Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1246

Chapter 1246 - Bets and Arsenals (Part 2)

"Same. The size and territorial advantage can only do so much if you don’t know how to exploit them properly." Salaark nodded.

"I bet on Tyris as well. Tyris may be smaller, but I don’t see Fenagar’s slow ass put up with so much enthusiasm." Zagran the Garuda pointed at the difference in killing intent.

Her fury made Tyris shine like a sun whereas the Leviathan had nothing but his wounded pride to fuel his aura.

"I’ll join the bandwagon. Even though I don’t like her one bit, I’m the first to admit that her fists hurt beyond imagination." Roghar the Fenrir touched his chest, almost expecting the old wound to ache again.

"There’s no point betting if no one backs Fenagar. Unless we bet on the duration of the fight." Leegaain said. "All considered, I predict Tyris winning in about an hour."

"An hour is too much. With all that water and earth, she can’t use air properly, halving her fighting prowess. Either she wins in half an hour or she doesn’t win at all." Zagran said

"As someone who has fought and lost to her in the past, I can tell you’re underestimating Tyris too much. She needs but one hit to send Fenagar flying and change the location of the fight. Once on the mainland, he’s done. Fifteen minutes tops." Roghar said.

"My money on her winning before the three minutes count." Salaark’s words flabbergasted the others. "Ever since Valeron died, the only way I had to drag her out of her lair was a friendly spar. She never managed to beat me, but she still got more battle experience than anyone else here. Zagran and I excluded, of course."

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City of Kolga, now.

’Tista finding that mana geyser has been a stroke of luck. I couldn’t have prepared so many alchemic tools so fast with the low output of world energy that Reghia provides the tower with.’ Lith thought.

His intervention had allowed Solus to fight Ykrah one on one, but it had also put Lith at great disadvantage. War was useless against enemies that regenerated so fast that any cut he inflicted them healed as soon as the blade’s edge moved away.

Its Counter Flow ability prevented the healing and inflicted a huge deal of pain, but it also required War to be stuck inside a single opponent. Lith had no idea how long it would take a Kolgan to die that way and even if they did, it would make him little good.

Only his touch would instantly kill the people fueled by the Forbidden Sun and deplete its energies. Any other method would just return the energy that the ritual imbued their bodies with at birth and strengthen the remaining opponents.

Rem had mentioned the regenerating abilities of the inhabitants of Kolga and Lith had prepared accordingly. What he couldn’t have predicted, not even in his most paranoid fits, was that Solus would regain her body and leave his side.

Just like she lacked his combat prowess, Lith lacked Solus’s tactical mind to face so many enemies while his clock ticked much faster than usual. Without Solus, his Abomination side protected him from the poisonous life force of Kolga, but it left his mana core exposed.

Being so close to the Forbidden Sun put a huge burden even to his bright blue core and with each spell he cast, the mana poisoning would only get worse. Luckily for him, alchemical tools required no mana.

The Kolgans sneered at the green pine cones that the Wyrmling threw at them as if they were candies. Some even grabbed them in mid-air and attempted to store them inside their dimensional amulets.

’F.u.c.k me sideways!’ Lith thought while watching the injuries his weapons inflicted heal at a speed visible to the n.a.k.e.d eye and the shrapnel getting expelled from the bodies of his victims.

’Step 1 failed. Time to see if step 2 was worth the effort.’ He thought.

’Not only producing white phosphorus is hard since I had to find and process everything from scratch, but it’s also a natural fire that becomes pointless against armor powerful enough to resist the shrapnel.