Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1073

Chapter 1073 Foolishness and Wisdom 3

Any of those after the Ernas’s heads could hire a mercenary Beast like Gadorf to do the dirty work for them. Faluel wouldn’t let a stranger in her home nor the letter reach Quylla before examining it thoroughly.

"No way I’ll entrust my hope and dreams to someone I just met. If you mess up, I’ll be done for. Do you mind if I wait for her here?" Morok said.

"Yes, I do." Faluel snarled at Morok for taking the words out of her mind and saying them out loud. "Go away. When Quylla arrives, I’ll tell her about you and then she can decide whether wants to call you or not."

"Yeah, right. If I had her contact rune, why the heck would I go through this hassle just for a goddamn letter? I’ll speak slowly so you can understand. I only asked your permission out of courtesy. I’m not going to move from here." Morok sat on a rock and looked up at the brightening sky.

"I beg your pardon?" The air around Faluel started to crackle and her hair to dance in the air. Challenging the authority of a Lord was no laughing matter, especially from those who weren’t even part of the Council.

"Man, first the stinky Drake and now you. You Lords sure are pretty dumb, but at least you smell good and have a tight little ass. Do you mind turning around so at least I can look at something nice to pass the time?" He asked.

"That does it!" Faluel roared and shapeshifted into her real form.

Her short, stumpy body was as wide as a building and as sturdy as a mountain. It allowed her to move nimbly on the ground despite her size. On top of that, by shifting the weight on her four legs, she could keep the balance even when her seven snake heads and their respective long necks moved in completely different directions.

Each one of her seven heads had its scales streaked of a different color and their eyes shone with different elemental mana. Faluel exposed her sets of fangs while towering at a height of 20 meters (66 feet)

"I take that back. I don’t mind big butts but yours is just too much." He mocked her while unsheathing his blades. "It takes more than an overgrown snake to scare me off, sis-"

Faluel’s first head swooped down while empowered by earth fusion. Morok tried to dodge it, but she moved too fast. He took the hit and almost plunged into the ground, like a nail hit by a hammer.

"That was my first and last warning. Get out of my turf, now!"

"No way, this isn’t even my final form!" Morok shapeshifted and his skin became snow-white, with only one big red eye in the middle of his forehead, another eye the size of a football appeared on his chest, and two more on his shoulders.

His appearance was still humanoid, but he was now over two meters (6’7") tall.

His nose had disappeared, leaving only two slits on his face and his mouth was full of several rows of shark-like teeth. Faluel immediately recognized the Emperor Beast known as Tyrannical Eye, or just as Tyrant.

They were the magical beast equivalent of Balors, but unlike them, Tyrants weren’t part of the Fallen races and their mastery over the elements wasn’t as developed. Like Hydras, they were naturally gifted for the art of Domination, but even the strongest Tyrant could only develop up to six eyes.

Domination over the seventh element, mana, was impossible to them.