The atmosphere was heavy with tension, thickened by the relentless waves of undead that had been spilling out from the Venomous Fang's army.

The ground beneath their feet rumbled as if responding to the impending storm, and just as their enemies pushed forward with even greater intensity, a deep tremor shook the forest around them.

Oliver had already anticipated the difficulty they would face. That's why, when they first planned the assault, he had called upon his two magical beasts to be nearby, waiting in the forest. Now, the time had come for them to make their entrance.

From the shadows of the trees, two massive forms emerged, pushing through the thick foliage with an unsettling grace. The first was a winged tiger—a creature of such overwhelming majesty that it seemed to radiate power with each beat of its mighty wings. Kitty golden fur shimmered in the pale light, and her huge, powerful wings, spread wide like the sails of a warship, sent gusts of wind swirling in all directions.

The second was even more formidable. Oinky, a massive wild boar, stomped heavily toward the battlefield. With each step, the earth trembled, his massive hooves cracking the ground beneath. His body was a fortress of muscle, and from the center of his forehead sprouted a single, radiant horn that shone with the light of the sun itself.

The sight of these creatures, these powerful magical beings, left everyone momentarily stunned. Hector, who had been furiously battling the undead, turned his head, his eyes wide with disbelief. He had known Oliver from the very beginning—had even been the one to greet him when he first joined the Magic Academy as a mere apprentice. Now—only two months later—Oliver had summoned these creatures, these forces of nature, to aid them in battle.

Hector’s heart raced as he looked at the winged tiger and the massive boar. How much has he grown? he thought in awe. What kind of magic is this?

Violanda, standing next to Hector, blinked in surprise, her expression shifting from confusion to amazement. “I think I’m starting to like you,” she said, her voice a mix of teasing and admiration. It was rare for Violanda, who had spent most of her life around the most gifted mages, to be so taken aback by someone. But Oliver's rapid growth had astounded her. He’s not even a full-fledged mage yet, she thought, and yet...

In the span of only two months, Oliver had transformed from a clumsy apprentice to a key figure in their struggle against the Venomous Fang. And now, with his magic beasts in play, Oliver was no longer just an apprentice. He was becoming a force to be reckoned with.

Andre, the burly blacksmith laughed heartily. “Ha! The staff I made for you—it might be the best thing I’ve ever done!” He wiped his brow with a large hand, eyes glinting with pride as he watched the beasts charge into battle. “Even if I die here today, your name will be a legend, and my name, Andre the Blacksmith, will be carried far and wide with it!”

The ground shook again, and everyone turned to see the Venomous Fang, the necromancer they had been battling, let out a blood-curdling scream. “You think you can stop me with a couple of pets?” he bellowed, his voice dripping with venom.

“You all die here, and your souls will feed my power!”

With a grim laugh, the Venomous Fang raised his staff. The dark energy around him thickened, swirling in an ominous cloud as a gigantic wraith materialized, its shadowy form looming over the battlefield. The wraith howled as it hovered above them, sending a wave of necrotic energy that threatened to tear apart the living.

But Oliver was not one to back down. The rapid beating of his heart matched the rhythm of the battle. He had known it wouldn’t be easy when they set out to take down the Venomous Fang. The battle against the undead hordes summoned by the Venomous Fang had been grueling.But the real challenge had always been the Venomous Fang himself—the powerful necromancer who commanded an army of undead.

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the Venomous Fang’s most powerful asset was his flying skeletal horse. From above, the Venomous Fang could direct the undead with ease, raining arrows and summoning more skeletons without ever getting close to the battlefield. Their magic had struggled to reach him, and that had been the main reason they had fallen behind in the earlier stages of the battle.

But not anymore.

Kitty and Oinky were not vastly stronger than the others—rather, they acted as pivotal elements in turning the tide of battle.Their arrival did not overwhelm the enemies, but it did change the balance of power.

Oinky’s horn blazed with a stunning light, acting as a barrier against the undead horde. Alongside the red-haired shield knight and the blacksmith Andre, the wild boar pushed forward, his horn cutting through the masses of skeletal warriors. Together, they fought valiantly, Oinky’s radiant power temporarily halting the advance of the undead, giving them a much-needed pause.

Kitty soared through the skies, her wings beating strong as she carried Oliver and Hector toward the Venomous Fang. Together, she and Hector unleashed their fury on the undead swarming around the floating death mage. Kitty’s winds, sharp as daggers, tore through the air, slicing through wraiths and sending skeletal warriors tumbling. Hector’s light magic flared beside her, radiant beams cutting down the undead with precision, pushing them back from the Venomous Fang. The combined assault forced him to divide his attention, struggling to maintain control over the swarm as his summoned creatures faltered under the onslaught from above.

The force of their combined magic created a brief opening, giving Oliver the moment he needed to close in on the Venomous Fang himself.

Oliver’s pulse quickened as he and Hector ascended, the weight of the situation sharpening his senses. The venomous aura of the death mage loomed, suffocating and oppressive, but Oliver’s resolve had hardened.

Skills, Super Adrenaline, be activated!

Oliver's strength instantly surged to three times its original power under this skill! It even surpassed some of the powerful Red-tier knights!

His enchanted steel sword—gleaming with the combined magic of holy light and fire—shone with intense brilliance. With each swing, the sword seemed to hum with power, as though it were alive. The runes carved into the blade glowed brightly, pulsing with energy that surged through his arm.

The Venomous Fang, seeing the two approaching from above, raised his hands to summon more undead. His skeletal steed bucked and hissed, but it was clear the necromancer’s focus was fading. He had already summoned too many spirits, and now, the mages were closing in.

Oliver's sword slashed through the air, cutting the space between them like a meteor. The Venomous Fang, eyes narrowing in a mix of calculation and disdain, didn't see the young mage’s sword as a real threat. To him, Oliver was still an apprentice—a mere magic user with no physical prowess. Surely, the blow would have little effect, even with his enchanted blade. But out of caution, he instinctively raised his hands, weaving a strong defensive spell to shield himself. He had faced more powerful adversaries than this, and his confidence in his own protective magic was unshakable.

However, as the sword descended, something unexpected happened. The sword's magic flared with both holy light and fire, and the sheer force of Oliver's strike—crashed into the Venomous Fang’s defensive barrier with a brutal, shuddering impact.

The Venomous Fang’s eyes widened in surprise, his hands trembling as his defensive shield shattered under the force. His magical protections—crafted from years of dark study and necromantic power—cracked and crumbled like brittle stone. The unexpected strength of Oliver's attack flooded through the barrier, and the necromancer’s confident expression twisted into one of shock.

“No... Impossible!” he thought, His mind raced, but it was already too late.

Oliver’s follow-up strike came in a blur of holy light and searing flame, even more brutal than the first. With a surge of strength, he drove the enchanted steel sword directly into the Venomous Fang’s chest, the blade slicing from the left side of his ribcage and cutting deeply into his flesh.

A sickening crack echoed through the air as the sword’s edge severed the Venomous Fang’s left arm just below the elbow. He let out a horrific scream, a shrill, animalistic wail of pure agony that echoed across the battlefield.

In those final moments, time seemed to slow. The Venomous Fang’s body, once so sure and powerful, now flailed like a ragdoll as he fell from the sky. His mouth opened in a silent scream, but no sound escaped. He hit the ground with a sickening thud, his form crumpling into a heap at the foot of the battlefield.

The undead that had surrounded him faltered, momentarily thrown into disarray as their master’s life force was extinguished.

Hector descended alongside Oliver, his face a mixture of awe and disbelief. “You did it,” he breathed, his voice rough from exertion. “You brought him down. I... I didn’t think it was possible.”