Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3171

Chapter 3171 Wrong Tower (Part 1)

3171 Wrong Tower (Part 1)

Tam'sfil's pain was Q'porr's pain, shared through their common bond with the World Tree. She felt his agony peak and disappear, leaving only a void in her mind where Tam'sfil light had been until a second ago.

Q'porr shed tears of sadness but her hand held steady. She cleaved the possessed corpse asunder and released the tier four darkness spell, Death Mist. It destroyed everything organic, leaving behind only the broken Darwen.

'Behind you!' The warning resounded one second too late.

Ragnar?k cut Q'porr in half at the waist, cauterizing the wound on both sides.

The Void had exploited the cover of the Darwen armor to Blink out of Tam'sfil body unseen.

Only two elves were left, too few to assume any of their most powerful battle formations and too confused to fight back. They had come prepared to fight a ruthless tactician but a tactician nonetheless.

The Void, instead, was a berserker. He traded blows uncaring for the pain and mutilation he would suffer, knowing that he only needed to eat in order to heal.

They had expected to fight an angry man who above all wanted to go back to his family, not a suicidal monster with nothing to lose. To make matters worse, Lith had collected the Yggdrasill branches of the fallen Chroniclers.

The wood amplified the feeble connection between the human side and the Void and by draining the Yggdrasill weapons at the right time, Lith could trigger pangs that paralyzed the elves and interrupted their spells.

Not even darkness fusion could stop a pain that originated from their minds.

The second last Chronicler fell when Derek Blinked again.

Everyone turned toward the exit point but nothing came out of it. The Void had shapeshifted his body to match the outline of the entry point and never crossed it, his energy signature hidden behind the Blink.

The Void stabbed the elf from the back, severing her spine and flooding her lungs with blood. From so up close, the final Chronicler found himself trapped. The Abomination's wings attacked him from the sides while Ragnar?k came from the front.

The elf couldn't block the hits of someone so much heavier than himself and put everything he had into dodging while casting a powerful spell. He had just slipped past Derek's left wing when the membrane shapeshifted into a huge hand that clawed at the Chronicler.

The attack caught the elf by surprise and increased the wing's reach. One of the wing fingers barely grazed the Chronicler, but it was enough to maim his right arm and send him to slam against the ground.

Not only was he losing lots of blood but the Abomination Touch had robbed him of mana and vitality.

"I'm going to ask you only once. Where's Solus?" Lith and the Void spoke in unison, the voice of the man and the Abomination overlapping in the rumble of an angry god.

Tendrils of Chaos and darkness restrained the crippled elves just like the buffalos a few hours back.

"Where is she?"

'She?' Derek froze as the sweet smell and the light brown of the hair now had a face and a name.

In his memories, he was happy when Solus smiled, sad when she cried, and mad with fury when anyone or anything threatened her.

"Where is she?" Derek roared while lunging Ragnar?k into Q'porr's liver just like he had done with Chris two decades ago.

"Far away from here. Where you'll never find her." The Chronicler gurgled, her mouth frothing blood.