Supreme Magus novel Chapter 952

Chapter 952.2 The Apprentice Surpasses the Master Part 1

"That's our cue, Byt." Xenagrosh said while a tier two Chaos magic spell opened a hole the size of a baseball in the vampire's chest. It destroyed her heart and killed Lethe on the spot.

"I'll protect the humans, you kill the undead." Xenagrosh jumped back, bringing Wren along with her on the stands.

"Who does what now?" Bytra was shocked seeing a wave of undead bodies belonging to all races flood the amphitheater while they emitted such an intense bloodlust that not even the Eldritch Abomination was immune to it.

"Kill them all!" Uria the White Lady had no plans to follow the rules of Xenagrosh's game and led her army against the humans.

A burly undead reached the humans' side with a single jump as he shapeshifted into a Grendel.

The creature in front of Xenagrosh was over 3 meters (10') tall and had a round head, with feral eyes as big as a saucer. It had bright red irises and vertical pupils that were filled with a mix of hate and spite.

Its body was entirely covered by a dirty brown thick fur, akin to that of a giant sewer rat. The Grendel's maw was lipless and so large that it was the entire lower half of his head. The mouth was filled with sharp, long fangs, each one about ten centimeters (4") long.

"A Grendel? What an amiable and rare pet you keep in here. It's like a small bird." Xenagrosh shapeshifted as well, turning into her Shadow Dragon form. "It fits in just one hand."

The Grendel froze in fear when he realized he had landed not on the floor but on a giant scaly hand. Xenagrosh's four red eyes were staring at him in amusement and each one of them was as big as the Grendel.

The Dragon's head scraped the ceiling of the cave while her claws dug deep into the ground that was forming craters under her feet due to her weight. Her wingspan covered the entirety of the amphitheater and prevented the undead from reaching the humans.

Xenagrosh killed the Grendel simply by clenching her hand and breathed a wave of purple Origin Flames that turned the first wave of assailants into puffs of smoke.

The undead stopped in their tracks, unable to believe their own senses nor to move a single muscle and the Hall fell silent for a second. After that, the stands full of humans burst into savage screams of joy as if it was just a football game and they were the fans of the winning team.

None of them had really believed in Dragons until that day, but seeing one appear in front of their eyes made all those teachings they barely remembered become deeply etched in their minds and hearts.

"We surrender. State your demands." Uria the White Lady said.

Unlike Lith, Xenagrosh only had two sets of eyes. The first set was where it was supposed to be and the second was horizontally lined up with the first on the Dragon's s snout, giving her a perfect peripheral vision.

"I have no demands. Palaron belongs to the Master, now. Your only choice is to either surrender and die or defeat one of us and survive." Her voice was a deep, guttural roar that shook the nerves of everyone who heard it.

"Are you saying that if we attack the other woman, you will not interfere?" Uria asked, receiving a nod in reply.