Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4202

Chapter 4202: Doomed Bloodline (Part 1)

"No, I meant, why did you bring me along instead of Kigan?" Theseus asked. "You are the tracker in the Organization. Anyone with a Skull of Bytra can do what I do."

"Because you, or rather, your original, are from Verendi." The Shadow Dragon snorted. "You’ve roamed these lands for millennia. You successfully evaded capture at the hands of your siblings and mother for only you know how long.

"If there’s someone who can guide me to whatever gods-forsaken hole the fungus folk has chosen as their hiding place, that’s you."

"Point taken." Theseus sighed. "Yet I’m afraid of what might happen if someone recognizes me. You said it yourself, my entire bloodline is out to get me. Even though I’m not the original Paquut, they will charge me with his crimes."

"After what we did the last time that the Organization came in force to Verendi, after we kicked Ileza’s ass, your siblings are the ones who should be afraid of you. If they knew how strong we have become, they should be terrified of us." She said with a tone that brooked no argument.

"Are we going to hurt the fungus folk once we capture them?" Theseus knew that the Shadow Dragon was right and preferred to change the topic.

"That depends." Xenagrosh replied.

"On what?"

"On what kind of experiments the Master will need to perform and how much the fungus folk will resist capture." She said with a cold voice.

***

Verendi continent, Zamana region, city of Phiresia, Roaring Lion tavern, at the same time.

"Who would have ever thought that one day your old contacts from your mercenary days would pay off?" Erion the Upyr-Jormungandr took a big gulp of his cold beer.

"The morons tried to recruit you to capture the fungus folk, and the only thing they got for it is another competitor.

"The Dead King is lucky to have you. Despite this continent’s constant wars and petty squabbles, the information blackout enforced by Verendi’s Council is perfect. Not a single peep reached any of our informants in the other Awakened Councils."

The harsh winter in Garlen had forced Orpal to stop his operations there, leaving him and his Upyrs all the time they needed to find a way to tap into his remaining bloodline abilities.

The news of the sighting of a fungus folk had aroused the Dead King’s interest, but only up to a point. His Upyrs were late to the game, and it was likely that the creature would be captured before they found a decent lead.

Even if that weren’t the case, and Orpal’s soldiers managed to beat to the punch the Hordes, the Awakened, and all the other powerful beings interested in the secret of the white core, it would just be a hollow victory.

Only those at the bright violet core could attempt to evolve further, and the Dead King and his generals didn’t fit the criteria. Moreover, the legends about the Hordes being the key to the white core of immortality were just legends.

Capturing the fungus folk would just be the first step of a long journey. After that, Orpal would have to force the creature to evolve and then study it until he unveiled the secret. Assuming there was a secret to unveil, of course.

The Dead King doubted he was the first Awakened to attempt to get their hands on a Horde in order to pry the secret of the white core open, and there were no records of anyone succeeding. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

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