Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3027

Chapter 3027 Unforgivable Crime (Part 3)

3027 Unforgivable Crime (Part 3)

'Can you now help me plan and fight against Leech?' Orpal asked.

'No to everything.' Night's answer made him wail in pain and despair. 'We don't even have any access to Dusk's abilities since along with his crystal I'm taking upon myself the seal mother had imposed on him as well.'

'Then why the fuck did we do this in the first place? Why do I have to suffer like this?'

'Because once I'm done fusing our crystals, once our power cores merge into one, all of our dreams will come true. Dusk's seal, my restrictions, and even the self-destruction spell will be in the past. We will be unstoppable.'

Those words made Orpal's lips curl up with joy, turning his gritted teeth into a twisted smile of fury.

'At least in theory.' She added and he emitted a blood-curdling scream. 'Horsemen were never supposed to become one. Mother created us to be unique and establish our own bloodline.

'I have no idea how assimilating another Horseman works or how long it will take. Until we are done, we'll be in agony. Even if we succeed, until we master our new body, our abilities will be diminished.

'Yet I can promise you this. If I'm right, nothing on Mogar but the damn Guardians will be able to stop us. Maybe not even them.'

Orpal wanted to smile and laugh at the idea, but the only thing he could think of was to make the pain stop.

***

Garlen Continent, Verhen Mansion, dining hall.

The sun had risen for a while and the Verhens and their guests were about to have breakfast together.

It was Salaark's turn to watch over Elysia for the day and she had also helped Elina in the kitchen. There were lots of mouths to feed and some of them demanded servings big enough to need a table of their own.

"Congratulations, kid." The Overlord said while studying Nalrond's body with her Rebirth Magic diagnostic spell, Riptide. "Your life forces have merged into one and the final result is perfectly stable.

"It's a feat akin to reverting a fallen race to normal. You'd better be careful. If word spreads, Roghar will add you to his to-kidnap list."

"Thank you." The Agni swallowed a lump of saliva, happy that no one except those in the house knew who he was and who he had been.

The older kids were used to keeping secrets while the younger ones had no idea what their grandma was talking about. Such nonsensical words would be forgotten before they finished eating their slice of cake.

Inside the mansion, Nalrond kept his semi-human form. He was taller and part of his skin was covered in small grey scales but everything else looked like his old self.

"Do you plan on using your knowledge to help my people, Lord Nalrond?" Ryla the Fomor asked, looking at him like a beacon of hope.

"Please, just Nalrond. I'm not Lith. I'm not a noble and I have no stick up my a-nt farm."

The Guardian's auto-correct made the expression family-friendly yet Nalrond received several glares nonetheless.

"I'll help as much as I can, but I'll keep my involvement a secret and let Faluel take all the credit for my contribution." He said, anxious to change the topic.