I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

Behind the Necrowarrior, the Dead Moon Harbinger, mistaking John's stillness for fear, smirked scornfully, "I gave you a choice earlier, a pity you didn't value it. Now, regret is useless."

As the Harbinger's voice faded, the crimson glow in the Necrowarrior's eyes intensified.

It transformed into a shadowy figure, like a fierce tiger, charging towards John.

Unperturbed, John's staff lit up with a prismatic glow, summoning another magic circle in front of him.

"Elemental Summoning!"

This time, the circle radiated a green light, indicating a different entity from the Rock Guardian was being summoned.

Meanwhile, the Necrowarrior had already reached John, its double-handed grip on the long-hafted greatsword swinging violently towards John's head.

The sword whistled terrifyingly through the air, but John, with a simple side step, dodged effortlessly.

"Boom!"

The greatsword struck the ground, its tremendous force creating a crater several meters in diameter.

A blood mist emanated from John, not giving the Necrowarrior a chance to counterattack.

His gaze sharp, he suddenly kicked out with the force of a whip, striking the Necrowarrior hard.

"Bang!"

A muffled impact echoed as the massive form of the Necrowarrior was sent flying several meters before crashing to the ground.

"-21685!"

A damage number rose.

The Dead Moon Harbinger's three eyes widened in disbelief, hardly able to comprehend what it had just witnessed.

"Damn, is this guy really a magus? How can he possess such immense strength?" it thought, shocked by John's display of power.

The Necrowarrior, rising from the ground, seethed with even more brutal fury, seemingly incensed by being kicked away by John.

However, before it could launch another attack, a vine, serpent-like and green, burst from the earth, swiftly entwining the Necrowarrior's form.

Behind the Necrowarrior materialized a creature with a body reminiscent of a great tree, yet endowed with limbs and facial features.

"Tree Nymph!"

This was the being John had summoned using Elemental Summoning, and like the Rock Guardian, it was of elite-tier status.

"Roar!"

Ensnared by the Tree Nymph's vines, the Necrowarrior let out a furious roar.

Despite its struggles, it couldn't break free from the Tree Nymph's grasp.

The Tree Nymph glowed with a verdant light, its thick vines tightening rapidly, causing the sounds of bones cracking to fill the air.

In moments, the Necrowarrior's body began to deform under the pressure, the terrifying force even causing cracks to appear on its armor.

John wasn't about to miss such an opportunity.

His hands shimmered with red and purple lights, as a long spear enveloped in blazing white flames quickly formed in midair.

"Blazing Light Spear!"

With a thought, the Blazing Light Spear transformed into a streak of light, shooting towards the immobilized Necrowarrior.

By the time the Dead Moon Harbinger realized what was happening and attempted to intervene, the Blazing Light Spear had already struck the Necrowarrior.

"Boom!"

The fiery spear exploded upon impact, enveloping the Necrowarrior in searing flames.

The surging waves of fire ignited the surrounding trees, even severing the Tree Nymph's roots.

"-204001!"

A massive damage number rose above the Necrowarrior's head.

A gruesome, terrible wound appeared on its chest, its armor pierced through by the Blazing Light Spear.

As an undead creature, the Necrowarrior felt no pain, and despite such a grievous injury, it did not perish.

However, it was left with a sliver of health, its armor torn and battered, devoid of any fighting capability.

John swung his staff, and an ice spear cleanly penetrated the Necrowarrior's skull.

"-182515!"

Watching the Necrowarrior slowly fall, the Dead Moon Harbinger's expression turned exceedingly grim.

It had never anticipated that the creature it summoned would be so easily dispatched by the opponent.

Deep within the Harbinger's eyes, there was also a hint of apprehension.

John's strength somewhat exceeded its expectations.

The Harbinger had not witnessed John's previous battles, only aware that an outsider had entered the Slaughter Forest.

It had assumed this invader was just an ordinary awakener.

However, John's display of power now posed a palpable threat to it.

The Dead Moon Harbinger's gaze flickered as it quietly retreated.

It was the dominion and tyrant here, not needing to risk its life against an enigmatic stranger.

The Slaughter Forest was teeming with monsters that could be sent to their demise, sufficient to exhaust this intruder.

Seeing the once imperious Dead Moon Harbinger appearing to contemplate flight, John snorted coldly, "Thinking of running? Did you ask for my permission?"

