Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4399

Chapter 4399: From the Same Cloth (Part 1)

Conquering Batara not only gave the Undead Courts a foothold in the Gorgon Empire, but it drove a wedge between the Organization and the underworld. Dawn leading the Courts into battle restored part of the lost trust between the Horseman and her loyalists.

It sent everyone the message that the undead were back, and they had a powerful protector who dominated sunlight instead of being weakened by it. Defeating two of the Master’s vaunted hybrids was the icing on the cake.

"Stay back and don’t interfere!" Acala yelled. "You wouldn’t last a second against this creature."

"He speaks!" Orulm laughed, charging forward with Fellbane as he ordered the Maw of Bytra to weave a Break Annihilation.

"Only when it matters." The Chiropteran encased the Twilight Blade into a hard-light construct that made the sword match his size and met the Breaker’s weapon with his own.

"Tell me, human, did you become a Vampire to have your blood core in your heart?" Orulm asked. "To keep it close to Dawnie’s crystal and not have to worry about protecting yourself?"

Acala grunted, conjuring a multi-layered construct around the crystal in reply. Without the crystal armor and Morning Star, the undead Ranger needed to consume most of the life force stored in his blood core just to match Orulm’s physical prowess.

Eldritches possessed bodies that could go toe to toe with white cores, and hybrids were much stronger than that. Despite his humanoid size, a thrust of Orulm’s spear could pierce through a mountain and still have enough strength left to level a building.

Acala needed to time his blocks to perfection and strike the spear at the right angle to deflect it without Fellbane shattering the construct or being sent flying by the shockwave that accompanied every attack.

The Chiropteran didn’t hesitate to sacrifice his left arm or any other part of his body that wouldn’t compromise his mobility to launch counterattacks whenever he spotted an opening.

Alas, Orulm created most of them on purpose, to bait Acala into a position from which he couldn’t dodge a Break spell aimed at his chest. The Chiropteran avoided death by an air’s breadth time and time again, twisting his body just enough to avoid the fatal blows.

"I like you, kid." Orulm nodded, impressed by Acala’s seamless shifting from attack to defense. "You don’t have much talent, but your grit is in a league of its own. It’s rare to meet someone so tenacious."

Truth be told, Zepho Acala was a talented man, but he was no genius. He lacked both the combat instinct of a natural-born warrior and the intuition of a powerful mage.

"I’m just lucky." The Chiropteran grunted, recalling Sunrise to him but keeping the mage tower far enough away to escape the Breaker’s senses.

"Don’t underestimate yourself, kid. No one lasted as long as you did against me with just luck." Orulm nailed one of the Chiropteran’s feet to the ground with Fellbane and struck with a Break-filled hand at the crystal on Acala’s chest.

The undead Ranger cut his own leg with a sweep of his blade and hit the Breaker’s extended arm with a palm strike. The impact sent him crashing against the wall and destroyed his left arm up to the elbow, but the wound was already regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Luck is relative." The Chiropteran snarled.

’Orulm using a spear is proof that Mogar has a twisted sense of humor.’ He actually thought. ’I trained for so long to counter spear arts to deal with Orpal that I’m sick of them. There is no other weapon against which I’m so proficient.’

’I don’t know how it is possible, but this guy fights as if he’s possessed by a bunch of old monsters.’ Orulm thought. ’I’ve read the file about Zepho Acala. He’s a nobody born thirty-something years ago.

’How can someone so young last for so long against me without Dawn’s help?’

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