Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2055

Chapter 2055 Checkmate (Part 1)

'By my Mom, there are more injuries in Lith's body than items on a grocery list.' Solus thought while Sky Blessing gave her a detailed report of Lith's pitiful condition. 'I need to stop the bleeding and fix his bones, or he will die.'

Her breathing technique could heal most of his wounds in a few seconds and restore his stamina, but without nutrients, his body would still lack the strength to keep fighting.

Solus regenerated Lith's throat first so that he could gulp down the tonics and then she stabilized all the life-threatening injuries. The Tiamat drank huge amounts of potions that he kept stored in his pocket dimension, allowing Solus to repair his organs.

With each eye that she restored, his aura burst out with renewed strength, something that Iata didn't miss even in her dazzled state.

'How can Verhen be still alive? Not even a Divine Beast can survive without breathing!' The Sekhmet roared, creating a shockwave that interrupted her flight while a hard-light construct blocked the incoming darkness bullet.

She bolted toward Lith while avoiding the volley of Spirt Magic-infused darkness to kill him before he could fully recover.

Alas, Crank had yet to be paid for his services and begged to differ.

He stepped back, putting himself between the Sekhmet and her prey. To make matters worse he suddenly released a violent black aura that eclipsed Lith's energy signature, blinding Iata's Life Vision.

'What an annoying prick!' She thought while unleashing a barrage of scorching pillars of light that cut the ground asunder and vaporized Crank's earth constructs. 'Now either he dodges, leaving Verhen wide open, or dies.

'Whatever he does it's my win!'

Yet the Hyperion didn't move. He took the blasts head-on, but aside from a bit of smoke coming from his fur, there was no visible damage.

'Dammit, I had forgotten about his Mana Body bloodline ability.

'He's immune to direct damage from magic, but it comes at the price of his own spellcasting and offers no protection from indirect damage.' Iata conjured several hard-light constructs shaped like hands, each one big enough to squeeze a Divine Beast.

Crank snarled as the white streak on his back shifted into the six colors of the elements. It absorbed the components of the world energy one at a time and used them to empower the spells he had left at the ready.

The Elemental Overload bloodline ability turned the tier three spells into tier four while the only tier five he had managed to weave rose to the power of a Spirit Spell. Iata's constructs shattered one after the other until only one was left.

It trapped the Hyperion in a wall of light that surrounded him and imploded on itself, without giving him the time to Blink.

'Oh, fuck! It was a calculated risk, but man if I'm bad at math.' Crank had underestimated the burden that boosting so many spells at the same time would put on his mana core.

Elemental Overload allowed young Hyperions to make up for their lack of body casting and veterans to need but a split second to turn a cantrip into a devastating spell, yet it came at a price.

The white streak on their back absorbed the elements required to boost their spells but the remaining world energy had to be neutralized by their body to fix the imbalance that Elemental Overload created.

On top of that, the extra energy had to be channeled through the mana core, putting it under the same strain of casting multiple spells instead of just one.

Iata dived into the black aura and finally noticed the small golden figure on the Tiamat's chest. Between the gentle light enveloping her and the wings-shaped hair, the Sekhmet mistook Solus for a fairy. _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}