Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2809

Chapter 2809 Not my Son (Part 1)

The pure darkness element slithered over Ulsor's skin, burning it, and seeped inside Lith's. He coughed out a mouthful of blood, pain blinding him now that darkness fusion had to stop the enemy's bloodlines skill before it reached his vital organs.

The relentless cold waves emitted by the Wendigo slowed Lith's reflexes and mind, his eyes drooping from exhaustion.

"This is it." Shelk said, his body and heart bursting from the accumulated world energy. "We'll die with you, but it's a price worth paying. With you gone, the Undead Courts will wash away their shame and take their rightful place in the three Great Countries back."

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Array control room, right now.

"Finally!" Solus deactivated the last defensive mechanism protecting the control panel of the array system.

At that point, a single swing of the Fury smashed the main focus points of the various magical formations that originated from there and spread throughout the local branch of the Dawn Court.

Solus couldn't just turn the arrays off since they didn't bear her imprint but it was unnecessary. Without the safeguards, she suffered no damage and the arrays wouldn't explode and potentially kill Lith.

With the magical formations weakened and their hold on the world energy fading away, the Hands of Menadion reached control over 51% of the mana geyser. Enough to conjure the mage tower and let it do the rest.

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Fourth underground floor, right now.

"Finally!" Lith felt strength surging inside of him.

The Immortal Body array enveloped him and his wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. A pillar of world energy flooded his body and equipment, restoring their energy reserves.

"That's impossible!" Shelk's voice cracked, his denial irrelevant to the cold truth. "I control the world energy, not you!"

"First mistake." Lith connected the Hands of Menadion to the Voidwalker armor and Ragnar?k, using the power of the Hands held to fuel the enchantments of the rest of his equipment.

The angry blade roared in joy, its elemental crystals shining with renewed power.

'I can't give Verhen time to recover. If he Spirit Warps away, everything will be for nothing.' The Blood Warlock had no idea what was happening, but he knew there was no time to lose.

He released the Blood Tide, empowering it with everything he had left. His heart had yet to heal and it failed to withstand the strain. Shelk Whur died praying to the gods above and below to give meaning to his sacrifice.

"Second mistake." The Spirit Eye lit up and combined its power with the hands of Menadion.

The Blood Tide froze in place for a second, Domination taking control of the bloodline ability while the Hands overtook the world energy comprising it.

Then, it resumed its advance, washing over Lith and hitting the other two undead in full.

The Blood Tide nailed them against the walls, ripped their flesh off their body, and broke their bones, yet they didn't die. It was the curse of undeath. As long as their blood cores had energy and their weak points were intact, they were banished from death.

"This is not ov-" Ragnar?k cut the Nightwalker's head and him off. Tendrils of darkness tried to form a new head just to be consumed by the Blood Tide.