Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe

Chapter 257 Destined

As the sun slowly dipped over the horizon, the ferocity of the magical beasts gradually decreased. However, none of them retreated despite being extremely exhausted and injured. They continued to attack with relentless fury.

Adam, Edward, and Farald had their backs against each other as they continued to kill one beast after another. By now, they were already standing atop a large mound made of corpses.

This was already their third rotation on the battlefield. Meaning, they had gone inside the city to recuperate and replenish their mana and come back out to fight again three times already.

After all, it was not possible for a Magus to fight the whole day, especially if they were mere Rank 1s.

Adam weaved hand signs at quick speeds and cast a spell at an incoming black boar.

Rank 1 Spell: Thorn Vine!

Thick, poisonous vines filled with sharp thorns emerged from the ground underneath the boar and quickly curled around its body, pinning it to the ground. The boar squealed desperately but was unable to free itself.

The next moment, Farald let out a battle cry and jumped at the boar, wielding his war hammer that was coated with mana. With a loud bang, the stout dwarf smashed the boar's giant head into meat paste, instantly killing it.

Adam's eyes darted around the battlefield, constantly looking for opportunities. The next moment, his eyes narrowed and he weaved hand signs yet again before viciously stomping the ground in front of him.

Rank 1 Spell: Tremor!

The ground in front of him trembled intensely as if an earthquake had arrived. This caused the incoming beasts to lose their footing and miserably fall to the ground.

Next, Adam stretched his hands and pointed them at Edward.

The following moment, the muscles in his arms strained as he raised them, causing the small area of the ground underneath the blue-eyed youth to abruptly rise and launch him toward the beasts that had just lost their footing.

Edward immediately understood Adam's intent. He readied his spear and coated it with lightning mana.

As soon as he landed amidst the incapacitated beasts, he viciously swung his weapon at the ground, causing a wave of lightning to spread outward and heavily injure the beasts.

All the beasts surrounding him were fried by lightning, some of them even dying in the process. Edward was about to kill them all, but Adam had already cast multiple Magic Missiles and finished the job.

Edward's breathing had turned ragged, his eyes bloodshot. He couldn't even stand straight on his feet. But despite that, he forced himself to get into a fighting stance and prepare for battle yet again.

The youth had never gone through so much bloodbath in his life. It was beginning to dull his senses. As he was now, he was only able to put up a fight because of his sheer willpower and the mana that ran in abundance inside his body.

Although he was at the end of his ropes, he wasn't afraid. Because he knew, that as long as he was by Adam's side, he would be just fine.

Just when the trio were about to engage in another round of slaughter, a deep trumpet sound echoed from the heart of the forest.

When the beasts heard this mysterious sound, something inside them clicked and they gradually began to retreat. The Magi stationed atop the walls would not let this opportunity pass by.

At once, they started to hurl all kinds of spells at the retreating beasts, resulting in even greater enemy casualties. Just as the last of the beasts had disappeared back into the forest, the Magi burst into cheers.

"We did it!"

"One day at a time!"

"Meat for days!"

"Haha, look at this bastard!"

The close combat Magi standing on the bloody battlefield sighed heaves of relief and immediately fell to the ground that was littered with corpses. Some of them belonged to the Magi, while most belonged to the magical beasts.

Adam was drenched in blood from head to toe. His clothes were ripped to shreds and there were claw and bite marks all over his body. His favorite pointy hat was also missing. But despite all that, there was a euphoric expression on his face.

His eyes were shut and his consciousness was currently hovering inside the mysterious white space of the lotus. Hundreds of souls had been devoured today. They were continuing to materialize inside this space.

"Ah, perhaps... I was destined to roam the battlefields." The youth grinned from ear to ear.

The next moment, he shifted his consciousness back to the outside world and glanced around. He saw that Harald was sitting atop a heap of corpses and drinking ale like there was no tomorrow.

Meanwhile, Edward was still standing in a daze, surrounded by bloody corpses. Seeing that, Adam could not help but sigh. Looks like today took a heavy toll on him mentally.

He slowly made his way toward his friend. Just when he was about to pat him on the shoulder, Edward suddenly turned around and launched his spear coated with lightning straight at him.

Adam was taken aback, however, he quickly reacted. He seamlessly positioned himself to the side and slapped Edward's hand away. The lightning-infused spear just barely grazed past his head.

He then tightly grabbed Edward's hand and held him down. "Fatty, it's me."

"Huh?" Edward's bloodshot eyes were filled with confusion. He glanced at Adam and muttered in a daze, "Oh, Adam… it's you…"

Adam smiled. "Yeah, it's me."

"Is the battle… over?" Edward muttered weakly.

"Yes, it's all over now." Adam chuckled, finding his friend's actions similar to how he was when extremely drunk.

"That's good…" Edward's eyes rolled over and he listlessly fell down. However, Adam was quick enough to grab him and then toss him over his shoulder.

Farald approached them and spoke while looking at the unconscious Edward, "The amount of mana he releases with every attack is scary. He sure has large reserves, eh?"

"Hehe, that's right, old man," Adam chuckled as he walked side by side with the dwarf.

Veins started to throb on Farald's forehead as he screamed, "Who the hell are you calling old man?! Bastard, I'm twenty years old!"

"Ehh?!" Adam looked at the thick beard on the dwarf's aged face. "Then why the heck do you look like an uncle?"

"Bastard, I'll fight you." Farald flailed his hands around. "Us dwarves mature quicker for our age. I'm still in the springtime of my youth!"

Adam resisted the intense urge to roll his eyes. "S-Sure, whatever you say, old m—"

"What did you say?!"

"Hehe, just kidding. Relax, little man," Adam teased.

"You!! I've had enough of you. I'll fight you right now!"