Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3231

Chapter 3231 Shadow Play (Part 2)

Everyone left the War Room but Lith, Kamila, Jirni, Balkor, and the babies.

"I'd like to get over with our business, if you don't mind." The god of death said. "I have no intention of following you into the Fringe. I'm sorry for your friend, but I don't know or care for either of you. _{freeweɓnøvel.com}

"I have no reason to endanger what little is left of my lifespan for a stranger. My family comes first. I'm sure you can understand." Balkor pointed at the babies and Lith nodded.

"Then why are you still here?"

"Because the situation is not as desperate as it seems and because the Overlord requested my presence." The god of death replied. "Just because I won't be there it doesn't mean I can't help you."

"Help me how?" If there was a logic to Balkor's words, Lith failed to follow it.

"By sharing my experience on how to fight against an overwhelming opponent with the aid of an army of immortal puppets." Hearing the god of death talking about the Demons of Darkness as disposable tools enraged Lith but he remained silent and listened.

"I know your abilities from second-hand sources so I need you to be honest with me. Your undead soldiers don't die unless they run out of mana or give up, correct?" The Blood Magus asked and Lith nodded in reply.

"Also, even though you are not their maker, they are blindly loyal to you. Is this correct as well?"

"Not really." Lith hesitated a bit before revealing the weakness of his powers. "It's more like a deal. I call upon souls willing to follow my orders in exchange for a second chance at life. If nobody answers the call, I can't make demons."

"So you have to cross your fingers and deal with the moral scruples of a bunch of long-dead losers?" Balkor was impressed.

What the Demons of Darkness lacked in obedience, they made up for it in resourcefulness. Having their own will meant that Lith didn't need to constantly supervise his army like Balkor did back in the day.

"Yes. Is that a problem?" Lith asked.

"Quite the contrary." The god of death replied. "Lots of people die on Mogar every day. I'm sure there are more than enough scumbags to answer your call and do whatever you ask them to.

"Who knows, maybe they'll even do what you are not willing to."

"What do you mean?" Balkor's cruel smile gave Kamila the creeps but she still wanted to know.

"How do you think I succeeded for so long against enemies who were superior to me under every aspect, Lady Verhen? By mercilessly striking at their weak points. And I mean this and this."

A wave of Balkor's hands highlighted the arrays' runes midway between the junction points and then at the elven villages.

"Are you really suggesting my husband to attack innocent civilians?" Kamila stood up, slamming her palms against the table.

"Innocent?" The god of death sneered at her like she was a dumb child. "Isn't Solus innocent as well? Weren't all the people the World Tree murdered to lure your husband into a trap and those who died in the aftermath innocent?