Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1894

Chapter 1894 Worldbreaker (Part 2)

Worldbreaker had the appearance of a Guardian sized glaive, with the head made of pure Davross and the pole made of Yggdrasill wood. Purified by Leegaain's Origin Flames, its power cores permanently boosted by Tyris' Life Maelstrom, and crafted by Salaark while pregnant.

The glaive was actually an omni-weapon, capable of shapeshifting into every form since Leegaain was proficient with all kinds of weapons. Its enchantments and the Yggdrasill wood complemented his breathing technique, Worldkeeper.

What had been born to protect, the weapon used it to destroy.

"We'll see. I'm still a better fighter than you." Roghar said, and Mogar seemed to agree.

The planet created a Fringe around the two Guardians and sealed them inside.

A normal battle between them would have forced maps to be redrawn, but once Guardian level weapons were unsheathed, Mogar had to prevent the clash from extinguishing all forms of life.

Everything that would happen inside a Fringe had no consequence on the outside world. It was a sandbox where Mogar's most powerful children could squabble without breaking her house.

Leegaain moved forward, using the glaive's reach to keep the opponent at bay while he looked for an opening.

"Amateur!" Roghar yelled. "A spear can only lounge while a glaive can also slash, but such big movements are easy to read!"

The Fenrir pushed Worldbreaker's tip sideways and performed a series of thrusts aimed at Leegaain's vitals with surgical precision. Yet they all bounced on the shield that the glaive had turned into. _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}

"Arrogant!" Leegaain replied while sliding the shield along the Maw's staff to anticipate its movements and shapeshifting Worldbreaker into a pair of fighting gloves.

Now that they were close, the spear was useless. The Dragon unleashed a flurry of fists that broke Roghar's ribs, cutting his breath. A second barrage pounded his liver, blocking Roghar's movements, and a third hit his nose, filling his eyes with tears.

Each impact was boosted by Leegaain's Fusion Magic, Gravity Fusion, and Worldbreaker's enchantments. The Yggdrasill wood of the weapon relaxed the Dragon and brought his focus to the point that he could read the Fenrir's every move.

He was still slower and weaker than Roghar, but his mind moved so fast that he could anticipate what the Fenrir would do and start dodging before the attack even started. On top of that, with each hit, the sheer power of Worldbreaker produced a shockwave that blasted everything within one kilometer radius into dust.

Roghar tried to activate Mana Body and step back, but a burst of Origin Flames ate his armor. Every spell he tried Leegaain would copy one split second later, neutralizing them.

To make matters worse, every time the two weapons clashed, he could feel the Maw screech in agony as its crystal grip filled with cracks.

"I yield." Roghar said when the time run out.

There was no point in keeping fighting. No matter the outcome, his prize was lost.

"Excellent choice." Leegaain nodded. "I won't kill you because then I would have to take care of your turf, but don't expect to go home in one piece. You still defied the Guardians of Garlen."

Roghar swallowed a lump of saliva as he tried to escape but the Fringe refused to let him go.

"Hello, jackass." Salaark was there in her human form to not hurt the baby, 50 meters (164 feet) tall and still pregnant. "Darling, do you mind lending me Worldbreaker?"

"Take it. It's yours after all." If anyone doubted that a black dragon could blush, that day they would have to change their mind.

Roghar wanted to puke, but fear kept his tongue still as the Overlord used Creation Magic to cancel Leegaain's imprint and turn Worldbreaker into Scorching Sun, a one-handed sword.