Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1019

Chapter 1019 Out of Time Part 1

"Try to escape and we’ll kill him first and then it will be your turn. We got plenty of backup waiting for you ahead. Give us Phloria Ernas and maybe you will live." The Ghoul said while choking his prisoner.

"What a load of bullshit." Phloria sneered, forcing her voice through the grip that almost kept her from breathing. "You don’t want to kill any of us. What kind of deal do you have with Deirus?"

"How do you know about it?" The Ghoul was so flabbergasted that he blurted out the truth.

"Oh, please, I’m not stupid. The undead from two days ago attacked to kill and had allies whereas you act alone and wasted your time talking. You clearly belong to a different group.

"Only Velan Deirus would be so crazy to put everything he has at risk and mobilize a bunch of immortal worms just to get his hands on a 21 years old woman. By the way, I’m Phloria, jackass." She said.

"Thanks, this will make everything easier. You’re right about almost everything. He didn’t send us to capture you, but to kill all the three of you. A child in exchange for a child. Plus interest." The Ghoul said imitating Velan’s voice.

Phloria cursed her naivety, wishing that the Ghoul was lying about the backup so that her sisters would manage to escape. Her windpipe started to deform under the increasing pressure and her lungs burned.

"Objection!" An annoying voice drew everyone’s attention to the north corner of the tunnel while its owner Blinked behind the Ghoul and cut off both his arms at the same time with what looked like two one-handed sickles.

"I called dibs on the little one. I will not let months of hard work go to waste because of a few cannibalistic jerks." Morok Eari, ex-Ranger of the Hessar region and Quylla’s suitor without her knowing, didn’t change much from the time they parted ways.

He was a man in his mid-twenties, about 1.8 meters (5’11") tall, with black hair and dark brown eyes. His once unkempt hair was now finely groomed and his stubble had grown into a goatee.

Morok didn’t care much for appearances, but he didn’t want to look like a hobo when meeting Quylla again. According to his employer, lack of personal hygiene was a deal-breaker for most women.

"You again?" Quylla said without knowing whether to be relieved or worried by his arrival.

"Did you miss me, baby?" Since the Ghoul’s arms had turned into ashes but their owner was still alive, Morok stabbed his chest and head with the sickles, flooding them with darkness magic.

Pain twisted the undead’s face and then there was nothing left to twist.

Phloria took a deep breath to overcome the blinding pain from her wounds and recalled Reaver to her left hand, the only arm she could still move after the Ghoul had dislocated her dominant arm.

The moment Morok had appeared, the Ghouls had resumed their attack. There were quite a few left of them and their seamless teamwork gave them the upper hand. Phloria was half dead, Friya was running on fumes, and from such a distance Quylla was useless.

One Ghoul engaged Morok, keeping him busy thanks to her own dual-wielding style and her one-handed battle hammers that locked the sickles in place. Another one darted at Phloria for the kill while the others aimed at Quylla, the weakest link, and the last one called for backup.