Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3148

Chapter 3148 Foreign Land (Part 2)

3148 Foreign Land (Part 2)

"You should rather hit yourself. If would be less painful but much more hilarious." Solus laughed to the elf's face and many Chroniclers raised their weapons.

"Stop! We have suffered great losses today, but I need her alive." The Yggdrasil said and the elves reluctantly obeyed. "Do not fear, my Chroniclers, justice is at hands. Soon our prisoner will be bonded to one of your brethren.

"She will be reduced to a slave and forced to obey every command. I'm certain we can find something to relieve your anger." At those words, the elves smiled and it was Solus' turn to frown in anger.

"Dream on, psycho." She replied.

"Say what you want while you can, Elphyn Menadion, because soon the day will come when you'll regret rejecting kindness. We could have worked together to make Mogar a better place but you chose violence.

"Remember, everything that comes next is on you." The World Tree ignored her and conjured a Gravity array that forced Solus on her knees, binding her hands and feet with their vines.

***

Zeneka Region, outside the remnants of Vidun's hiding spot, in the middle of nowhere.

"What was that?" Derek turned in the exact direction of the Fringe, feeling a spark of Solus' pain as the Annihilations blasted the Engine open. "Why do I feel so weird? Why do I feel the need to go in two completely different directions at the same time?"

Even in a quasi-Abomination form, the Voidfeather Dragon's homing instinct was as strong as ever. Derek could feel the pull toward his treasures, no matter the distance. Solus was very far to the north while Elysia was southwest.

Derek remembered nothing about them. He knew nothing about Mogar. Yet he knew that something was missing. That he was forgetting about something very important. The problem was that he had no idea what it was and no reason to care.

He was Derek McCoy again, a broken man with nothing left to lose and nothing to live for.

"Master!" Ragnar?k flew into his hand, whining like a happy puppy. "Daughter. Father. Light. Wife."

It roughly translated into: "Let's go back to your daughter. She must be missing her father already. We can look for your lost light with the help of your wife."

Too bad that Derek had no familiarity with talking swords and after seeing what had happened to V'horr, his paranoia was cranked up to eleven. He tossed Ragnar?k again and again just for the blade to jump back in his hand or on his hip.

"Holy shit, an ego sword with a crush on me! Ego weapons were always bad news in Dungeons & Looting and hot babes in dumb comics. Can you turn into a hot babe?"

"No." Ragnar?k's spite at the question was palpable.

"Can you tell me who I am?" Derek asked.

"Master."

"I guessed as much since you've not killed me like the knife ears, I meant my race. What's this thing?" He tapped on his image reflected on the blade.

"My blade."

"Fine. Where are we?"