Supreme Magus novel Chapter 845

Chapter 845 Hard Times Part 1

Without communication amulets, it took Quylla’s group a while to assemble the rest of the mages and share their plan with them. The mages from the three great Countries moved ahead of the creatures’ path and used their spells to unearth the Sapling’s roots.

They were already rotting and sizzling from the inside due to Gremlik’s plague working its way toward the main body. All of the energy that the Sapling spent trying to block the infection only made the parasite more powerful, which was good news for the humans.

The mages cast their strongest darkness spells on the roots at the same time. Quylla waited for the others to be done, weakening the underground leviathan before unleashing her tier five spell, Black Light.

Normally, darkness magic would only affect the area where it struck.

Black Light, instead, used the light element to carry the darkness energy throughout its victim’s body. Not only did light magic allow its dark counterpart to spread as quickly as a healing spell, but it also enhanced darkness’ destructive power.

The light element forced the damaged tissues to heal, wasting the vitality they needed to resist the darkness element’s onslaught and inducing the same effects of prolonged starvation due to the consumption of nutrients.

Black Light caused a cycle of healing and destruction that doubled the speed with which its victim’s life force was sapped. Quylla didn’t have enough mana to affect an enemy that big, but the combined effect of Black Light, the parasite, and the other mages’ spells did the trick.

The root withered and died, causing to the Sapling a pain so great that the entirety of Laruel quaked. Leaves fell from the treetops as the tremors intensified to the point that it was impossible to stay upright.

Without their nourishment, the Grendelings first tried to sustain themselves by draining treehouses. Then, once the creatures discovered that their prey had been turned into regular trees, they started to fight against each other.

The mages targeted solely the strongest Grendeling, changing target as soon as the tides of battle turned. By always siding with the losing Grendelings, by the time a victor emerged, the last creature standing was half cannibalized.

It took them only a few more spells to put it down.

Meanwhile, Leannan was trying to use her tattoos to tap into the Sapling’s power and kill the invaders, but something was wrong. She couldn’t make the Sapling move nor access to any of its arrays, leaving her reinforcements still locked out of Laruel.

’First the undead, now the humans. Don’t you see that they are killing me? Why don’t you do something?’ The ancient plant folk asked.

Leannan cursed the Sapling’s betrayal and blocked Gremlik’s claws with her arm protector. Somehow, he had aimed them exactly at her weak point, the flower that acted as the core of her power.

"Nice armor." The Grendel was surprised by both her reflexes and equipment. Few were fast enough to match his speed and even fewer things could stop a Grendel’s mana infused claws.

Now that the ritual of the Chosen was over, she could finally use her artifacts again. Gremlik would have loved to employ his own as well, but among Grendels’ weaknesses, there was the inability to use magical items in their battle form.

By fusing their blood core with their bodies, they lacked even the magic spark necessary to activate an alchemical tool. The transformation altered even their energy signature so that the items that Gremlik had imprinted in his Dryad form didn’t recognize him as their master.