Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2482

2482 Turf War (Part 4)

Sadly, Orulm is right. His usefulness still outweighs his arrogance Vastor inwardly sighed.

"Indeed. The only reason I don't kill you here and now is that I don't want to waste the countless hours of work I put into finding a proper monster core for you." The arrays faded, replaced by barely enough food to stabilize Orulm's body.

The Eldritch gorged himself, even licking the floor to not miss a single crumb of the precious meal and appreciating the hunger fading back in the corner of his mind. It was still there, a constant reminder of the consequences of defiance and a glimmer of hope to keep him loyal.

"On top of that, if you were to die, your powers and knowledge would be lost forever. You are still valuable to me, but I won't hesitate getting rid of you if you become a liability greater than your worth as an asset." Vastor said.

"Thank you. You won't regret your decision. The once proud Orulm the Obliterator slammed his forehead against the floor in contrition.

"Don't thank me yet. Punishment is in order" The Master raised his hand with the palm out. "Abthot, you are in charge of the mission. If Orulm steps out of line again or compromises the retrieval of even one of the items on Bytra's list, get rid of him"

The eyes of all three Eldritches went wide in surprise.

The Obliterator's life had been put in the hands of someone younger and weaker. Vastor had more than just demoted Orulm, the Master had also granted Kigan and Abthot absolute authority over him.

Yet while Kigan's role was well-deserved being him one of the first six followers of the Master and one of his most trusted aides, for Abthot it was a test. Vastor was giving her power and responsibility only to see how she handled them.

Her current status in the Organization was actually just one notch above Orulm's. She had been spared the humiliation, but Kigan was the arbiter of her fate just like she was for the Obliterator.

"It shall be done." She fell onto her right knee, using sheer willpower to suppress the influence of her monster life force that oftentimes clouded her judgment.

Abthot and Orulm were in the same boat.

After acquiring a living body and getting rid of the hunger. they had become intoxicated by their newfound powers. They had forgotten that it was cunning and self-restraint, not mindless savagery, that had allowed them to survive for millennia. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}

She knew that Vastor had just put a different kind of noose on her neck and she needed her once clever mind to keep it from squeezing the life out of her.

"One more thing, Master. A few branches of the Undead Courts have contacted us. They are willing to submit to us in exchange for mercy and a position in your Organization. What is our reply?"

"Stand tall. We are all equal. Vastor said, yet no one believed him. "Tell the Courts that we have no use for them unless they can help us track Meln Narchat. Grant mercy only to those who can provide solid intel.

"I entered the War of the Griffons only to honor the

request of my friend Krishna Manohar and to avenge his death. Thanks to your help, my children, I saved the Kingdom he loved but his killer is still at large.