Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4338

Chapter 4338: Summoner Stone (Part 2)

"Nice trick, Lady Verhen, but I’ve been hit by those weird fires enough times to know how they work." The Storm Griffon smiled through a gritted beak. "Only the black Origin Flames dispel Life Maelstrom.

"All the others just hurt. And hurting is a game two can play!" He swung Dusk Wraith with a skill that was much more impressive when one faced the maces up close instead of from the safety of Lith’s finger.

Jorl pressed forward without giving Solus any opening or way out. One mace always followed the other, acting as a shield ready to intercept any counter.

Solus had recovered her human body for a little over a year and gained her Divine Beast form for a little over a week. Her combat skill was nowhere comparable to Jorl’s, and she knew it.

’Please, hold. Don’t break. Don’t break!’ Even with the Ears of Menadion’s help, she was weaker and much slower than the Storm Griffon.

Dusk Wraith was a Divine Beast-sized weapon, whereas the Fury and the Staff were not. When Solus was forced to block, she conjured a copy of the Fury that always shattered on impact, leaving her arm numb for a few seconds.

Each destroyed copy drained part of the Fury’s energy reserves, but it beat blocking with the real Fury and maybe losing it forever. Solus cast the Spirit Spell, Griffon Fetters, followed by her tier four Spirit Mastery spell, Diamond Cutter.

Jorl shattered the emerald chains by flexing his muscles and crushed the golden drill with a single blow of Dusk Wraith before looming over the helpless Solus.

"Is this all you can do? Pathetic." She tried to escape again, but Jorl cast a Griffon Fetters of his own that was now restricting her movements.

The mace hit her square in the stomach, shattering her armor, breaking her ribs, and squeezing the air out of her blood-filled lungs.

"One Verhen down. Only two more to go." He was still speaking when Dusk Wraith came down on Solus’ head like a meteor.

***

Akhton lunged at Lith the moment the explosion separated him from the rest of the group. The Bastet-Upyr considered him the greatest threat to his plans, and for a good reason.

No matter how unfavorable the odds he faced or the number of his enemies, Lith Verhen always came on top. There was no apparent rhyme or reason for that, but no one could argue with the results.

The records of Lith’s career spoke for themselves, and neither Akhton nor the cursed book could risk ending up as another notch on Lith’s resume.

"Dragons are notoriously weak to cold. What about Tiamats?" Uragar conjured one Frozen Wasteland after another, aiming them at the only retreat path that the combined attacks of Akhton and the Golems left Lith.

It was a tier five spell devised by an ancient World Tree to deal with greedy Dragons that had become widespread after one of the many fights between Chroniclers and Divine Beasts.

Lith had already faced it in the past and did all he could to avoid a direct hit, but Frozen Wasteland’s cold affected him even from a distance. The water element caused the temperature to drop by over a hundred degrees, and the air element removed the humidity in the area, one effect reinforcing the other.

Lith took a deep breath to conjure Origin Flames in his lungs, using them to warm himself from within while also pushing the heating system of the Voidwalker armor to its limits.

"Your spells are working." Salanoth nodded as she brought the Soldier Golems embossed with water crystal forward. "Verhen is like a house of cards. He only needs one push to fall."

’For the gods’ sake, stop yelling and listen!’ Nalrond used one of his constructs to grab Tista from behind and force her back into the battle formation. ’Use Swirling Wind. Now!’

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