Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1582

Chapter 1582 - Curse Of Darkness (Part 2)

It was then that he saw the purple marks on Zinya's cheeks, the split lips, the blood coming out of her mouth, and the tears streaming down her face. Filia and Frey lay still between her arms as if they were dead while they had just fainted from the terror.

Until that moment, Vastor wanted to protect her from the ugliest side of him and from the horrors of battle. Humans weren't undead that would conveniently leave behind just a pile of ashes.

Killing monsters in front of her made him a hero whereas killing people would just make him a murderer. Yet after seeing how the Balkor copycat had messed her up, none of that mattered and the Master's eyes turned pitch-black.

A two meters (6'7") tall man clad in a full suit of Orichalcum armor exploited Vastor's shock to swing his mace in a downward arc meant to burst his head open. The Yggdrasill Staff lunged forward, making up for the gap in their arm length.

The movement was quick, efficient, and so strong that a hole the size of a watermelon appeared where the mercenary's heart had been until a second back, letting the people in the backline see the god of the battlefield's enraged face through the layers of bleeding flesh and broken metal.

Several tier five War Mage spells like Raging Sun, Frozen Maw, and Chasing Night rained upon Vastor from every side, yet he just flicked two fingers to conjure his tier five Chaos Array, Curse of Darkness.

A six-pointed star with uneven sides appeared below his feet, covering an area of 20 meters (66 feet) around him and a humongous tendril of Chaos emerged from each of its points. _{free𝑤ebnovel.com}

They moved as fast as a bullet and as precise as a surgeon's hands, snuffing the incoming spells out as if they were matches amid a storm.

The tendrils smothered the purple flames, devoured the tornado filled with ice spikes, and consumed the darkness-infused bolts of lightning without letting a single speck of energy get past their boundaries.

Vastor threw a small red mana crystal at Tezka's Spirit tail, giving him full control of the array so that the Master could focus on the sea of enemies in front of him.

A female warrior, whose face possessed both a rare beauty and savagery, exploited that moment of distraction to swing her two-handed greatsword at Vastor in a vertical slash while spitting a cloud of acid from her mouth.

Even if the short Archmage dodged the sword, the acidic breath would have hit the woman and children behind him, turning them into a puddle of melted flesh and bones.

'He has no way out. Either he takes my blade and dies, buying my marks a mere second, or he runs away and I kill them.' The woman was actually a Lindwurm shapeshifted into human form.

The lesser Dragon had yet to learn the secret of Awakening and the only way she had to obtain the resources she needed for her magical research was through the black market.

They cost a pretty penny, but a single mission with the Grim Reapers usually earned her enough money to buy ingredients to perform a few Forgemastering experiments.

With the prize that the blue-robed man had promised to the guild who completed the mission for him and what he had already paid in advance, she would be able to work non-stop for weeks.

"Please, Zogar, run! There's no point in dying with us!" Zinya said amid tears.