Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1201

Chapter 1201 Drawing Conclusions Past 1

"On top of that, you are the first person ever who tried to undress me and my shades." Mogar said.

"Too bad. I thought that maybe I could defeat your puppets with just my mind, but if I can’t affect even their clothes, then I doubt that I can restrict them or inflict them damage." Despite his words, he had yet to stop his endeavor.

"I might consider your claim as a noble pursuit of knowledge if not for the fact that you’re not even trying to affect Arthan or Menadion." Mogar scoffed at the blatant lie.

"You can’t blame a man for trying. I just need to touch them, correct?" He asked.

"Correct."

Morok dashed forward against the Quylla-shaped answer who looked at him in disgust as if he was a worm she had found in her meal. He unsheathed the Baby Fangs, making them take the form of twin one-handed battle hammers.

He threw them one after the other so that the first eclipsed the second. Quylla had Bloodbind, the Adamant chains forged by Orion, form a defensive barrier around her, blocking the first hammer as well as her field of vision.

The second hammer flew under the makeshift barrier, hitting her right in the stomach and making her cough out blood. Yet instead of exploiting the opening, Morok just had the first hammer return to his hand and thew it again.

Quylla snarled as she stopped it with a hard-light construct shaped like a massive fist that came out of her robe.

"Nalrond was right. Your puppets cannot move and hits don’t count as touching." Morok pondered.

"If they moved, you’d be already dead. If hitting and touching were the same, then any idiot who gets pummelled would get their answer, making this whole trial pointless." Mogar said. "I applaud you for mercilessly attacking the woman you claim to like."

"Please. Your two-bit imitation is nothing like the real deal. It lacks Quylla’s kind eyes, the grace of her movements, and the lavender scent of her soap. I have no problems hitting a mannequin dressed like her." Morok said.

"That and the real Quylla is holding your shoulder even now, making it easy for you to separate reality from illusion." Mogar pointed out.

"Guilty as charged." Morok circled around shade-Quylla, trying to make his magic work while looking for an opening.

"How did you know about the trap?" Mogar asked with an amused expression.

"The Magus robe gave it away. I’m not fighting the real Quylla but either how she perceives herself or how I do. Either way, she’s bound to be a tough nut to crack."

Morok threw his hammers again, but this time Quylla used her construct to stop them while conjuring the tier five Battle Mage spell, God of Water.

A full armor made of ice covered her body while four spheres of water the size of a disco ball orbited around her. They would allow Quylla to replicate the effects of all tier three and four water magic spells she could imagine without the need to cast them.

Yet the hammers dodged the construct and aimed for Arthan. Morok had lined them up so that he could attack them both and further check the rules of the game. Quylla froze in place and ignored the Tyrant while the Mad King snarled in outrage.