Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2342

Kigan and Eycos rammed against the members of Xondar's unit and every group of enemies they met, bouncing like a destructive pinball that left a trail of ozone and charred meat on its passage.

"This is impossible! That's supposed something that only a lost bloodline like mine can do!" Leari the Thunderborne said before being turned into cinders by Volting Essence.

"What an idiot." Kigan scoffed at the Thunderborne's naivety. "Her bloodline was lost because our foremother understood that by not picking a single side, she didn't get them both but only bits from each."

"Indeed." Eycos nodded. "It's one of the cases when the result ends up being less than the sum of the single parts."

"That's where you had disappeared, Kigan!" Salaark clenched her fists in fury at the memory of the black sheep of her nest. "Zagran, you have to see this."

She opened a mind link that crossed two continents and an ocean to reach the Mother of all Garudas.

"Eycos, my baby! What have you done?" Zagran stared in horror at how her gifts had been twisted by the black core first and then by the Master. "Can I come there? Please, I beg you."

"Ask Tyris, not me. This is her turf." Salaark replied.

"You can come, but only to watch. No interference is allowed during or after the fight that will determine the future of my Kingdom." The Great Mother anticipated the question. "I don't care how you feel about your lost son.

"You threw Eycos away and he made his own destiny. You have no right to mess with him in hindsight. It would only be a hypocritical gesture out of guilt."

"Fine!" Zagran snarled in submission and opened a Gate that brought her next to the other three Guardians. "Do you want to warn Fenagar and Roghar as well?"

"Like they would care." Tyris clicked her tongue, her face a disgusted grimace. "They would both consider their children's fate as one of their sick experiments. I'm not going to enable their obsessions."

"I'm sorry, you are right." Zagran gave her a deep bow while clenching her hands.

She was torn between the desire to protect her baby and kick his ass into oblivion.

"Dammit, one Annihilation, one Ruin, and that thing just to kill a single Divine Beast?" Lith cursed their bad luck.

"Less yapping, more fighting." Vastor chided him. "Let's finish off those bastards before they regroup. There's only six of them and they are weak now!"

"Keep dreaming, ant!" Iata the Sekhmet threw barrels of nutrients to her companions while conjuring a spherical hard-light construct imbued with Life Maelstrom. "Your Council stands no chance against us because you are only strong as individuals.

"While you wasted your time hiding your secrets from each other, we shared everything we had. We trained countless times for this moment, and not by performing stupid drills but by real battles to the death!

"We learned how to fight even when outmatched and outnumbered. How to defeat a much stronger opponent thanks to teamwork. Unlike you, we are strong as individuals and even stronger as a unit. Glory to the Queen!"

Alas, Iata was right.

Having over thirty Divine Beasts meant having four seven-man units and a few Generals to spare in case one of them died. On top of that, aside from Silverwing's spells, the Council elders had no training in cooperating.