Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4250

Chapter 4250: Warrior’s Oath (Part 3)

Barago dodged the following claw sweep and countered with a diagonal slash that severed Makhari’s fore leg at the shoulder.

The Byk couldn’t afford finesse. To even scratch his enemy, Makhari needed to put his full weight behind every blow, making them predictable.

"Stand down, you stupid beast!" Barago said. "You need a Healer, and I need to get away from here. Don’t waste my time and your life on a fool’s errand."

"I am Makhari, a warrior of the Byk clan!" The magical beast said without letting the amputation stop his attack. "I’d rather die than let my oath go unfulfilled."

Without light fusion, blood gushed from the stump of Makhari’s shoulder like a fountain. Darkness fusion allowed him to feel no pain, but his strength abandoned his body with each beat of his mighty heart.

"Mister Bear!" Lenart sobbed, looking around in the hope of seeing Lith or one of his many aunts and uncles come to his rescue.

The young boy wanted to run. He wanted to help the Byk. Even screaming for help would have been better than sitting there, staring at the fight in a daze. Yet Lenart’s mind and body refused to listen.

"I can arrange that!" Barago snarled as Makhari’s claw opened three cuts in his cheek at the same time as the Awakened’s sword pierced through the Byk’s chest and came out of his back.

Makhari clung to Barago and used all the mana he had left for a final pulse of darkness magic. He raised his snout, roaring with the last ounce of his strength before lowering his maw and closing it around Barago’s neck.

"Stupid beast!" The fangs didn’t get past the armor, but they got stuck in the metal joints.

Barago noticed Reaper, the King in the South, appearing from a Blink, but Makhari’s body weighed him down. The Awakened man tried to raise his blade to block Harvester, Reaper’s glaive, but like the Byk’s mouth, the claw that held him refused to let go.

Reaper’s lunge blew Barago’s head open and turned it into ashes with one swift movement.

"Mister Bear!" Lenart’s voice finally found its way out of his throat. "Uncle Reaper, please, save Mister Bear!"

Reaper cast Lith’s tier three Spirit Spell, Mother’s Embrace, to sew the foreleg back on the shoulder and pump the lost blood back in the Byk’s body. Mother’s Embrace healed the wounds, and Makhari’s life force became weaker.

"I’m sorry, kid." Reaper had seen enough magical beasts with a cracked core to know there was nothing he could do. "Let’s bring you to safety."

"Why?" The boy wailed. "Why are you letting Mister Bear die?"

"He’s already dead, Lenart." Reaper replied with a coldness born out of necessity. "If you want to honor his sacrifice, shut up and stop struggling. While I have to deal with you, the rest of your family is still in danger."

Makhari breathed with great difficulty, but at least the pain was gone. He didn’t understand why the little man kept screaming and trashing now that everything was over, so Makhari pulled his snout up in what he hoped would look like a smile.

In his final moments, the Byk wanted to reassure Lenart that everything would be alright.

After all, the Crownless King’s cub was safe, and Makhari’s sacrifice had ensured the safety and prosperity of the Byk clan in the years to come.

***

Faluel had just finished dealing with the violet-cored Awakened outside Lith’s house when she listened to the report of Lenart’s rescue.

’There’s only Surin left.’ A single Spirit Blink brought her above Lutia, and from there she followed the trail of blood and magical beasts’ corpses left by the Awakened in his wake.

’They scattered to spread the pursuing forces thin, but with four out of five Awakened found and killed, the path of the last one is obvious.’ She thought, and she was right.

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