Supreme Magus novel Chapter 573

City of Zantia, now.

"You heard my master. I can’t stay here a second longer." Deraniel had packed everything so fast that when he was ready to depart, Pelion had yet to complete his Warping array.

With the strength of the four remaining Awakened, it was powerful enough to at least Warp him past the storm they had previously fueled and were now unable to control.

"I would leave in a hurry if I were you. If the Wyrmling contacts his master, both Pelion and Ailia are in danger. He has seen your faces. The Ranger must have powerful connections with magical beasts to summon the aide of the Lord of the region."

All of those present shuddered at the memory. If both master and disciple were capable of using Origin Flames, there was no telling what Forgemastering marvels they had access to.

"I don’t care about the Church of Madmen, nor about Zantia. As long as we are alive, there’s always next year." He walked through the Gate, leaving them to wonder if their plan of using the Ranger as their main ingredient had actually been a mistake.

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A cave near the southern border of the Kellar region.

After receiving the apologies from the two Awakened humans of the Blood Desert, Xedros the Wyvern, the Emperor Beast ruling over the region immediately called his dear friend, Faluel the Hydra.

"I just heard the strangest thing. It seems a Wyrmling is protecting my territory, yet all of my children have long since left and it’s been decades since I’ve mated with a human. Is him one of yours?" He asked.

She was the only other draconic Emperor Beast he knew in the Griffon Kingdom who could have spawned such a powerful creature.

A Wyrmling was the offspring of a dragon or a lesser dragon with a member of another race. A hybrid who was forced to choose the race he would belong to before reaching the twenty years of age.

One of the Hydra’s seven scaly snake heads squinted her eyes, trying to remember when it was the last time she had copulated with a human while her other heads kept sleeping like logs.

Among the various species of Emperor Beasts, Hydras were considered part of the lesser dragons. _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}

They had a stocky lower body with four short legs and a heavy tail. Both were necessary to balance their long, serpentine necks ending with a snake-like head the size of a muscle car.

Hydras’ number of heads varied with their power and age. A newborn had two, whereas the most powerful of them could grow up to seven heads. Each head was capable of independent thought and casting its own spells.

Ancient Hydras were almost unbeatable thanks to the explosive attack strength they could achieve by alternating physical and magical attacks from seven different sources. Their weakness and strength overlapped, though.

Seven heads also meant seven times the energy consumption. No matter how many heads they had, they all belonged to a single Hydra, after all. If not careful, they would exhaust their mana and stamina in just a few seconds.

Unlike Wyverns, they weren’t able to use Origin Flames nor to fly without a spell, so they were considered among the weakest of the lesser dragons.

Faluel was still half asleep, so it took her a while to understand what the Wyvern was saying. She hated cold in general and winter in particular. She lived in the Distar Marquisate, yet even its climate was too rigid for her tastes.

She liked to spend the cold season asleep unless it was strictly necessary otherwise.

Her nest was located under the Black Scar, one of the rare mountains in the south of the Griffon Kingdom which took its name from the obsidian rocks covering most of its surface.