Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3275

?Chapter 3275 Sacrifice for Power (Part 2)

Jirni raised her visor to flash a soft smile at the Puppet's bark. "This is going to screw with your focus while this is going to make it last longer."

She placed her armored palm on the main body of the Puppet and sent waves of vitality into it.

"What are you doing?" The Yggdrasill's voice had lost its arrogance.

Using Invigoration on the sprout energized its wood but did nothing to sate its hunger. It only made its perceptions more vibrant, including the progressive withering from starvation.

The worst part was that with all those nutrients right below the sprout, one sip would be enough to stop the hunger.

One sip and the game would start anew.

"Making sure there's no peaceful slipping into oblivion." Jirni replied.

"You are a monster!" Aalejah and the Yggdrasill said in unison.

"Thanks, dear." She giggled like a little girl. "Since you know so many things and we are stuck together for a while, why don't you start telling me something I don't know?"

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Inside the Yggdrasill's Fringe, at the same time as Ra'ntar turned into a Puppet.

Free from the pain of Jirni's torture, the World Tree found their focus again and bet everything they had to fortify their position before something else happened.

"That crazy Ernas woman and Ripha Menadion forced my hand. I need to win and to do it quickly!' The Yggdrasill thought as all of their Chroniclers turned into Wooden Puppets. It boosted their link with the Wood Golems, made them immune to fear, pain, and tiredness. Now, even if one of the white cores found the elf hidden inside a Golem or if the Divine Beasts destroyed one with a Silverwing's Annihilation, the elf wouldn't die. As long as one splinter of a Puppet remained, the World Tree could regenerate them. The Fringe was full of fertile ground the Golems could draw upon to endlessly restore their pilot.

The Chroniclers had gained the regenerative abilities of the Fae at the price of their free will and, in time, their life.

'Regaining the trust of the elves after assimilating so many of them will take a long time but I'll worry about that later. They are greedy creatures and as long as I offer them enough compensation, they'll overlook my transgression. What matters now is to win!' The Yggdrasill had turned the Chroniclers into Wooden Puppets and Awakened the elves in order to override their weak minds and made them focus on the battle.

The Librarians and the rest of the elves not only had their strength and magical prowess boosted from the bright blue to the deep violet, but they were also uncaring of their burning villages. The Yggdrasill's roots that kept their bodies from blowing apart also hijacked their senses.

Now even normal elves followed the will of the World Tree like cogs in a machine that took any form the Yggdrasill wanted. They wouldn't even hesitate to throw their lives away if so their master desired.

As for the Wood Golems, they didn't need to connect to form anti-Guardian spells anymore. Baba Yaga, Silverwing, and Dawn kept blowing Golems apart just to see them rebuild themselves in a matter of seconds.

The Yggdrasill's roots and world energy of the Fringe fueled them endlessly, making even the deadliest of wounds just a temporary distraction. _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}

Yet that wasn't the worst.