Earth's Greatest Magus

Chapter 2896: Expansion

Emery stood at the edge of the newly cleared training grounds, his arms folded as he watched the clash unfold before him.

Two figures moved across the battlefield like forces of nature colliding.

On one side stood Soltz, the elderly grand magus whose frail appearance belied the immense power hidden within his body. Opposing him was Typhon, the Qilin.hybrid whose presence radiated raw, unrestrained dominance.

The moment their attacks met, space itself trembled.

Shockwaves rippled outward with each collision, distorting the air and cracking the ground beneath their feet. Even from a distance, the pressure was immense, forcing several nearby observers to retreat further back.

The fight had begun almost inevitably.

Typhon, true to his nature, had challenged every one of Emery’s protectors the moment he arrived. Brollak, the muscular raider grand magus, had been defeated in a matter of exchanges. Feyanor, the deer-blooded half-fey, managed to endure for a time but ultimately yielded under the relentless assault.

Only Soltz remained.

And unlike the others, he did not fall easily.

A deep rumble echoed as Typhon’s clawed strike crashed against Soltz’s defenses. Layers of condensed earth energy surged around the old man, forming an almost impenetrable barrier that absorbed the impact.

Yet even so, his body trembled under the force.

"Hmph... you’re surprisingly durable," Typhon said with a grin, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "For a human."

Soltz wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression calm despite the pressure.

"And you run quite fast," he replied dryly, "for a lizard."

Typhon’s grin twitched.

"I am not a lizard," he snapped, his aura flaring violently. "I am a Qilin dragon!"

Soltz raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed.

"I fail to see the difference."

The next clash erupted with even greater force.

Typhon surged forward, his body wreathed in blazing energy as his strikes became heavier, faster, more ferocious. Soltz responded in kind, his movements grounded yet precise, each defensive technique layered with profound control over earth laws.

Their battle escalated.

Each collision sent tremors through the land, carving shallow craters into the terrain and forcing the surrounding air to ripple like water under pressure.

Emery exhaled quietly.

At the very least, the area was still largely undeveloped. Had this fight taken place within the town itself, the damage would have been catastrophic.

Even so, what truly caught his attention was not the destruction—

But Soltz.

The old man’s strength had clearly improved.

Not only had he reached the second layer of the three-cosmos realm, but the instability that once plagued his energy had significantly diminished. His control was smoother now, his foundation far more stable than before.

A faint smile appeared on Klea’s face as she stood beside Emery.

"That would be Kayelin’s work," she said.

Emery glanced toward the nearby pavilion.

There, seated calmly amidst the chaos, was Kayelin, the fey priestess. Her golden hair shimmered softly under the light, her serene expression unchanged despite the violent battle unfolding nearby.

"We were fortunate, with more acess ro materials, we get to create more recipes" she said gently. "His condition responded well to the current treatment. However, a complete recovery could not be forced, it will take time... two or three decades, at least."

Emery nodded slowly.

Even so, this level of improvement was already remarkable.

It also made him wonder—

Just how powerful Soltz would be once fully restored.

His thoughts drifted briefly, and he found himself asking about another individual’s condition. Kayelin’s response, however, caused his expression to dim slightly, and he let out a quiet sigh.

Before he could dwell on it further—

A loud impact echoed across the field.

Soltz staggered backward as Typhon’s strike finally broke through his defenses, sending him crashing into the ground.

Dust rose into the air.

After a moment, Soltz raised his hand.

"I yield," he said, his voice steady despite his battered state. "I will defeat you next time."

Typhon let out a chuckle "Old age human like you?... how much time you have left? dont take too long!"

Despite their words, there was no hostility in the air—only a strange sense of mutual respect forged through combat.

Emery found himself faintly amused.

Typhon, however, was not yet satisfied.

His gaze shifted toward Kayelin.

"How about you?" he asked, a hint of challenge in his tone.

The priestess shook her head gently.

"I will pass."

There was, in truth, another person Typhon wished to challenge—but Morgana had already secluded herself within the newly build chamber, refining her newly acquired artifact. She might remain inside for months... perhaps even years.

With no further opponents available, the group eventually gathered to discuss more pressing matters.

Nyx stepped forward first delivered her many intel report.

"The Moonlight Syndicate remains our primary obstacle," she said. "However, our Red Lotus Hall has successfully identified half of their core members."

A faint murmur spread through the group.

For an organization as elusive as the Moonlight Syndicate, even a fraction of their internal structure being exposed was no small achievement. Their strength did not lie purely in power, but in secrecy—and that secrecy was now beginning to fracture.

"That information will be critical," Klea added "It gives us the ability to anticipate their movements and disrupt their operations."

The discussion shifted naturally toward their current priorities.

Klea began outlining the situation within Neo Terra.

The population was growing steadily, with more settlers arriving each day. Infrastructure was being established, trade routes were under negotiation—largely thanks to Tessa—and the foundation of their territory was beginning to take shape.

But there was still a major issue.

"What we need immediately," Klea said, "is to explore the wilderness."

The scale of the land made it a daunting task. Even with thousands of Terra warriors and assistance from the Immortal Gladiator School, the progress was slow.

"Should we deploy more warriors?" someone suggested. "Or recruit local forces?"

Emery shook his head.

"Our numbers on Terra are limited," he said. "And bringing too many outsiders too quickly will create instability."

He paused for a moment.

Then, a faint smile appeared.

"There’s a better solution."

Stepping forward into the courtyard, Emery raised his hand and tore open a controlled spatial rift. The air distorted, revealing a connection to his personal domain.

From within, figures began to emerge.

Hundreds... then thousands.

Dark orcs marched out in organized formation, their presence heavy and imposing. Behind them came dozens of Chizpur, their stones frames contrasted by sharp, intelligent eyes.

"These will be your reinforcements," Emery said.

The crowd fell silent.

He had long considered granting them more freedom beyond his domain, and this was the perfect opportunity. The vast wilderness of Dawnstar would not only benefit from their strength—it would also serve as a valuable training ground for them.

The Chizpur brothers quickly took command of one group, while Durak stepped forward to lead another, his towering figure radiating authority.

With that, the immediate concern was resolved.

Emery turned back toward Kayelin, his thoughts returning to the earlier topic.

Before he could speak, Klea stepped forward.

"I’ll take you to see her," she said softly.

Emery met her gaze and nodded.

Without another word, the two headed toward Dawnstar Capital.

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