Supreme Magus novel Chapter 542

Trou’Bleskamuz roared in triumph. He had endured all those painful spells to make sure that his enemy would end exactly in that corner of the room. Agility and cunning meant nothing inside such a confined space, only strength mattered and he still had enough to uproot trees with just one hand.

The Balor was done underestimating the human. He jumped forward while swinging his giant fists down like hammers on Lith’s left and right to cut off his escape routes. At the same time, his blue eye glowed with mana, making the icicles extend further.

The trap was complete, the Ranger’s only choice was how he wanted to die, by fist, bite, or skewering.

Lith Switched them at the last second, making the ice spear that had been prickling his back pierce through Trou’Bleskamuz’s blue eye, brain, and skull. The Balor’s body spasmed several times, gurgling blood from the several puncture wounds the rest of the ice spears had caused.

’That was close.’ Lith sighed while cutting Trou’Bleskamuz’s head off with the Gatekeeper, just to be safe.

’The Balors are way too strong to face them head on and their eyes are weapons of mass destruction also capable of fine control over the elements. I almost fell for his mindless brute act, but unfortunately for him, I too like to be underestimated.

’Using my own conjured water against me was a smart move, exactly what I would have done in his shoes. That’s why I used a tier five spell that used both water and darkness magic.

’Once the water was imbued with his mana it couldn’t hurt him, but the darkness was still mine. His lack of understanding of how tier five spells work was the deciding factor in his defeat.’

The barrage of spells Lith had employed while backstepping wasn’t meant to harm to the Balor so much as to keep him focused on Lith and not notice the black veins tainting his own spell.

Lith used Invigoration to return to his peak condition while waiting for Ratpack and studying Trou’Bleskamuz’ corpse. It didn’t turn into smoke, allowing Lith to store him inside his pocket dimension.

’Now let’s hope this master is a reasonable guy, otherwise I’ll call the army and I’ll have them make this whole thing collapse.’ Lith thought.

\"I found him! I found master!\" Ratpack’s voice was brimming with joy. He was holding an old battered skull with several teeth missing and cracks along its surface.

\"Oh great, another lich!\" Lith said while rolling his eyes. The undead had a life force weaker than a regular human while his blood core despite being almost completely red was reduced to the size of a pea.

\"Nice to meet you, my name is Scourge. Do you have the strength to explain to me what’s going on?\" Lith’s magical beast name was his best alias available. Even in their evolved forms animals despised undead.

They would never sell out one of their own in case the lich attempted something funny.

\"Of course, dear Scarge.\" Lichs didn’t have any brainpower to waste, so they would rarely care for names. Especially if they belonged to an existence as fleeting as a human.

\"It’s so good to hear a voice which isn’t mine or Trouble’s. Is he already dead or can I have the pleasure of inflicting him with some pain, Forge?\" The red light of undeath animating the eyes stared in delight at the blood spattered on the walls.

\"Trouble is dead. Do you mind introducing yourself and telling me what happened?\" Lith had a hard time not laughing. Between the lich’s weakened state and his memory, Lith’s real identity was airtight.