Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3241

Chapter 3241 Retribution (Part 2)

'Nice try, knife ears.' Tezka's whisper.

The dimensional distortion bent the space so that no matter what direction Ra'ntar mind link went, it would always converge on the Suneater.

"Make me repeat myself once more and I'll pull your guts through your mouth." Lith grabbed the Chronicler by the neck and threw him against the wall while healing Ra'ntar's wounds with light magic.

The fractures healed, the bruises disappeared, and the concussion was reabsorbed, but it came at a price. Lith's spell drew the nutrients from the elf's body, draining his vitality and making him hungry as if he hadn't eaten for two days instead of one.

"Verhen?" As his vision cleared up, the Chronicler checked his equipment with a short pulse of Invigoration.

The good news was that everything was still in its place. The bad news was that his brittle Darwen armor offered little protection in close combat.

"Since your master spent so much time and effort to find me, I thought we might as well have a chat like civilized people." Lith's words and actions didn't match.

His tone was polite and his smile sincere yet his clawed hand bolted for the elf's exposed neck.

The Chronicler sidestepped the attack while using the staff to push the arm away. Unfortunately for him, the cell was small, and even in his human form, Lith was a Divine Beast.

His muscles were coiled springs weighing hundreds of kilograms and their might was further boosted by fire, air, water, and earth fusion. His mere movement caused a wind blast that blew Ra'ntar off his feet.

The shockwave sent him crashing against the nearby wall and, without footing to exert leverage, Lith easily pushed the Yggdrasill staff aside. His hand reached the Chronicler's throat unimpeded, squeezing it tight.

"Let's start by introducing ourselves. You know me but I don't know you, elf. What's your name?" Ra'ntar was shorter than Lith but the neck choke brought them at the same eye level.

The Chronicler tried to reply but Lith squeezed his throat too hard for Ra'ntar to draw enough air to speak or use a breathing technique.

'How could Verhen possibly recover, travel to Jiera, and find me so quickly? The last report still gave him missing.' The Chronicler thought while struggling with all of his strength.

He grabbed Lith's wrist with both hands, trying to loosen his grip yet between the mass gap and Ra'ntar weakened state, it felt like a massage. The elf's consciousness reached for the World Tree to get answers and assistance but it only found the impervious wall of Tezka's will _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}

"You don't feel like talking? Then let's see if I can loosen your tongue a bit." Lith let the prisoner go and slapped him.

Ra'ntar head twisted ninety degrees and several of his teeth broke, cutting deep inside his cheek.

"Not enough? Maybe you want me to even your face." A backhand slap shattered the other side of the elf's jaw in pieces and made him spit out blood and teeth. "That's more like it. Am I right?"

Ra'ntar drew a deep breath and activated Invigoration. The breathing technique fixed the damage and gave him his stamina back but without nutrients, his hunger grew further.

"Do your worst, Verhen. I won't betray my master." The Chronicler activated the bond between him and his Yggdrasill staff to quickly conjure multiple spells at the same time and mix them in a single blast deadlier than the sum of its parts.