Earth's Greatest Magus

"Arrghhh!! Get the fuck away!!"

BAMMM!!!

Thrax's figure streaked across the area as he charged towards a group of mechanical soldiers, deflecting the blast their rifles shot as he swung the golden spear in his hand, slicing through the metal and brokes the machines apart.

After thrashing the mechanical soldiers confronting him into smithereens, the Thracian gave his spear another spin as he loudly roared.

"Who's next?!!"

Seeing their proud, powerful machine destroyed as if they were nothing but toys, the other dozen human soldiers seemed to have lost all their courage as none of them dared to approach where Thrax was.

However, this did not stop them from firing their [Solar Rifle] from a distance.

Avoiding the rain of blasts fired in his direction, Thrax frowned and let out a shout.

"Cowards!! Come here, all of you! Fight me face to face if you are a man!!"

Unfortunately for the Thracian, the provocation was in vain as the barrage of shots continued.

It was not an easy thing for Thrax to deflect and dodge the bombardment of energy blasts thrown towards him.

The statement was evidenced by the sight of several black patches on the Thracian's body. Even though he had managed not to take a direct hit from the blasts, the scorching heat they emanated as they flew past still burned his skin and melted a bit of his flesh.

Fortunately, with Thrax's [9 Sun Divine Technique], it took him just a few seconds of regulating his breathing technique for the technique to kick in, causing the wounds to start healing and his stamina to be replenished.

Repelling another wave of energy blasts, Thrax looked towards the other figure nearby and said,

"How much longer, old man?!!"

"J-just give me one more minute!"

The person Thrax had just shouted at was none other than Shane Quartermain. The former marshal was here because of his experience of being stationed at the Nexus Space Station in charge of its security.

Upon learning of the fact that Nexus faction itself was responsible for the breeding of orcs and subsequently the orc raids on the native settlements, the old man agreed to help the envoys escape from the space station.

"It's open!"

A moment later, the sound of a metal door opening sounded in the air, attracting Thrax's attention. Turning his head to the source, he saw a group of a dozen soldiers, half of them were saint-level fighters and all ready to fight.

Pointing the tip of the spear at the new arrivals, Thrax loudly declared. "Drop your weapon or taste my steel!!"

It seemed that these soldiers didn't know the fate of those on the receiving end of the Thracian's spear as they brandished their weapons without saying anything, clearly intending on fighting.

Something which Thrax was more than happy to receive.

Before the soldiers moved to engage him, stomping the ground, Thrax's figure shot towards this group of soldiers.

[Vicious Barrage]

The simple battle art technique which Thrax had perfected through the flames of numerous battles was unleashed upon these soldiers. He launched dozens of strikes in no time, sending out a barrage of blows that left no space untouched.

Within seconds, the proud [Solar Armor] these soldiers were wearing were crushed apart, to which Thrax swiftly followed with a spear throw to the one shooting at him from behind the line.

Arrghh!!!

Screams of pain sounded in the air as the spear pierced through the soldier's body.

Thrax received a few shots to the body during the clash earlier, but those were far from enough to stop him as he quickly dashed and used his bare hands to strike the remaining soldiers to the ground.

Shane was inwardly impressed by how fierce Thrax was fighting, but then seeing the death of his own people, though he knew it was necessary, he couldn't help but feel sad. This feeling of his seemed to show on his face as the Thracian quickly realized it.

Standing amidst the bodies, Thrax spoke to the former marshal.

"This is the risk of being a soldier; you definitely understand this."

"Of course," Shane nodded his head. "Unfortunately, I understand about it too well…"

Not thinking much of his last words, Thrax just nodded at the former marshal before saying, "Now hurry up, more are coming!"

After recovering the spear he had thrown earlier, Thrax once again stood in front of the door guarding the room. Meanwhile, Shane was busy fiddling with the equipment within the room with many glass windows which showed a hangar that was filled with ships.

"Please hold on! I need a few more minutes!" the former marshal said, who quickly received a reply from the Thracian.

"We don't have a few minutes!"

As he said those words, Thrax watched as dozens of mechanical soldiers filled the tunnel he was in, closing in on him. It didn't take long for another round of commotion to ensue within the enclosed space.

Shots were quickly fired from the mechanical soldiers, forcing Thrax to duck and stay on the ground unless he wanted to experience being bombarded. A second later, the metal door in front of him closed and the voice of the former marshal sounded.

"That door should be able to hold on for a few minutes! You should just go ahead! Leave this place to me!"

Hearing such words, Thrax decisively took action and broke through the window. The moment he touched the ground, he ran across the hangar, where he quickly rushed towards where the Interceptor ship was docked.

Arriving at the place, he brought out the storage ring Julian had given him and took out a device that the Roman told him could operate the ship. With that, the spaceship door opened and he quickly entered.

When he reached the pilot's seat, Thrax was completely confused by the myriad of buttons at the control panel. Moreover, at this point he could see that dozens of saints and mechanical soldiers were already filling the hangar.

"Argh, what should I do!?"

Thrax turned his gaze to the cockpit once more and quickly compared the buttons to the note given by Julian. Unfortunately, this spaceship proved too sophisticated for him.

"Fuck!! I don't understand any of this! That Roman is really trying to kill me!!"

Nonetheless, knowing that it wasn't about him alone, Thrax held in his annoyance and quickly tried again, searching for the answers the Romans gave in the notes.

"Engine… Activate..!"

Having found the answer, Thrax heard the sound of the engine as the ship started up. This gave the gladiator a special feeling of achievement. As if celebrating his achievement, a moment later, the hatch of the dock where the spaceship was opened, meaning that Shane had successfully done his job.

"Alright!" Thrax cheered, pumped up by the success. "..What's next?"

"FUCK!! Old man! Hurry and come here!"

At this moment, the soldiers started shooting at the ship, and if that wasn't bad enough, Thrax could sense that two magus-level individuals were heading his way.

"Auto… autopilot! Yes, this one!! …Fuck, why it's flying now?! WAIT! DAMMIT!!"

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At the same time in the main hall, Julian saw how the Principal became panicked when he found out the hangar was opened. Turning his head, the middle-aged man glared at him and said hatefully.

"You are here to distract us while sending your friend to escape! Hah! You think you're smart, don't you?!"

A moment later, everyone in the hall saw how the ship moved and finally flew out of the dock.

"Don't think I'll let him get away so easily!"

As soon as the spaceship managed to exit the station, its speed began to increase as its thrusters were fired in full power. However, just as it was about to speed away, dozens of weapons mounted on the space station turned their muzzles at it.

These weapons were not as powerful as the Star Blaster, but they were enough to blow up a spaceship of the Interceptor's caliber.

BOOMM! BOOMM! BOOMM!!

A huge spark appeared in space as the ship was destroyed into pieces. A spectacle that was clearly displayed on the screen in the main hall. A burst of loud laughter echoed in the area moments after.

"Hahaha, there you go, one problem solved! Your friend is dead!!"

However, contrary to expectations, Julian still remained calm. He couldn't believe that his annoying rival would end that way.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at the Principal and said, "You just made a huge mistake. Now that the alliance knows that the ship was destroyed, the automatic emergency signal will be sent to the alliance and another group will be dispatched to check this place in a few days."

Thinking what he said made sense, the Principal glared at the Roman. "Urgh!! YOU!"

Staring at him with a venomous gaze. Pointing his finger, the Principal said, "You have messed up everything! For that, I sentence you to death! Garnet Kill him!"