Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4203

Chapter 4203: Doomed Bloodline (Part 2)

’If Erion is just pretending, however, then it’s much worse. Even if I make no mistake, he might still set me up as a traitor or pin all the blame on me in case our mission fails. I would be nothing but a stepping stone to him.

’A sacrificial pawn to buy himself the good grace of the Dead King to learn as much as Erion can from him before turning his tail and cutting ties with us. After all, Erion’s cover is perfect.

’He never took part in a strike force, and there is no proof of his allegiance to Orpal. Even if we expose him in retaliation, his bloodline can deny our accusations. And why wouldn’t they, if the Upyr powers can be passed down to their descendants?’

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Verendi continent, at the borders between the Zamana and Phytrik region, inside a mountain cave, at the same time.

"I can’t believe we missed that bastard. Again." Utho the Ishara sighed, his voice produced by the chittering snaps of his segmented mandibles. "We had him, her, it, or whatever that fucker is, yet he slipped through our pincers like the dirt he is!"

"Patience, Utho." Anaka, his sister, replied. "We knew this would be hard, and losing our temper would achieve nothing but provide the fungus folk an opening in our encirclement the next time we find him."

"You should listen to her, child. Your sister is the voice of reason." Imosi, the elder of the Ishara bloodline, nodded. "We carry the hopes of our brethren. When we return to the Rathi continent, I don’t want to tell our clansmen we failed because of you.

"This time, it was no one’s fault. The fungus folk had left a sack of his spores somewhere. There was no way for us to know that the thing we had captured was just a decoy until it withered inside the Spirit Prison.

"Yet if you don’t keep your anger in check, the next time we might lose our quarry because of you. Is this what you want? To bring even more shame to our already ruined bloodline?"

"No, Elder. I’m sorry." Utho lowered his head and stinger as humiliation replaced fury in his heart.

"I’m not angry at you, child, I’m only afraid to see your potential go to waste as it happened to our foremother, Selkis." Imosi patted the young Divine Beast’s shoulder, making their chitinous shells clink.

"Everyone here has been chosen for this mission because our brethren considered us the best among our kin. It’s our sacred duty not to let our people down and prove worthy of their trust."

"We will, Elder." Anaka stood up to look at Imosi in his eight eyes. "We’ll capture the fungus folk and learn from him the secret of the white core. At that point, all we have to do is send our Lesser Isharas to the Hydras, and our Great Work will finally begin!"

"Once again, our sister Anaka is right." The Elder turned around, facing the members of his team one at a time. "For too long, the children of Selkis were left to languish because of our foremother’s stupidity.

"Since the day Selkis forgot about her secret duty to Mogar and was stripped of her powers as the Guardian of Evolution, we have resigned ourselves to falling into oblivion. When the Mother of all Isharas died, she deprived us of the infinite potential she held.

"It has been centuries since a new Ishara bloodline arose. During the millennia, our blood has only thinned, and the number of Lesser Divine Beasts born from our young increases.

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