Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2707

Chapter 2707 Historic Event (Part 1)

2707 Historic Event (Part 1)

"I knew this would happen, silly songbird!" Leegaain popped out of thin air in front of Lith's family, shielding the spectators personally but standing right in front of Kamila, just to be safe.

Thanks to the Phoenixes, the conflagration would have just sent her and the others belly up. Maybe suffering a few scratches from the impact with the coarse sand. Yet the mere aura of the Guardian of the Empire was enough to neutralize what remained of the shockwave.

Once the dust settled, the Blood Plains had to be renamed the Crystal Plains. The heat released by the blades' collision had vitrified the sand, turning it into a meters-thick glass that spread as far as the eye could see.

Salaark was the only one standing, a still-bleeding deep wound was open on her neck and chest while she pointed her blade at Tezka's brain. Her blade and armor were damaged, but they healed as fast as her body, returning to their peak condition in an instant.

The Suneater was shredded into pieces, the head the only part of him that was unscathed and solely because the Guardian had willed it so.

His equipment was shattered in a silvery mist of metal and crystals but thanks to the Davross' natural regenerative properties, they reformed faster than his body even though Tezka was still fueled by the Suneater spell.

At that sight, Zinya and the kids ditched the group and ran with all the speed they could muster.

"It's over, old fox." Salaark lowered her blade, sighing deeply. "You won. It's my defeat."

"Are you drunk, high, or both?" Tezka snarled as black tendrils collected the bits of his body and put them back together. "You've clearly won by a landslide. Even if my strike went through your guard, you would have survived.

"If you didn't stop your blade, instead, my life would be over. I'm still weak compared to you."

"Weak?" She put away her blade and armor, offering the Fylgja her hand to help him stand up. "You pushed me way harder than when I was a fledgling Guardian. You managed to hold your ground against me, the Lord of War, in my own turf despite you lacking both Spirit Magic and body casting.

"Considering the many advantages I had, this is your victory and-"

"Uncle Tezka!" Filia and Frey screamed, hugging him and bursting into tears as soon as they reached him.

"Gods, are you alright? Do you need food?" Zinya knelt near the still-sitting Suneater who was still in the process of regenerating his tails.

She patted his arms, chest, and snout, looking for any form of damage he might not be able to heal.

"And this is also what makes you the true victor." Salaark sighed harder. "You are the only one who had someone cheer for him the whole time. Even in defeat, people cared for you, not for me."

She waved at her children and guests who were dazed from the fight. They stared at the contenders with a mix of awe and fear. Not one of them had thought for a second that the Overlord could lose.

It was proof of their trust but also a sign of a lack of care. No one had worried about her wounds, simply assuming they wouldn't bother her.

"I call bullshot!" Tezka said right after reassuring everyone he was alright and letting Zinya and the kids help him to stand up.