Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4212

Chapter 4212: Golden Opportunity (Part 1)

Fury and outrage came just like Theseus had predicted.

Akthon’s eyes went wide and then narrowed into fiery slits of mana as his bright violet aura erupted from his body like a storm. Humans, tables, and chairs were sent flying or tumbling on the floor like autumn leaves.

"You are the Red Carnival?" The Bastet-Upyr roared, his teeth turning into fangs and sand-colored fur covering his skin. "You are the insane bastard who made mother shed countless tears?

"The failure who couldn’t even die properly and turned into an Abomination? Are you that Theseus?"

"I am." The Bastet-Meneos could have explained that he was a clone. That he had played no part in the old Theseus’ decisions and had been born barely two years back.

Yet he preferred to remain silent and carry the burden of his original self’s crimes along with the powers and knowledge that Theseus had inherited from him.

"How could you do that?" Akhton growled, shedding his human disguise one limb at a time. "How could you doom our homeland to ruin? Verendi was never perfect, but there was still hope.

"Its people carried the seeds of greatness, and you have withered them all! Everything fell apart after you and your new friends slaughtered the Council. All these new wars that ravage this continent broke out because you destroyed the balance.

"Every single person who dies out there in a pointless conflict is because of you and that grinning wench of yours!" He pointed at Xenagrosh, who had never stopped smiling, and had gracefully bowed to every accusation as if it were a compliment.

"That’s not what happened." Theseus countered with the detached tone one would use to discuss the weather. "The Council tried to turn me into a weapon, and I just defended myself.

"Yet I’m not here to have a debate with you. I’m here to give you the opportunity to do the right thing. What’s left of the Verendi Council won’t dare cross the Organization, but our family won’t miss the opportunity to kill me and avenge our mother’s defeat.

"Come on, sound the alarm and have everyone come here. Surely hundreds of Bastets can kill a couple of hybrids."

Akhton’s blood ran cold at those words. All his righteous fury and indignation crashed against his pragmatism like a fly on a windshield.

’If I call our clan to arms, these two are dead. Yet if the Eldritches attack me and during the fight I expose my powers as an Upyr, my siblings will kill me as soon as they are done with Theseus.’ He thought. ’They’ll see my Upyr form just as another Abomination.’

"You overestimate yourself, traitor!" Akhton grew to his full size, reaching 30 meters (100’) of height and turning the Roaring Lion tavern and all the nearby buildings into rubble. "For someone like you, I’m more than enough!"

The Bastet-Upyr charged at his hated brother while conjuring both the golden armor of Mana Body and the searing fire of the Origin Flames.

"Really?" Theseus shapeshifted into his true form as well, becoming 35 meters (117’) tall and countering both Akthon’s bloodline abilities with his own. "Are you sure about that?"

The charge of the shorter Bastet came to an abrupt halt, the Meneos Eldritch was rooted in the ground like a mountain, and no amount of Akthon’s effort could move Theseus from his spot.

Theseus blocked Akhton’s clawed hands, trapping them in his own and squeezing them until the bones popped. The Upyr-Bastet hurled a river of bright-violet Origin Flames at Theseus’ face, and the Meneos-Bastet did the same.

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