Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3555

"Is there something Verhen can’t do once he puts his mind to it?" An Archduke pondered.

"Why did those filthy criminals go unnoticed until our Supreme Magus stepped in?" Many angry commoners commented while reading the official reports. "We know the nobles are useless but at least the army and the Association should be more demanding on their so-called elites.

"Instead, their ranks are full of incompetent idiots!"

"I fucking knew it!" The Dead King cursed in many dead languages. "Leech really was away from Lutia. An opportunity like this doesn’t present itself often. If only I were done training, I would have gotten one step closer to my revenge."

"And if wishes were horses, beggars would ride." Jorl scoffed. "You can only blame yourself for your lack of talent and time. If you had given me everything I asked you, I wouldn’t have withheld most of my knowledge."

The Storm Griffon had already reached the deep violet but wasn’t willing to give out his most prized secrets about Life Maelstrom until Orpal upholded his end of their bargain.

"Yeah, right." Orpal scoffed. "Then what would have stopped you from turning your back on me and maybe even selling me to your kin just to make a good impression on your mother and be taken back into her fold?"

"I’m not going to lie to you, the thought crossed my mind." Jorl took a deep breath of Accumulation, enjoying the feeling of his growing strength. "But I can’t trust my brethren more than I can trust you.

"I know my mother. She might as well kill you, shake my hand, and then kick me out of the Kingdom anyway. I don’t need a pat on the back. I want my treasures back." By the way, I expected better from the fabled Black Night.

"Even with her help, your comprehension of the Life Maelstrom’s techniques I explained to you is barely at the level of a Griffon cub."

’Tell him to shut the fuck up.’ Night snarled. ’I deal in death, not in life. Life Maelstrom is the farthest thing from my area of expertise we gained from Dusk’s crystal.’

"I too expected better from Night." Orpal ignored her. "That’s why I accepted your conditions. I need you alive. For now."

"Don’t make me laugh." Jorl sneered. "I’m still stronger than you by a wide margin. Sure, you are a deep violet-cored Divine Beast like me, but you know nothing of your powers while I’ve mastered mine.

"If not for that mage tower, I’d consider you a joke."

’Tell him I agree with him, Poopie.’ Night laughed in Orpal’s face.

’Shut the fuck up!’ He inwardly snarled.

"And now, we’re going to see whether your word is actually worth something or you are nothing but hot air like everyone says." Jorl ignored the Dead King’s grimace and stepped closer to the borders between Leegaain’s and Tyris’ turfs.

"Wait!" Orpal swallowed hard, having no confidence about his claims the Vurdalak bloodline would eclipse the Griffon’s. "Transform into an Upyr first. I gave you only a taste of my blood and your condition is temporary. You are still a Griffon and your mother might perceive you."

"You sure like playing it safe for someone who talks so big." Jorl snorted but followed Orpal’s advice.

He consumed most of the Vurdalak blood in his body, triggering a radical transformation. His yellow eyes turned red while his feathers and fur became jet black. Two small horns came out of his head and two membranous wings popped out of his back.

A yellow and a silver flame floated above Jorl’s head, moving in slow orbits.

"I don’t like this power." Jorl’s voice was a slow growl filled with bloodlust. "It feels… wrong. Like something that’s not supposed to exist."

The Storm Griffon’s estimate hit so close to home that it upset Night.