Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3192

Chapter 3192 Nightmarish Creature (Part 2)

"Try to escape this!" Orpal roared.

"With pleasure!" Derek laughed as his chest and armor turned into a puddle of black metal.

Before Orpal could react, the Void merged back with his lower half and lunged at the Dead King with Ragnar?k.

It took Night every ounce of her considerable skill to deflect the much heavier blade out of the line of impact and counterattack but she succeeded.

Night aimed at the Void's right arm wielding Ragnar?k, dispelling the darkness of which it was made and sending the angry blade flying.

Derek shrugged off the pain and answered with a solid left punch to the gut that pierced through Orpal's guts and knocked him off Moonlight's back.

"Cut me. Smash me. Blast me into smithereens." The Void said while pulling Orpal close to look him in the eyes while Abomination Touch sucked the Dead King dry. "It doesn't work, brother."

The energy stolen from the mana geyser, Orpal's life force and his equipment had already restored Derek's missing arm and repaired his armor. Ragnar?k flew back into his hand, ready to strike.

Yet what hurt the Dead King the most was the word "brother".

'Leech never called me like that, not even to mock me. He used my name only in the presence of our parents otherwise he wouldn't talk to me at all.' Orpal thought.

'So what?' Night asked while blocking the flurry of blade strikes in his stead.

'So Leech really has lost his memory and this is not him. This fight is pointless!' Orpal hurled a jet stream of bright blue Origin Flames, throwing the Void off guard. 'I wanted to humiliate Leech. To make him beg for mercy but this thing is not him!'

Ridden of his anger, inferiority complex, and desire to prove Lith his superiority, the Dead King regained his focus. He turned back into the warrior into whom Night had molded.

The mage who had managed to kill Mirim Distar and even Krishna Manohar, the god of healing. Meln Narchat wasn't a twelve year old boy throwing a tantrum anymore but a ruthless killer.

He relaxed his stance, focusing on defense and waiting for Derek's wild attacks to create an opening. Orpal didn't dare come close to the Void, breathing more Origin Flames and conjuring darkness spells.

"Not bad, but not good enough!" Derek dodged the bright blue Flames with a Blink that brought him right behind the Dead King.

Of course, Night warned him in time and Orpal reacted by activating Wailing Wail. Much to his surprise, this time the Void made no attempt to lessen the blow, letting the Davross spear and the enchantment ravage his darkness body.

"I told you, brother. It doesn't work!" With Thorn trapped inside of him, the Void was free of draining the Davross of both mana and Life Maelstrom.

He used them along with the energy from the mana geyser to mend his wounds and continue his attack as if nothing had happened.

'This guy may not be Leech but he is just as hateful.' Orpal cursed, forced to leave his prized spear behind to avoid being cut asunder. 'I've never fought against an enemy who can laugh deadly blows off. What should I do?'

'Beats me. It's a first for me too.' Night had destroyed many Abominations in the past but had always steered clear of Eldritchs.

Their respective interests would rarely collide and there was no point risking her eternal existence. She had also fought against Guardians and white cores, but that was back when Baba Yaga had Night's back.