Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3242

Chapter 3242 Exposed Secrets (Part 1)

The potions kept Ra'ntar alive and conscious, but didn't satisfy his hunger one bit.

"Get up." Lith's voice rang to the Chronicler's ears like a death knell.

"No." Ra'ntar looked up at Lith in defiance without moving. "I refuse to fight. I won't play your game, whatever it is."

Hard-light constructs shaped like hands lifted the elf up from the scruff of his neck, shoulders, and arms, forcing him to take a combat stance.

Ra'ntar had no intention of standing up, and let gravity bring him back down. The moment his feet touched the ground, a right punch struck his armor and shattered his ribcage.

His lungs and heart collapsed, filling his airways with blood. While he was still recoiling from the punch, a leg sweep struck his knees. The impact almost severed his legs, only thin strips of skin and cartilage held them together.

As the Chronicler was finally falling to the ground, Lith stepped around him and hit Ra'ntar in the back, ripping his spine out.

The Immortal Body array put the pieces back together and Quylla's treatments kept the elf from dying of shock, but the hunger reached new heights as more of the elf's muscles, bones, and fluids were consumed to fuel the regeneration process.

Ra'ntar wanted to cry, but he was so dehydrated that no tears flowed out.

"What do you want from me?" His mouth was completely dry of saliva, making his voice hoarse. "What do you hope to achieve with this? I'm just one Chronicler of many, my life is worthless. _{freēwebnovel.com}

Ra'ntar was blind, deaf, and couldn't feel anything from the neck down. He was supposed to be surrounded by darkness yet his damaged optic never projected a blinding whiteness as if he was staring at the sun.

"Your actions are worthless. With the dimensional seal, my master isn't experiencing any of this torture, but if you open it, they will know what you are doing and deal with you accordingly. Either way, you can't win."

Ra'ntar was scared and hungry, but his brain still worked. The Yggdrasill staff helped him to focus, but no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't find a reason for Lith's actions aside from pure sadism.

"What I want is for you to suffer like Solus did since the day you took her away from me." Golden hands lifted the elf again, turning his head up to force him to look Lith in the eyes.

"To know what it means to be alone, scared, and hungry in the hands of someone who considers you a means to an end. Once you have learned your lesson, I'll lift the dimensional seal so that your master can share your knowledge. Until then…"

Lith's extended fingers pierced through Ra'ntar's eyes, stopping millimeters short of his brain. Two quick slaps on either side of the elf's head burst his eardrums while a hit at the base of his neck severed the spine.

Ra'ntar was blind, deaf, and couldn't feel anything from the neck down. He was supposed to be surrounded by darkness yet his damaged optic never projected a blinding whiteness as if he was staring at the sun.

Before he knew it, he was whole again.

Ra'ntar didn't waste time talking, he conjured as many low tiered spells as he could and unleashed them at the same time.

'Dominate this, you bastard!' Under the cover of his magic, the Chronicler made the Davross blade emerge from the tip of his staff and pointed it at himself. 'I have no chance of defeating Verhen in my current state, but the enchantments of my weapon can kill me!'

Golden hands locked Ra'ntar joints while a flick of Lith's fingers sent the hail of spells back. They pierced through the elf's body, opening more holes than a form of Swiss cheese while also avoiding his vitals.