Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4518

Chapter 4518: Diminished (Part 2)

Lith had just finished cleansing Meln’s essence from Althika’s body, killing the extension of the Dead King’s consciousness he wasn’t aware he had spawned.

’I don’t know.’ Night answered the incomplete question. ’Also, you were right. Something is wrong with you. Your aura just dimmed for no apparent reason. Let’s call Jorl!’

The Storm Griffon was an accomplished Light Master and the best Healer among the Upyrs. He gladly answered the call, eager to learn more about the Dead King’s life force and maybe discover an easy way to kill or restrain him.

"I agree with Night. Something is wrong with you, but it’s nothing any of my spells can detect. Even my breathing technique says you’re fine. This doesn’t make any sense."

"I called you for help, not-" Orpal’s voice broke into a scream of pain that rose in intensity and became shriller as Lith dismantled Erkin’s Vurdalak life force.

The Dead King felt every incision and cauterization. He experienced the cleansing touch of the Dread Flames as they killed a part of the Vurdalak bloodline. When the procedure ended, both father and son were changed.

Orpal looked smaller and weaker. His entire being was diminished by the loss. The Dead King felt as if part of his soul had been burned alive, and he with it.

"I’m going to kill the first person who tells me I’m fine; I don’t care who they are." He snarled, the intensity of his suffering taking Night and Jorl by surprise, but for completely different reasons.

The Horseman of Night too felt weaker, needing sheer willpower not to fall asleep again. Jorl, instead, hadn’t felt that well since the day Light Soul had stolen part of his Griffon life force.

The pain in his chest abated, and the Vurdalak side’s relentless attack on the Griffon life force ceased.

"I’ll order Erion to reach his contacts for news." Jorl said. "You’d better rest and stay out of sight. We can’t let our soldiers know of your condition. If anything else happens, don’t hesitate to contact me."

"Thanks, Jorl." Orpal grunted. "What if someone asks you where I am and what I’m doing?"

"I’ll tell them that you’ve gone out to pick up Jiera’s most gorgeous women for your harem, and they’ll believe it." The Storm Griffon replied.

"I like how you think." The Dead King was still thanking the gods for having a reliable second-in-command when he fell asleep.

’Fuck!’ Jorl thought. ’Night is still awake, or I’d Sealed Space them to cut them off from Moonlight and bring them to the Black Throne while they are weakened.’

He turned around and left the room, bolting to meet the cursed tower as soon as he made sure he had covered his traces properly.

"You did the right thing, apprentice." The Black Throne revised Jorl’s memories, studying Orpal’s life force and current condition. "The Dead King’s affliction is neither physical or magical.

"His life force and mana core are at full strength and ready to fight. Alone and without a plan, you had no chance against Night. The information you brought me is priceless and greatly increases our chances of victory and of healing you.

"Enter the crystal tank, quick!" The Black Throne Warped the Storm Griffon to his lab and operated on the contaminated life force in Jorl’s chest.

"The Vurdalak fragment inside of you is as weakened and stunned as Orpal." The cursed tower said. "This is a perfect chance to fine-tune your treatment."

The Black Throne used his Body Sculpting spell, Needlework, to restore the corrupted life force to its original state and stimulate the Griffon side to reclaim what it had lost to Light Soul.

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