Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3305

Chapter 3305 Voice of Reason (Part 2)

At the same time, the Golems raised their Spirit Barriers and pushed their power cores to the limit to form an emerald wall to oppose the incoming prismatic light. The Tower Blade Spell devoured the World Tree's offensive and blasted through the Spirit Barriers without slowing down.

Extinction vaporized the Golems and pierced through the Yggdrasill's bark like paper. The wood beyond was still filled with magical treasures and mystical arrays that boosted its defense but fared no better.

The blazing wave of multi-colored mana emerged from the back of the Tree a split second after hitting the front, erasing entire elven villages from existence and ravaging everything the wave found on its path.

Extinction lit the sky like another sun and opened a fissure in the ground deep enough to reach Mogar's molten mantle. Only the barrier sealing the Fringe from the outside world halted the Tower Blade Spell's course but didn't stop it.

The hardened veil simply reflected the energy mass back, sending Extinction to strike the World Tree again, this time in the upper part. The Tower Blade Spell cut the Yggdrasill's branches and set their leaves ablaze, giving the Tree a look almost identical to a regular tree after a forest fire.

Almost because no tree would naturally bear a clean-cut hole nor was it big enough for the phenomenon to resemble a colossal mountain gallery. Lith and Solus could see on the other side of the Yggdrasill and so could the approaching forces.

Lith's allies had stopped advancing for the duration of Extinction, afraid that it was some last-ditch spell the World Tree had conjured against them. Once the Tower Blade Spell faded, the spontaneous truce between the two opposing factions lasted a few seconds longer.

The Brood and the Eldritch-hybrids were in shock and awe at the vision of what had become of the World Tree after the blinding flash of light. The Golems and the possessed elves, instead, were just paralyzed. _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}

The Yggdrasill was in too much pain to control the Golems any longer. As for the elves, without the influence of the World Tree, their minds had gone blank in abject terror.

The spells they had prepared faded and those they had imbued in their equipment fell apart into sparkles of mana. No elf aside from those who had the will and talent to become a Chronicler ever left the safety of the Fringe.

On the day of their first real battle, the elves had been forced to face Divine Beasts and creatures of legend of all sorts. They had seen people they knew for centuries die gruesome deaths, their champions turn into wooden slaves, and their villages burn all in a matter of minutes.

The rest of the populace trained in magic and martial arts only to keep alive the different traditions of the different tribes. They executed drills and spars from time to time, but the worst that had ever happened was a flesh wound.

On the day of their first real battle, the elves had been forced to face Divine Beasts and creatures of legend of all sorts. They had seen people they knew for centuries die gruesome deaths, their champions turn into wooden slaves, and their villages burn all in a matter of minutes.

If not for the Yggdrasill abusing their trust with the Great Assimilation, the elves would have long dropped their weapons and run for their lives. Which was exactly what they did after a few seconds passed and no one had yet stomped them to death.

'I can't believe I've been pushed into a corner like this.' The World Tree cursed their bad luck. 'I can still win but to escape the jaws of defeat I'm forced to put everything on the line.

'My chances at Guardianhood are going to decrease greatly but at least I'll have the power to kill all of my enemies!' With that thought, the Yggdrasill took a deep breath and used the world energy captured by Root Cause to form new auxiliary cores.

The secret of the white core was known to the World Tree's bloodline for generations now but none of them had ever thought about actually using it. Becoming a white core meant eternal life but also increased the chances of falling prey to eternal madness.

It meant cutting off the legacy of the First Awakened and uprooting the many elven tribes that relied on the World Tree for protection. All the knowledge stored in the libraries would be lost and the consequences for Mogar's balance unpredictable.