Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3660

"Good. Now disappear from my sight, worm." Jorl threw the wheezing Jormungandr on the ground and Orpal Warped him hundreds of kilometers away, where Akhton the Bastet was waiting for their latest recruit.

"Don't think I didn't enjoy the show, but why did you do that?" The Dead King asked.

"Why did I do what? Kick his ass? Man, you're even dumber than you look, which is a lot." Jorl sneered. _{freёweɓnovel.com}

"No, why did you say I'm stronger than you? Why did you praise me like that when we both know you don't believe a word you said?"

"I stand corrected." The Storm Griffon nodded. "You are less dumb than you look, but not by much."

People assumed Jorl was young due to his deep violet core, but he was over one thousand years old. He had been stuck at the bright blue until he accepted Orpal's offer, but not because he had spent his time idly.

In the attempt to break past the blue core, Jorl had trained his body and magic to their utmost limit. He had learned everything he could about the power of Life Maelstrom and Light Mastery, even begging his siblings for guidance when needed.

He had discarded his pride and devoted his soul to the task. He had failed, but the results of his constant efforts were undeniable. Even Night doubted that many Griffons even thrice his age could best Jorl.

They had spent their time building themselves a life, whereas he had lived for his ambition. It made his defeat at Sylpha's hand a humiliation that the Storm Griffon would die rather than admit.

Orpal had met Night just a few years ago and had discovered his powers as a Vurdalak recently. Without the assistance of the Horseman or Moonlight, he had no way to stand against Jorl, not even with his Davross equipment.

"Answer my question." Silence followed, and Meln found himself saying, "Please" with honesty for the first time in his life.

"Because you needed it, Meln." Jorl replied. "We needed it. Thrud has destroyed your reputation and without it, reaching our goals will be hard. Yet if even your 'generals' don't respect you, it will be impossible.

"I acted that way because I needed to nip Erion's attitude in the bud, or it would have spread to our troops. We need to present a united front and show everyone what you got if we want to have a chance of success.

"Don't bother denying your past failures because they are recorded in high definition and everyone on two continents has watched them several times. What you must do is show our potential allies that you've changed, even if we both know it's not true.

"You know how they say. It's not about the setbacks, it's about the comebacks."

"This still doesn't answer my question." Orpal replied. "Why are you helping me? Why do you care what others think of me? I don't remember bonding with you during our training, nor developing any feelings of brotherhood."

"Ah! Good one, Meln!" Jorl laughed with sincere amusement. "If you ever treated me like a brother, I would trust you even less than I do now. I know your history with your blood brothers and what you've done to them."

Orpal couldn't deny such cynical words, but he didn't lower his gaze either.

"Fine! I'm doing this for us. Or rather, for me." The Griffon raised his arms and rolled his eyes in frustration. "You are a piece of work, Meln Narchat, there's no denying that. Yet your powers are the real deal.