath, he would never give up.

"Everyone, now!" Gorgo roared in excitement as he saw Adam on his knees. This was the perfect chance to kill his enemy.

But suddenly…

A gray light flashed before Adam, and the next moment, a cat appeared.

Valerian glanced at the youth's bloodied and severely injured body with an extremely pained expression.

He had wanted to come out earlier to help several times, but every time, Adam refused. It was only now did the latter allowed him to come out to buy him some time.

The little guy walked forward and nudged his furry head against the motionless youth.

'Brother… I will protect you now.'

The following moment, he turned around and glared at the incoming orcs as well as the Magi from the Gracie Family.

For the first time since he was born, he opened his mouth and spoke, his words laced with boundless killing intent.

"You inferior creatures…

"How dare you hurt my brother?!"

Every person present in Omai, the Rank 2 Magi included, felt a chill run down their spines when they heard Valerian's words that seemed to contain the wrath of magic itself.

The scene that unfolded next caused everyone to be thunderstruck.

A visible ripple ran through Valerian's body, starting from his head and spreading toward the tip of his tail. The air around him began to vibrate and a magical aura started to permeate the surroundings.

Valerian's once gray fur began to shift, hardening into scales that flashed like polished metal. His paws elongated and claws extended, appearing extremely sharp and formidable. His limbs grew thicker and more muscular.

His spine arched and stretched, producing bone-popping sounds so loud that it reverberated in everyone's ears.

As his body continued to grow bigger and more menacing, two appendages grew from his shoulders, pushing through the scales. They grew rapidly and unfurled into massive wings.

Finally, Valerian's face began to change, his adorable features turning into something far more menacing and fearsome. His topaz eyes blazed with immense bloodlust and his fangs grew long and sharp, gleaming with a cold glint.

His body continued to expand until it could no longer. Under the rays of the twin moons, his muscles rippled under his gray scales. His tail grew longer and thicker, swaying with dangerous intent.

The transformation was finally complete.

Where there had been a small, gray cat, there now stood a mighty dragon towering more than ten meters.

ROOAARRR!!!

For the first time in the history of Tron…

The resounding roar of the legendary dragon echoed through the lands!

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