With a thought, the Tree Nymph's roots transformed into enormous pythons, surging towards the Dead Moon Harbinger, intending to bind it as firmly as they had the Necrowarrior.

The complexion of the Dead Moon Harbinger drastically changed.

Although it too was a magus, the Harbinger did not possess physical prowess as formidable as John's.

Despite its best efforts to evade, it was ensnared by the Tree Nymph's vines before it could unleash its skills.

Meanwhile, John's staff emitted a cyan light, and suddenly, the area was engulfed in a fierce gale.

A massive tornado rapidly formed, completely enveloping the Dead Moon Harbinger.

"Storm Blade!"

Before the Harbinger could free itself from its bonds, it was swept up into the eye of the storm.

Countless wind blades flew towards it, inflicting a series of horrifying wounds and consecutive damage.

"-15109!"

"-14956!"

"-15018!"

...

As John observed the Dead Moon Harbinger caught in the sky, he frowned, sensing that something was amiss.

Before he could ponder further, the Red Moon in the sky suddenly burst into a blinding blood-red radiance.

"Boom!"

The Storm Blade exploded, the violent hurricane spreading out, carving terrifying fissures into the ground.

When the tempest abated, the figure of the Dead Moon Harbinger had vanished.

In its place stood a creature covered in silver fur, with the head of a wolf and the body of a human.

The aura of the Dead Moon Harbinger surged, and even its previously lost HP began to rapidly regenerate.

"Dead Moon Corruption!"

"Lunar Restoration!"

...

John raised an eyebrow, surprised that the Dead Moon Harbinger also possessed a transformation skill.

He glanced at the current panel information for the Dead Moon Harbinger, noting that all its attributes had received significant boosts, and its HP had also increased, reaching over three hundred thousand.

Under the moonlight, the Dead Moon Harbinger's fur shimmered with a silvery gloss, its sharp claws as lethal as metallic blades.

Its three pitch-black eyes fixed on John with unbridled ferocity.

The Harbinger snarled, "I had thought to spare you, but you, failing to recognize good fortune, seek your own demise!"

It had not anticipated being forced to reveal its true form by a human, inciting its fury.

The noble creature was pushed to disclose its trump card by a mere ant, a humiliation beyond measure.

John scoffed, "You don't actually believe that transforming will save you from death, do you?"

"You're welcome to try," the Dead Moon Harbinger retorted with a cold laugh.

Transformed, its strength significantly augmented, it deemed the human before it no match.

Once within reach, it was confident it could easily rend the human's body and extract his heart.

It envisioned consuming the human's heart in the midst of his agony, fear, and despair.

The Harbinger almost visualized this scene, its lips curling unconsciously.

However, before it could act, it paused abruptly, noticing a sudden surge of deep blue flames enveloping John.

The mage's power, previously stable, became wildly tumultuous.

In the blink of an eye, John's aura dramatically intensified.

"Mana Burn!"

"Mana Rampage!"

The deep blue magical energy in John's eyes roared like a turbulent sea.

Meanwhile, his staff began to crackle with leaping silver-white arcs of electricity, unbeknownst to when they had appeared.

The Harbinger, watching this transformation, sensed a significant threat.

John's preparation to unleash his full power marked a pivotal moment in the confrontation.

The air charged with anticipation, as the battle between these two formidable entities reached its climax, each determined to emerge as the victor of this deadly dance under the red moon's ominous glow.

"Boom!"

The sky suddenly filled with the sound of thunder.

White lightning, brimming with a sense of destruction, gathered on John's staff, quickly coalescing into a sphere of electric light.

John raised his staff towards the Dead Moon Harbinger, the terrifying lightning atop it seeming ready to burst forth at any moment.

He said indifferently, "Didn't you say you wanted to try? Make sure not to dodge it."

At this moment, the expression on the Dead Moon Harbinger's face was frozen in shock, its eyes filled with disbelief.

How could this be possible? How could this human's power be so immense?

In this secret realm, it was supposed to be the invincible one!

John paid no heed to whatever the Dead Moon Harbinger might be thinking.

With a gentle tap of his staff, time seemed to halt for an instant.

The next moment, the night was shattered by lightning.

"Boom!!!"

A column of lightning bright enough to turn night into day surged from John's staff.

That fearsome lightning destroyed everything in its path, unstoppable as it charged towards the Dead Moon Harbinger!

"Roar of Thunder!"