Earth's Greatest Magus

Chapter 2452 Turning Point

Chapter 2452  Turning Point

The desert storm raged, its howling winds carrying the echoes of countless explosions. Citadel City's sprawling ruins became the battleground for a titanic clash of factions, and the sands were now stained with blood. The once-glorious citadel stood as a broken silhouette, shrouded in smoke and fire, as the battle reached a fever pitch.

Monstrous sandworms struck with relentless fury, tearing through lines of soldiers. But the arrival of the Imperium's space crusaders tipped the balance decisively. Their gleaming drop ships descended like avenging angels, unloading battalions of armored warriors armed with the best humanity's ingenuity could muster. The tide turned swiftly, with orcs and elves alike falling by the dozens every passing second.

At the heart of the chaos, two titanic figures clashed. Tiberius, the renowned Imperium Archeon, stood against Agis the Red Demon, the dark elves' most fearsome champion. The battlefield seemed to bow to their might, their duel shaking the heavens with each collision. Tiberius' spirit-enhanced power armor roared with life, its chain swords screaming as they met the Red Demon's cosmic flame-imbued spear. Sparks and flames erupted with every strike, illuminating the storm as if a sun had ignited amidst the carnage.

Agis grinned ferociously, his blood-red eyes burning with exhilaration.

Tiberius, encased in his cutting-edge power armor, matched his zeal. Every strike, every blow, was a display of unparalleled skill and raw power. Their clash was more than a fight; it was a symphony of destruction.

But after dozens of exchanges, the balance began to shift. Agis' unrelenting assault finally pierced Tiberius' defenses, cosmic flames searing through the Archeon's armor. The Imperium commander grunted as the suit's systems faltered. Decisively, he ejected himself from the damaged exoskeleton, stepping onto the battlefield in his natural form.

Stripped of his armor, Tiberius was no less imposing. His towering, muscular frame gleamed with high-tech implants, each a testament to the Imperium's mastery of augmentation.

Tiberius unleashed his domain, a storm of raw power crackling with fury. Lightning streaked down from the heavens, converging on him as if summoned by divine wrath. His advanced implants absorbed the energy, channeling it through his body to form an armor of pulsating plasma. The intense glow lit up the battlefield, a beacon of dominance that promised devastation to any who dared approach.

"You've done well," Tiberius rumbled, his voice deep and unyielding. "But this isn't over!"

Agis roared with laughter, spinning his spear. "Good. I was just getting warmed up."

While the two titans battled, chaos reigned across the battlefield. The dark elves' two cosmos-rank commanders, Draven and Zeryntha, were locked in their own struggles.

On one side, General Wayne unleashed the full might of his massive Tyrant Fist, a brutal blow that sent the hulking warrior-mage Draven crashing into the sand. The earth quaked under the impact, but Draven rose again, his movements heavy yet defiant.

The towering dark elf was resilient, but General Wayne's two aides—Grand Magus Leith and Grand Magus Cassidy unleashed coordinated attacks, raining destructive spells on the struggling dark elf. On the other side of the battlefield, Zeryntha, the silver-haired dark elf Grand Magus, found herself ensnared in a relentless assault. Two Imperium Grand Magus attacked her with brutal precision. One wielded restraining spells, magical chains coiling around her limbs, while the other hurled relentless fireballs, the explosions tearing through the air and searing her defenses.

"You vermin!" Zeryntha snarled, her blades flashing as they darted around her, cutting down those who dared approach. But amidst the chaotic melee, a shadow emerged—Kouga, the Ghost Blade, struck with his twin blades, executing his deadly technique [Split the Frozen Hell]. The same move that had once critically wounded Azrazel now found its mark against Zeryntha.

Blood sprayed as his blades tore through her defenses. "You maggot! I will kill you!" Zeryntha bellowed, her fury unbridled. Yet even as she raged, the combined efforts of Kouga and the Imperium's grand scribes kept her at bay. With each passing moment, her movements slowed, her injuries mounting.

The situation had grown dire for the dark elves. The battlefield was awash with chaos, and despite Agis the Red Demon's unyielding thirst for combat, an order came from above—a command to retreat.

Agis's crimson eyes burned with defiance. A lone hunter by nature, he was unaccustomed to following orders, especially in the heat of battle. But today, he bore the mantle of commander, and with it, the responsibility for the elves' forces. His spear scorched the ground as he slammed it in frustration, his booming voice roaring over the cacophony of war.

"Where is that cursed Tolaro?! This disaster is his doing! And where is my dragon?!"

Despite his reluctance, Agis finally issued the order to retreat. The dark elves who still lived began to fall back, their formations breaking as they flew north toward their fortress.

Tiberius would not allow such an opportunity to go to waste. His sharp mind weighed the possibilities as he surveyed the retreating elven forces. Defeating Agis outright was a challenge even he was not certain he could meet swiftly, but crippling the dark elves' army would deal an equally devastating blow.

Decisively, the Archeon shifted his focus to supporting his men. He surged back into the fray, a streak of light encased in his plasma armor. His presence galvanized the Imperium soldiers as they pressed the attack.

Zeryntha, already critically wounded and falling behind the retreat, became the next target of Tiberius's wrath. With the Archeon leading the assault, the silver-haired dark elf was overwhelmed in moments. Flanked by Kouga's relentless twin blades and the coordinated bombardment of the Grand Scribes, Zeryntha's remaining strength ebbed away. A final defiant scream tore from her lips before she collapsed, her once-commanding form now lifeless on the battlefield.

Draven, however, was not so easily subdued. The hulking warrior-mage, his crimson runes glowing with fury, smashed through the encirclement surrounding him. His fists became battering rams, clearing a path through the Imperium forces as he attempted to escape.

But General Wayne would not allow it. His gauntlets sparked with energy as he unleashed his power. "You're not leaving here alive!" he roared.

A tier 8 spell erupted from the General—a manifestation of multiple massive spirit arms, each one glowing with a spectral light. The arms rained down on Draven, bombarding him with unrelenting force. Each impact shook the ground, leaving craters in their wake.

Draven roared in defiance, his fists clashing with the spectral arms in a desperate attempt to break free. But the onslaught was too much. The dark elf fell to one knee, his massive frame battered and bruised. With one final surge of power, Wayne's Tyrant Fist struck true, sending Draven crashing to the ground. Spectral chains wrapped around the dark elf's limbs, binding him firmly in place.

The battlefield erupted in cheers as the human forces saw the elven mothership begin its retreat, its colossal form slowly disappearing into the sky. Yet, even amidst the celebration, Tiberius's brow furrowed in thought. Something was amiss. The reason for his presence here had not been simply to repel the dark elves. His arrival had been prompted by reports of a mysterious dark elf Grand Magus. But throughout the entire battle, he had found no trace of this individual.