Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3142

Chapter 3142 Gutted Prey (Part 2)

3142 Gutted Prey (Part 2)

"Not a clue, sorry." The Chronicler bent down and picked up Ragnar?k, appreciating its perfect balance. "Marvellous. My master was right. When Verhen remade War into Ragnar?k, he removed the self-destruction protocol."

"It would have been weird otherwise." The Zouwu shrugged. "Verhen was about to have a baby and probably wanted his spawn to inherit the blade. I'll take it as well."

"Don't push your luck, Zouwu!" V'horr used his mana to imprint the angry blade. "Verhen may have been a monster, but he was also a great Forgemaster and received Salaark's teachings.

"I'm taking his equipment with me. My master needs it to crack the secrets of Creation Magic."

In response to the imprint, metal spikes erupted from the hilt, piercing the Chronicler's skin and drawing his blood.

"Right! The blood imprint. The rumors were true!" He said in excitement as the power of the blade flowed inside his body. "What do you think you are doing?"

Strider had unsheathed his blades again and a flash of light marked the activation of his prided bloodline ability.

"Whatever you think you are doing, stop it." The Zouwu said, casting his best spells as fast as he could. "I don't want to fight you."

"What do you mean?" It was what V'horr tried to say.

"Uat u 'uh min?" Was what actually came out of his bloated lips and swollen throat.

The elf's entire body looked like an overinflated balloon and it kept expanding.

"Speak for yourself!" Ragnar?k replied, its voice flat yet filled with unbridled fury as V'horr exploded like a gory firework.

"More loot for me." Strider circled around the angry blade, being careful to avoid the corpses. "You're not much without Verhen and I can afford the time to find a way to tame y-"

A clawed hand pierced through his back and came out of his chest, holding the Zouwu's still-beating heart.

["Hey, pal. One question. Who the fuck is Verhen?"] (AN: the words between square brackets are in English.)

In their success, V'horr and Strider had failed to notice how the black blood formed a bridge between the neck and the severed head instead of just spreading out. The Zouwu had missed how the blood on his blades had fallen toward the Abomination's corpse, not vertically.

[My name is Derek.] Abominations can't die simply because they are already dead.

Drilling more holes than Swiss cheese in their bodies or severing their limbs was pointless. They were made of energy and to kill one, that energy had to be neutralized.

"What? How?" Strider gurgled blood, but he was an Awakened.

All he needed to recover was one breath.

It was the reason Ragnar?k exploited his distraction to pierce his right lung. Now the Zouwu and the Abomination were pinned together, but while the angry blade wouldn't hurt its master, Ragnar?k hated Strider.

["Answering a question with another is rude and I'm too hungry to give a fuck, kitten."] The Abomination's maw opened, revealing two rows of pristine white fangs that found the Zouwu's jugular with ease.

Derek drank the blood along with the life force until only ashes were left of Strider's body.