Earth's Greatest Magus

Chapter 2908: Hunt

Three years later.

[Planet – 59032]

[Class M Planet – Savage Level 6]

This was one of the many unexplored savage planets scattered within Sector 13 of the Alpha Region. While it ranked below the Desolate Alpha Planet—which was claimed and regulated by the Magus Alliance as a hunting ground—it was by no means less dangerous. The beasts here were fewer in number, but just as unpredictable, and the environment itself posed an ever-present threat.

The large part of the planet was shrouded in layers of toxic clouds.

Poisonous mists drifted endlessly across its surface, seeping into valleys, clinging to forests, and pooling in lowlands like stagnant death. Even seasoned magus avoided prolonged exposure, as the toxins could slowly erode both body and spirit.

Because of that—

Few chose to come here.

At that moment, a streak of green light cut across the sky, moving at tremendous speed as it wove through the dense layers of poisonous fog. The figure within adjusted its trajectory effortlessly, avoiding pockets of concentrated toxins before sharply descending toward a secluded valley hidden between jagged mountain ridges.

With a flash, the streak vanished.

A figure appeared atop a massive gray boulder—

A man in dark green robes.

Emery.

He stood silently for a moment, his senses expanding outward. The strange spatial distortions of the planet interfered with most forms of perception, blurring and scattering spiritual awareness. However, Emery’s divine sense pierced through the interference, slowly scanning the surroundings with precision.

Then—

He found it.

His gaze settled on what appeared to be an ordinary, withered tree standing near a murky swamp.

Silent.

"Hehe... your concealment method is amazing, but... unfortunately, it can’t hide from me."

With a flick of his sleeve, three thin jade swords shot forward like streaks of light, cutting through the air with sharp precision. They struck not the tree itself, but the shadow behind it—

A dull impact followed.

Then—

A deep, guttural croak echoed across the valley.

The air rippled.

Space distorted.

And from what had once been empty space, a massive figure emerged.

A colossal frog-like beast, easily over thirty meters in size, revealed itself as its concealment shattered. Its skin was a sickly blend of dark green and black, glistening with thick layers of toxic slime that dripped continuously onto the ground below, corroding everything it touched. Its bulging eyes glowed faintly with a venomous yellow hue, enraged as Emery’s attack seemed to have awakened it.

The surrounding swamp seemed to react to its presence, bubbles rising and bursting as toxic vapors intensified.

VIA’s voice sounded in his mind.

[Bog Tyrant Toad]

[Godly Beast – Level 6]

A creature comparable in power to a Second Cosmos Grand Magus.

The strongest type of beast one could encounter on this planet.

Yet—

Emery smiled.

After hours of searching, he had finally found it.

The beast croaked again, this time with fury, its massive body expanding as it unleashed its attack. A thick cloud of green mist burst outward, spreading rapidly across the battlefield.

[Corrosive Venom Domain]

The mist hissed as it spread, devouring the air itself, turning the surroundings into a deadly zone.

Moments later, the beast opened its maw and unleashed a stream of concentrated toxin.

[Venom Burst]

A pressurized wave of liquid poison shot forward, tearing through the ground as it advanced toward Emery.

As expected, even with Emery’s high resistance to poison, the thick miasma released by the Bog Tyrant Toad began to seep into his body, creeping through his veins like a slow corrosion that disrupted the flow of his spirit energy and stirred faint instability within his meridians. It was not enough to truly harm him, but it was sufficient to interfere with his control, forcing him to act.

Emery exhaled lightly and spoke a single word.

"Chututlu."

Swiftly subtle surge of Khaos energy spread outward from his body, rippling through the air like an unseen tide. The poisonous mist surrounding him began to react immediately, twisting and folding inward as though drawn by an invisible force.

Then it collapsed.

Layer by layer, the toxic fog was devoured, absorbed into the chaotic energy that surrounded Emery, leaving the air rapidly clearing around him.

< That is a tasty one >

Chututlu’s voice echoed faintly within his mind, filled with unmistakable satisfaction as it consumed the poison without restraint.

With the miasma gone, The Bog Tyrant Toad swiftly released a piercing, guttural shriek, a sound so deep and resonant that it seemed to vibrate through the very ground beneath them.

The swamp responded.

The murky waters quivered, then surged, as if the entire ecosystem had been stirred awake by that single call. Waves of ripples spread outward in all directions, disturbing the thick layers of sludge and toxic pools that had long remained still.

This was not merely a cry of anger.

It was a command.

