Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2461

2461 Much Worse (Part 1)

'Verhen's thralls are not a threat. They can't be stronger than he is and their equipment is nothing against me. I'll use them as a cover to get close. They share Verhen's same energy signature so he won't see me coming.' The cursed glaive shrugged at the incoming tide.

Valia was at the head of the charge and her presence made Stargazer knit the eyebrows of her host. Not only was the Demon back at six eyes, but also her equipment was whole again.

'That's not just similar gear. The spear she wields and the armor she wears are identical in both shape and enchantments to those I destroyed moments ago. Who would be so crazy to craft more than one set for a mere thrall?' She wondered.

The glaive and the spear met only once, the superior battle experience of the cursed glaive made Valia's relentless training insignificant. Her body was once again cut asunder along with her weapon and armor, the black eye of the Balor stripping the darkness element that gave her body substance.

Yet something was wrong.

During the clash, Stargazer experienced from the Demon a strength far superior to a violet core. Also, even though just by a small margin, Valia's equipment had been more difficult to cut through.

Last, but not least, taking away the darkness element wasn't enough to banish Valia's soul. Under the shadows lay a brilliant flame that burst forward, eating at the living legacy's body and mana.

'The blood!' Stargazer realized when it was already too late. 'These new Demons are not just made of shadows. They come from the stumps and are conjured from Verhen's own blood! But that means...'

Valia roared her challenge and turned her body in a burst of Origin Flames, followed by her army of Origin Demons. The cursed glaive stopped in mid-air, focusing on the defense while making her host look below to confirm her suspicions.

The titan had bled for a while now, forming pools of blood along its path. More Origin Demons were coming out of those pools, each drop turning into a six-eyed flaming shadow with the power of a bright violet-cored Awakened.

'It's a trap! We walked in a damn trap.' Knightfall thought in excitement.

His life had been long and real challenges were hard to come by. After a few centuries, being immortal made things boring.

The enchanted Davross of his body wouldn't age, it would repair even the ghastliest of damage in a split second, and despite his enchantments being old they were still hard to match.

The cursed shield longed and feared the moment when Night would deliver her payment. He longed for it because once upgraded, he would once again be invincible. As long as he had a host, there was no way to kill him.

He also feared it because at that point life would become utterly irrelevant and every victory empty. Unlike his brethren, Knightfall was secretly elated by the new marvels of magic.

Due to their nature, cursed objects knew no pain nor fear and the discomfort at the idea of becoming obsolete was the closest thing to panic he had ever experienced. It was a new feeling and for a being afflicted by boredom, any novelty was a good one.

Knightfall laughed with joy as he conjured several dimensional openings all around himself in a circular barrier. The moment a Demon crossed it, they were cut in half. Their Orichalcum equipment would crumble and the energy of their bodies dispersed through too many exit points to reassemble.

The Demons came in waves, one after another, forcing the cursed shield to consume the spells he had at the ready just to not be swarmed. The battle was frenzied. It was desperate. In one word, magnificent.

Every single Demon he cut down wore enchanted equipment of some sort. To make matters odder, it was always good equipment crafted by an excellent Forgemaster who had at least a violet core. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}