Supreme Magus novel Chapter 483

The Mad Queen tried to activate her Sword’s Ruler’s Will ability to cancel the blue flames, but to no effect. They didn’t consist of normal mana which she could assume control of, but of pure world energy ignited by a spark of Lith’s life force.

The Armor still protected her even from that kind of threat, yet she noticed that the flames’ intensity wasn’t dwindling over time. They ate at the Armor’s gravity sheath like it was their fuel, wearing down its pseudo core as it was forced to spend mana to keep its master safe.

Thrud activated the Frozen Heart spell stored within the cyan gemstones engraved on the blade. The tier five spell snuffed out the flames and attacked Lith at the same time.

He dodged it while keeping himself in her blind spot. His left hand conjured a cold gale as his right hand took control of the remaining energy of Frozen Heart, adding it to his own spell.

After beating Lith’s fire breath, the Sword’s spell was reduced to the intensity of a tier two chant. Lith and Solus worked together to weave their tier three water spell like it was tier five.

Its power would still be that of a tier tree, but by merging it with Frozen Heart’s remains, they took it up a notch and now their will flooded within the spell’s every fragment.

They didn’t just link their mana to the world energy to conjure the ice hail, they also continued to control it even after the mana was outside of their bodies, like they did with Necromancy spells.

Thrud countered it with Ruler’s Will as she prepared her new spell, but once again Arthan’s Sword failed her. The willpower Lith had infused the ice with repelled the Mad Queen’s, so that the razor sharp icicles struck her and interrupted her chant.

’Dammit, that sword is troublesome.’ Lith inwardly cursed. ’Controlling every single piece of ice required a lot of mental energy. It’s no wonder that tier five spells only create a small number of focus points. Splitting your will like that is exhausting.’

To add insult to injury, all of their efforts had barely resulted in a few more bruises. Tired of Arthan’s Armor’s interference, Lith unleashed a barrage of first magic spells.

None of them was strong enough to kill Thrud, but they were naturally infused with their caster’s will, making them impervious to Ruler’s Will. The Mad Queen cursed loudly as her spells were interrupted one after the other and her mana went to waste.

After Thrud’s timely Blink had messed up her plan, Jirni finally reached the two as she signaled Manohar to be ready to step in. Her plan, or rather, her gamble, would be difficult to pull and they only had one shot at it.

Her body enhancing potion was about to wear off, and once it did, taking another so soon would have reduced effects. Jirni was past her prime, but even if she was still young, her body would never be able to keep up with Thrud on its own.

’I don’t want my death to be just another statistic in this madness.’ She inwardly griped as she executed a leg sweep from the Mad Queen’s blind side. Thrud was thrown off balance, yet she didn’t care.

The hit had allowed her to pinpoint the enemy’s position. She swung her blade against the new threat and unleashed streams of lightning against them.

Exactly as Jirni had predicted. She held half of her needles in her right hand and the other half in her left as she used them as a pincer to grab hold of Arthan’s Sword and rip it from Thrud’s grip.

That was the easiest and yet the most dangerous part of her gamble. Usually, the needles Orion had Forgemastered for her were perfect lightning rods, able to protect her from that kind of attack.

Unfortunately, the electricity produced by the Sword had already proved to be able of ignoring her artifact. Jirni could only hope that with them being in direct contact with the enchanted blade, they could absorb most of the lightning before it had the opportunity to strike her.

Even with her iron will and rigorous training, Jirni was still human. There was only so much damage she could bear until it made her lose focus and her hold on her enemy’s weapon all at once.

Thrud’s fists were slightly bigger than his own, yet they hit like a sledgehammer. Her smug grin disappeared as she felt her full armor returning to its normal weight. _{freeweɓnøvel.com}