Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3255

Chapter 3255 Something to Be Proud of (Part 2)

"Don't apologize. I've wasted too many years listening to your excuses. I've grieved your loss long before your deaths. If you want to give your presence here today meaning, fight like you've never fought before.

"For someone else. Give me something to remember you by aside from your mistakes. Give me something to be proud of."

In her heart, Fyrwal still loved and hated them all.

She loved them because they were still her children. She hated them for the way they had lived and died. Wasting untold potential and all the resources that the Hydra bloodline had poured onto them in the attempt to correct their ways.

"You've heard the Lady, maggots." Paax waved his hand and conjured a shadow staff resembling his old weapon, Ravenhold. "We are not here to chat, but to fight. Whoever you were, whatever you did, now is your chance to make a difference!"

He planted his toe talons in the ground, draining the world energy of the Fringe to increase his power and the number of his eyes.

"This is not a betrothal gift, it's a weapon." The Grandmaster held the black chain that stuck out of his chest high for everyone to see. "Use it. Like this!"

Through the chain, Paax had access to all of Lith's spells and mastery of magic. He used Spirit Magic, Light Mastery, and Creation Magic to shape the soil rich in magical metals into an armor.

He encased it with a hard light construct and then used Spirit and Creation Magic to imbue his staff and armor with basic enchantments Paax could sustain by himself.

'Who is this guy?' Varegrave, Valia, Locrias, and Trion were stunned. 'How can he do that?'

The rest of the Demons were similarly equipping themselves under the dead Professor's guidance, each choosing their best weapon. Knives, bats, swords, scythes, and hammers took form in their hands as Paax instructed his pupils to use tools they were already accustomed to.

There was a constant stream of information from Lith to Paax and from the Grandmaster to his improvised class.

'I'm not that special. It's you guys who suck.' The dead Professor replied through the telepathic link. 'These people are lost. They don't remember who they are and have no idea how to use their powers.

'You are too used to leading trained soldiers who only need orders. These people aren't soldiers but civilians. What they need is a teacher. Someone who can show them the ropes and select for them a few spells according to the mission at hand.

'Most of them aren't mages and never practiced magic. Even with Lith's knowledge as a base, knowing and doing are completely different things.'

Like during one of his lessons, first Paax had given a demonstration of the spell and then he had his class follow through, using the chains to correct and guide those who stumbled.

There was no time or reason to wait for the Demons to understand the flow of magic since they would be gone after the mission. The Grandmaster pointed out the Demons' mistakes and gave them the solution right away.

'I see.' Locrias nodded, watching the sea of Demons expand as their numbers exceeded one thousand. 'But this wouldn't be possible if not for our allies drawing attention from us and buying us time. This is an abnormal situation.'

'There's nothing normal about this, kid.' Paax replied. _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}