Earth's Greatest Magus - Chapter 2438 Intruder
Chapter 2438 Intruder
The Moonbase command center erupted into chaos as the alert rang out. Officers scrambled between consoles, shouting over each other in an attempt to process the incoming threat. Reports flickered across the central display, painting a grim picture of their predicament.
It wasn’t just any enemy fleet approaching—it was an elven mothership, The Eclipser. Towering over most known space vessels, this ship was rarely deployed except to guard critical areas within the sector. Its sudden appearance above the Valeryn planet was both unprecedented and deeply unsettling.
“Sir, The Eclipser is on course to us. Estimated time of arrival: 15 minutes,” an officer reported, her voice tight with urgency.
Commander McCabe, the Grand Magus in charge of the outpost, clenched his fists in frustration. “Those damn elves! Are they really going to stoop so low as to target defenseless civilians?” His voice dripped with anger, though his weathered face betrayed the weight of responsibility pressing down on him.
He forced himself to focus. “Any response from Nixar Space Station?”
“Yes, sir. They’ve confirmed reinforcements, but they’re an hour away.”
“An hour?” McCabe muttered, his mind racing. Holding out against an elven mothership for an hour was a daunting task. They had formidable defenses, yes, but nowhere near enough to withstand such an assault. Worst of all, the Moonbase was packed with over 100,000 Valeryn civilians awaiting evacuation. If the barrier failed, the vacuum of space would claim them all.
McCabe straightened, his voice carrying the authority of a seasoned commander. “Order all transport ships to leave the moon immediately. Evacuation from the surface is to be put on hold. Get everyone still outside inside the base now. It’s safer down there than out here.”
As the outpost personnel scrambled to relay his commands, McCabe watched The Eclipser continue its relentless approach. It was an ominous shadow on the horizon, blotting out the faint light of distant stars.
“Send the Resolute and the fighter fleet to intercept the mothership. We need to buy as much time as possible,” he ordered.
The destroyer Resolute roared to life. Its engines flared as it ascended, joined by a dozen smaller fighter ships. Within moments, the vessels disappeared into the void, heading straight for the elven monstrosity.
From the moon’s surface, the ensuing space battle was a terrifying spectacle. The fighters darted like fireflies around The Eclipser, their glowing exhaust trails weaving intricate patterns. Explosions lit up the night sky as turrets and cannons exchanged deadly volleys.
The Resolute maneuvered skillfully, dodging the mothership’s massive energy blasts. Its agility allowed it to get in close and deliver blows to the mothership’s hull. However, the elven fighters—sleek, triangular vessels—launched in swarms, overwhelming the Magus Alliance’s fleet.
The Alliance fighter ships were obliterated within minutes, their debris scattering like glittering confetti. The Resolute attempted to retreat, its engines blazing at full power, but The Eclipser’s main cannon tracked it with unerring precision. A searing beam of light erupted, piercing the destroyer’s rear hull. The ship shuddered violently before detonating in a brilliant explosion that lit up the entire battlefield.
In the command center, McCabe stared at the display in stunned silence. His chest tightened as the final moments of the fleet replayed in his mind.
“Sir, what are your orders?” an officer pressed, her voice trembling.
McCabe swallowed his despair. “Divert all power to the base’s shield. Prepare the turrets for incoming attack.”
The personnel scrambled to comply. Moments later, the first salvo from The Eclipser struck the Moonbase’s barrier. The impact rippled across the shield, causing the ground to tremble. Civilians outside the base screamed in panic, pushing and shoving as they tried to enter the base and reach safety.
McCabe’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the console before him. He knew the barrier wouldn’t last. Each successive strike chipped away at their defenses, and the turrets were doing little to deter the mothership.
“Shield strength at critical levels!”
McCabe was about to issue a desperate command when the barrage abruptly ceased. Confusion spread through the command center.
“What’s happening?” McCabe demanded.
“Sir, we’re detecting an unidentified interference coming from the elven ships,” an officer reported.
Before McCabe could respond, the air within the command center grew heavy. A spatial anomaly rippled across the room, and a glowing portal materialized at its center.
“Intruders!” Dark figures clad in flowing cloaks stepped through the portal; they were elven magus, their features sharp and cold as they surveyed the room.
The ten Magus guards stationed in the command center sprang into action, unleashing spells and drawing weapons aimed at the dark-cloaked figures. But the elves were prepared, their movements impossibly fast, blurring through the room.
“Spatial magic!” Commander McCabe barked.
One elf vanished in a blink, only to reappear behind a Magus guard. A silver blade flashed under the dim light before sinking effortlessly through armor, a fatal blow delivered with surgical precision.
Another guard hastily raised a protective barrier, his magic glowing faintly. But an elf materialized mere inches from him, unleashing a pulse of spatial energy that shattered the defense like brittle glass. The follow-up strike was swift and fatal, dropping the guard to the floor.
Within moments, the room descended into chaos. The Magus guards, though skilled, were outmatched. Commander McCabe’s eyes locked onto the central figure among the attackers—an older dark elf whose aura radiated power and malice. His every movement exuded calm authority, and his presence seemed to warp the space around him. McCabe’s heart sank. This was no ordinary foe; this was a grand magus, perhaps one wielding the power of two, or even three cosmos.
“You damn elves!” McCabe roared, his domain flaring to life. But before he could launch an attack, the air around him shimmered. A spatial cage formed, trapping him within its confines. McCabe struggled against the invisible walls, but they held firm.
Looking back at the grand magus figure “Who are you? What do you want?!” McCabe demanded, his voice a mix of fury and desperation.
The elf raised a hand, and with a mere gesture, McCabe felt an invisible force press him to his knees. He gasped for breath, his domain flickering and fading under the overwhelming pressure.
“I am looking for a certain Magus,” the dark elf said. “I wonder… has he passed through this place?”
