Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1739

"Ekidna, beat him within an inch of his life, but be careful about the genitals. I need them intact." Glemos snapped his fingers like he was giving orders to a dog.

'Fuck me and my big mouth!' Morok thought as the Fomor darted at him.

Her yellow eye enveloped her with a bolt of golden lightning, her blue eye produced a mist that drained the world energy and sealed his spells, while her red eye engulfed her in flames that made each one of her punches burn at both his body and mana.

Typhos had hit Morok hard, but he wasn't an Awakened and his two wings only had a limited number of feathers for each element. Ekidna had six wings, each one amplifying one specific element and generating a much greater output.

He fainted before the fourth blow but she kept hitting Morok until Glemos stopped her.

"What about the woman?" Ekidna asked while cleaning her dress from the blood.

"Wait here until she is done." Glemos replied while lifting his son with Spirit Magic as well. "If she survives the process, I can use her to understand why humans with six affinities are stable while Formors are not. Your races both evolved from primates, after all."

Ekidna unconsciously touched the Harmonizer at her neck, looking at Friya with envy. Glemos didn't miss the gesture, but the feelings of his specimens didn't matter to him, only their usefulness. _{freёwebnovel.com}

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Between their innate recovery abilities and the presence of the mana geyser, Lith and the other Awakened recovered just a few hours later despite the severity of their injuries. Friya was still unconscious due to exhaustion but was otherwise as fit as a fiddle.

Nalrond, instead, was in dire need of food. His body had self-digested to heal the wounds and kept doing it in order to survive. Without nutrients, healing made him weaker instead of stronger.

'I wish Quylla had shared with us her Injection spell.' Solus was free to move but there was little she could do without the risk of alerting the Tyrant.

Glemos had shown to have keen senses even in the mines, surrounded by world energy. Activating the dimensional pocket or casting any spell without a precise idea of how to escape his detection would have been suicidal.

The Tyrant had brought his prisoners into an upper floor, where no crystal grew and a complex set of arrays drained the energy coming from the geyser, using it to fuel the lab he had set up.

Thanks to the magical formations, Solus's mana sense worked again but so did Life Vision and whatever finer mystical sense Glemos might possess.

Lith and the others were chained to the wall with the Council's upgraded version of Odi restraints. The shackles attuned with the life force of their wearer and blocked every attempt to use magic or even bloodline abilities.

Solus could have easily opened them, but she still had to find an answer to the question: then what? While her companions were unconscious, she had watched Glemos examining them one by one with his breathing technique.

He had taken a lot of notes, especially about Lith and Friya. After every session, he moved to Ekidna and the stretcher where Morok lay, to try and spot the differences with the previous specimens.

Solus had been busy leaving Lith's side whenever Glemos closed in to avoid the effects of his breathing technique while also formulating a plan to escape. She now had dozens of them, but none would work in the presence of the Tyrant.

'When the heck does he leave?' She thought in frustration. 'This is the perfect place to Spirit Warp us away, but Domination would burst my Gate and alone I'm no match for him, not even with the Hands of Menadion. I need a diversion.'

'There's no point fighting now.' He looked at his companions, glad to notice they seemed to be fine. 'I'd better regain my strength and listen to whatever my father has to say. With a bit of luck, I can exploit whatever he is plotting to get us out of here.'