As the apex predator of this domain, the Bog Tyrant Toad ruled the swamp not just through strength, but through dominance. Its presence alone was enough to suppress lesser creatures, and with that call, it summoned them—not as allies, but as subjects answering their king.

From the depths, shapes began to rise.

One after another.

Dozens—

Then hundreds.

Frogs with bloated, venom-filled bodies leapt from the sludge, their skins glistening with toxic secretion. Scaled lizards with jagged spines crawled over one another, hissing as their forked tongues flickered through the air. Serpents coiled and uncoiled through the mud, their movements silent yet deadly, while other grotesque unrecognizable swamp-born creatures emerged.

Each carried the aura of a desolate-level beast.

Alone, they were insignificant.

But together—

They formed a living tide.

A swarm drawn by instinct, compelled by the will of their sovereign, converging toward Emery with unrelenting hostility.

Emery observed them calmly, his expression showing neither concern nor urgency, only a faint trace of disappointment.

"Hmphh... Do you really have to call all your family here...?"

He shook his head slightly.

"You really shouldn’t."

With a single motion of his sleeve, multiple thin jade swords appeared, their edges gleaming faintly as they began to circle around him in smooth, controlled arcs. More blades joined them until all sixty-four swords formed a complete formation, revolving around his body like leaves caught in an unseen current.

This was his newly mastered

[Eightfold Willow Swords].

At his command, the formation came alive.

The blades did not rush forward violently, nor did they clash with brute force. Instead, they flowed outward in elegant patterns, spreading across the battlefield like drifting willow leaves carried by a forest wind. Yet beneath that grace lay absolute precision, as each sword moved in perfect coordination with the others.

When the swarm charged, the formation responded instantly.

Some of the swords expanded outward, forming layered defensive screens that intercepted incoming attacks—streams of venom, bursts of corrosive energy, and lunging strikes were all cut apart or deflected before they could reach him. At the same time, the remaining swords surged forward, weaving through the swarm with fluid, continuous motion.

They did not simply strike.

They passed through.

And everything they touched was cut apart.

Beasts that rushed forward were torn to pieces in an instant, while others were caught mid-attack, their movements interrupted and ended before completion. The battlefield quickly turned into a chaotic storm of motion, yet at its center, Emery remained completely still.

The sixty-four blades separated into eight distinct groups, each consisting of eight swords. Four groups formed rotating defensive layers around him, maintaining a constant barrier against all incoming threats, while the other four transformed into flowing offensive currents that swept outward like a living forest breeze.

They moved with rhythm.

With intent.

Like branches swaying, yet cutting with lethal precision.

Dozens of creatures fell within moments, their numbers thinning rapidly under the relentless assault.

Yet despite the overwhelming destruction—

The Bog Tyrant Toad remained.

The massive beast let out a furious croak, its bloated throat swelling as it lunged forward with terrifying force, its enormous body crashing toward Emery like a collapsing mountain.

Emery’s figure blurred as spatial energy twisted around him, allowing him to evade the impact effortlessly and reappear at a distance, untouched.

His gaze remained fixed on the beast.

The swords shifted.

Refocused.

They struck the godly creature directly, blades carving across its massive form in rapid succession. However, despite their precision, the results were limited. The creature’s thick, slime-coated hide absorbed much of the impact, preventing the swords from penetrating deeply enough to deal decisive damage.

Emery did not rush.

Instead, he observed.

Measured.

Then gradually increased the pressure.

The sword formations accelerated, their movements becoming sharper and more concentrated as waves of attacks overlapped, striking the same areas repeatedly. Over time, the persistent assault began to wear down the beast’s defenses, opening deeper wounds as the blades carved through flesh and tore into its massive body.

The Bog Tyrant Toad roared in pain, its movements becoming more erratic as it lashed out in desperation.

Seeing the moment he needed, Emery raised his hand slightly.

The sixty-four swords shot upward in unison, gathering high above the battlefield as they began to spin, forming a massive rotating formation that churned the air itself.

Then—

He brought his hand down.

[Willow Rain Form]

The swords descended in a single, overwhelming wave.

Like a storm breaking.

Dozens of blades rained down with immense force, piercing through the godly beast from above, their momentum driving deep into its body and overwhelming its remaining defenses in an instant.

The massive creature convulsed, its roar cutting short as its strength failed.

Then—

It collapsed.

The swamp fell silent.

The remaining creatures hesitated only briefly before retreating, disappearing back into the depths from which they had come, leaving the battlefield empty once more.

And at its center—

Emery stood alone.