Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1398

Chapter 1398 - Blade Tier Spells (Part 2)

Manohar released once again the power of the cube, summoning the images of himself, Vastor, Marth, and Balkor.

Each shadow unleashed its best spell, but even the power of the four gods didn’t slow down the Bright Day. Much to Manohar’s dismay, Vastor’s Tetrastrophe spell turned out to be the most effective.

While before Tetrastrophe was a tier five spell that produced four different tier four elemental spells, now that Vastor had become a hybrid each spell that comprised Tetrastrophe had been upgraded to tier five.

"The power of humans is irrelevant compared to the power of the Hors.e.m.e.n!" Life Maelstrom made Dawn ten times stronger than she previously was.

Even though each one of the gods’ spells was powerful enough to blow a mountain open, she only needed a flick of her wrist to deflect them all.

"When men aren’t enough, then it’s a hero’s job." Manohar had to suck his pride up for the second time in a single day and recognize that maybe, just maybe, learning other elements and specializations wasn’t such a waste of time after all.

He tapped into the Cube, calling upon the first spell that it had stored back after being created. A spell that it was forbidden to cast unless the people of the Kingdom were in danger.

The people, not the Kingdom.

Because according to Valeron, they were what made the Griffon Kingdom worth fighting for, not a bunch of lands and riches.

"I knew you were a pompous jackass, but calling yourself a hero is beyond pathetic!" Dawn lunged again with Twilight, knowing that even her equipment and her steed had their power increased tenfold by Life Maelstrom.

"I wasn’t talking about myself. I was just saying that it’s a hero’s job to do the impossible. For everything else, there are people like me." Manohar said as Dawn’s blade stopped a millimeter away from his forehead and the momentum of her charge disappeared.

The shadow of Valeron, the First King, had appeared in front of Manohar and held the Twilight blade between his thumb, his index, and medium finger.

Those conjured by the Cube were supposed to cast their spell and disappear, whereas the King stopped looking at the bloodied plains with eyes veiled with tears.

Manohar couldn’t believe how much Valeron resembled Lith back at the academy. The First King had the same black hair, the deep-set eyes, the high forehead, and even the perpetual frown.

The shadow depicted his true appearance, without the body refining.

Valeron looked more like the guy next door than as a swimsuit model, but he exuded such nobility and power that both Manohar and Dawn blushed in arousal. There was something in him that made Valeron the father, the lover, and the friend they had craved their whole life.

"How dare you to attack my children?" The First King’s roar threw the undead behind him away from the city and back on the other side of the battlefield. At the same time, it healed the injured soldiers, bringing them back to their peak condition.

"Wait, how did you do that?" Manohar asked, seeing his body healed and his mana replenished.

Valeron ignored him, putting the Griffon head-shaped helmet of the Royal Amor on and holding the Sword of Saefel with both hands. The artifacts were nothing but residual images, lost memories of the past.

Yet the power the First King had left behind made them almost as good as the real deal, allowing everyone to see even the finest detail and the smallest rune that decorated his equipment.