Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1475

Chapter 1475 Lost Magus Part 1

Lith unfolded his wings and used air, fire, and water fusion to boost them while Spirit Magic conjured an air current that no array could stop.

He moved so fast that only the glittering moonbeams that reflected on the Adamant of his Scalewalker armor betrayed his arrival.

Even though Lith flew close to the speed of sound, light was still faster.

"What the heck?" One of the Kingdom’s Lost Magi managed to say before a being made of shadows, fire, and pure rage struck at him with a screaming blade whose edges spun akin to a chainsaw.

Quylla’s death affected War as much as Lith. Orion’s feelings that still lingered inside the blade grieved no less than its master and just like him, War knew only one way to express its fury.

By making the death of Lith’s enemies but the final step of a long journey made of agony and despair.

"Deirus!" Lith repeated obsessively even though the man in front of him wasn’t Yurial’s father.

Tiennon Zavra was a man in his late forties, about 1.80 meters (5’11") tall, with blonde hair and ice-blue eyes. His face was covered in freckles and scars that he refused to heal, to never forget his hatred for the Griffon Kingdom.

He belonged to Balkor’s generation and was the second Lost Magus, also known as the god of murder. Losing both Zavra and Balkor due to their short-sighted policy regarding the academies had led the previous Royal couple to abdicate the throne.

Unlike regular mages, Zavra had learned how to combine together different spells of different tiers, assembling them to alter their effects, power, and range. It was how he had managed to hit with such accuracy a target over 600 meters (2,000 feet) away.

Spells didn’t go that far and even the few mages capable of doing it would have had their attack lose most of its power. In Zavra’s case, instead, one kilometer or point-blank range was the same.

He had developed that magic to kill his enemies from a safe distance while having plenty of time to escape in case someone noticed him.

Or so Zavra thought until War bit deeply into the Adamant staff that he used to focus and amplify his magic.

"Nice try, kid, but not nice enough!" Zavra pushed Lith back with inhuman strength before the angry blade could cut Wail, his staff, asunder. "Close combat or distance makes no difference. You’ll die like all the other dogs of the Kingdom!"

Actually, the Lost Magus was no idiot and had no desire to fight.

His strong suit was attacking helpless opponents, making them experience the despair that he had felt when the people who had scarred his face and murdered his family had suffered no consequence for their actions.

His goal was to goad Lith into a frenzy and escape as soon as he could. Valeron was known for its tight security and every second spent fighting was a second too long.

’How the fuck did he find me from that distance and how did he move so fast? The air sealing arrays are supposed to keep people from both flying and warping inside the city.’ Zavra thought.