Supreme Magus novel Chapter 945

Chapter 945 Hostile Takeover Part 1

With her host reduce to a pile of ashes, Night emitted an ear-piercing wail and then Warped away, unable to stand anymore the shame of having her crystal form exposed. The black crystal known as the Black Night reached Baba Yaga’s hut, seeking her family’s comfort.

Unlike Dawn, despite being centuries old, Night still took defeat with the same grace of a spoiled brat.

Balkor was still in Othre, incapable of averting his eyes from the aftermath of Chaos Eater. He could have sworn that Manohar had smiled at him one last time before Night’s scream shattered the god of healing’s decrepit body.

Age had made it so frail that even a gust of wind would have killed Manohar and Night’s temper tantrum had the fury of a storm.

"Your insanity was only matched by your bravery, Manohar. I may be the last man standing, but this victory belongs to you. Thank you." Balkor gave the puddle of bones and skin a deep bow with his eyes closed.

He didn’t pray for Manohar’s soul because he knew there were no gods listening. Otherwise, they wouldn’t allow people like Night to exist nor things like what happened to his village to take place.

"No, thank you. I haven’t learned so much since my first day of academy. This was a highly instructive experience." An annoying, familiar voice said.

Manohar came out of his hiding place, behind Night’s heavily enchanted throne.

"When did you..." Balkor was flabbergasted, staring at him with eyes wide open.

"After she hit me in the head, I realized that without a fancy armor I was cannon fodder. So, I had a construct filled with mana and life force take my place while you two were so busy showing off your mad skills. Thanks for the tip about that Life Vision-thingy, by the way." Manohar cut him short.

"Man, I swear that this time I’ll remember to send a gift basket to Lith. Without his anatomy lessons and his spell, I would never be able to make life-like constructs like that."

It wasn’t the first time the Mad Professor expressed good resolutions toward Lith, but he would usually forget about them the moment he had a brilliant idea, which happened quite often.

"You dirty son of a... Who’s Lith and since when you can add colors to your light projections?" Balkor asked.

"Lith Verhen, a nice guy. You should have heard about him, he’s got a lot of titles for someone his age, but not so many as us. The magical beasts call him Scourge while the nobles you hate so much call him the harbinger of ruin.

"After surviving his encounter with the Bright Day, the undead refer to him as the blackest knight, whatever that means. As for the colors, since forever. I just never bother adding them because it’s useless." Manohar said.

"I don’t care about that crap. If you were alive and well, why that body aging trick? I thought you were dead!" Balkor stated his question so that Manohar couldn’t avoid it with more ramblings.

"Well, that was the whole point." Manohar shrugged. "You thought I was dead and so did Night. If she decided to stay and fight, I wouldn’t have lasted long. I’m only human, whereas she’s immortal and you are kind of Awakened.

"Dying for a mission would’ve been stupid and I don’t deal in stupid. By the way, we better bail before someone comes. I’ve got two more branches of the Undead Courts to take down and you need to rest, old man." Manohar said while pointing at the hole in the ceiling Supernovas had opened.

The flash had probably been visible for kilometers.

"You used me, putting my life at risk while you pretended to fight by my side. The next time we meet, I will make sure to return the favor." Balkor laughed at himself.