[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-magus-supremacy":3,"chapter-magus-supremacy-magus-supremacy-chapter-243":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Magus Supremacy",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1243725,1673,"Chapter 243: The Wysteria squad!","magus-supremacy-chapter-243",243,"\u003Cp>At the border where the towering mountain ridges of Velzoria met the dense, mist-laced forests of Drakesville Kingdom, a thunderous gallop shattered the tranquil silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A formidable cavalry of over five hundred men charged forward, their horses kicking up clouds of dust as they crossed into Velzorian soil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the head of the battalion, two men rode sleek black stallions, their presence eclipsing even the army that followed behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first was a hulking figure, broad-shouldered with an intimidating aura. A jagged scar ran from the base of his chin to just beneath his right eye, like a permanent reminder of battles won and blood spilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long, grey coat billowed behind him in the wind, clinging to his battle-worn frame like a second skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite his ashen hair fluttering wildly in the breeze, his youthful features betrayed the truth—it wasn't age, but choice. He had dyed it grey, perhaps as a symbol or a warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him rode a man just as striking. His silver hair streamed behind him like a comet's tail, and a twisted, gleeful smile curved his lips—an expression both mocking and unnerving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own grey coat mirrored the other's, fluttering as though eager for the carnage ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Halt!\" a voice bellowed from up ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dozen men emerged, clad in silver-tinged robes bearing the Velzorian emblem—a radiant golden griffin emblazoned upon a crimson background.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The emblem shimmered with brilliance under the morning sun, its eagle wings spread wide, lion's body poised with pride. It was more than a crest; it was a symbol of unyielding valor and sovereign might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast, the cloaks of the invading soldiers bore the emblem of a black dragon, muscles coiled and teeth bared as it spiraled around a burning core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glinting black scales appeared almost alive in the flicker of sunlight, and its ember-like eyes seemed to peer into one's soul. It was the emblem of Drakesville's elite—a symbol of wrath and domination, an omen of destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have no right to be here!\" barked one of the Velzorian guards, stepping forward with resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were no common soldiers. They were royal enforcers, men who reported directly to the Emperor himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scarred man turned slightly, a subtle scowl marking his face. \"Want to do the honors?\" he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gladly,\" the silver-haired man replied with an almost playful sneer, urging his horse forward. Its hooves pounded rhythmically, echoing like war drums as he approached the defenders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We said halt!\" one of the Velzorian soldiers shouted again, but the man did not flinch, his grin never wavering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine then—mages, prepare your spells! Fire at will!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In unison, the twelve raised their hands, conjuring an array of elemental spells—slicing wind blades and jagged earth spikes—aimed squarely at the silver-haired rider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's see you survive this!\" the commander yelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just before impact, a shimmering ripple distorted the air. A wormhole materialized in front of the man, its edges crackling with dark energy, and swallowed the spells whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that all you've got?\" the rider asked, amusement dripping from his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Again! Hit him with everything you've got!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another volley of destructive magic erupted toward him, only to be consumed by yet another yawning wormhole. The smile on his face widened, arrogant and composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tsk. If this is all Velzoria has to offer, then this battle's already over,\" he said with a chuckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the Velzorian leader's expression shifted. His eyes widened in sheer terror, his voice trembled. \"I... I know who you are. You're... Drakesville's Silent Executioner.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sinister grin bloomed across the silver-haired man's face. \"Glad you recognize the man who's about to take your life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with that, an oppressive force crashed down like an avalanche. The sky dimmed, the air thickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An invisible pressure crushed the dozen soldiers, shattering their bones and sending them collapsing like broken dolls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood burst from their mouths, and within moments, their heads exploded in a gruesome, simultaneous finale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scarred man approached slowly on horseback, unshaken. \"These were supposed to be the Emperor's men? Velzoria must've grown weak.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We worried over nothing,\" the Silent Executioner replied with a scoff. \"Let's keep moving.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, the invasion marched forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just thirty minutes, they crushed every obstacle in their path, cutting a bloody trail to the royal capital. Their first destination: Goltas Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The townspeople, unaware, bustled in peace—until the cavalry stormed in like an omen of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panic erupted. Screams pierced the air. Families fled, vendors abandoned their stalls, and children cried for their parents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know what to do,\" the scarred man said, his tone calm yet merciless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The command was received.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five hundred men dismounted in unison, releasing destruction with no restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waves of elemental attacks—razor-sharp wind blades, erupting earth spikes, and raining metallic shards—tore through the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within moments, chaos reigned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames devoured homes. Blood soaked the dirt roads. Lifeless bodies littered the streets, and those who ran were shredded by another barrage of spells. The massacre was swift and unforgiving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now this is fun to watch,\" the Silent Executioner said, eyes gleaming with perverse delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I thought the famed squads would've shown up by now,\" the scarred man said with mild disappointment, watching the bloodshed unfold like a dull performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If they won't come to us,\" the silver-haired man replied, \"we'll bring the fight to them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, a voice echoed from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've certainly made a mess.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned skyward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A colossal wind bird soared above them, its wings spreading with majestic grace. Upon its back stood a man, youthful and sharp-eyed, with a squad of young warriors poised behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He appeared to be in his late twenties, with jet-black spiky hair swaying in the wind. His piercing green eyes shimmered like emerald blades, and a few freckles adorned his heart-shaped face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though lean, his posture exuded authority. Draped in a flowing black robe pinned with a silver crest, he stood like a sentinel of judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad behind him, clad in shorter black robes, watched silently, awaiting orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without warning, the man leapt from the wind bird. As he descended, his robes fluttered and his hair danced in the air. He landed smoothly, unscathed, a stern frown etched across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The famous Ryan Kim,\" the Silent Executioner said, his smile returning. \"Glad you could join us. We were getting bored slaughtering the weak.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Silent Executioner, your crimes are unforgivable,\" Ryan said coldly. \"And as Captain of Wysteria Squad…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earth trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cracks split the soil as jagged, luminous crystals erupted from beneath. These weren't delicate ice-like formations—they were true crystals, dense and deadly, their sharp edges glinting in a glowing violet hue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…I declare death as your punishment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a powerful gust from the wind bird above, Ryan's squad descended, the battlefield bracing for the storm about to be unleashed.\u003C\u002Fp>",1139,"2026-06-05T15:21:23.698Z",1,"novelbin.me","064db715742b7baf31c77784c0201272939b48edb8dcee6ef953250c11f50f5b","magus-supremacy-chapter-244","magus-supremacy-chapter-242",1068,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmagus-supremacy-cover.jpg"]