Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4459

Chapter 4459: Not Weak (Part 1)

So far, Faluel had managed to deflect crippling blows by conjuring explosive spells in front of the enemy’s weapons at the last second and detonating them at point-blank range.

The Hydra was immune to her own mana, and the ensuing shockwaves hurt her much less than the Adamant blades would. The Isharas, instead, took the full brunt of the explosions and were blown away, giving Faluel precious moments of respite.

"Come on, suckers. I can do this all day!" She lied through the teeth of her third head as it took a deep breath of Invigoration to replenish her mana and heal her body.

"That’s a game two can play!" A male Ishara lunged with his spear while his two team members regained their strength with their breathing techniques.

Faluel parried his thrust and intercepted the stinger of his tail with one of her mouths. She bit as hard as she could, her fangs pumping acidic venom into his tail. The Ishara grunted in pain and unleashed two more attacks with his pincers.

The Hydra blocked them as well, but she needed to extend two more heads, forcing herself into an uncomfortable stance. Just like the Isharas wanted.

"Got you, lizard!" The pincers of the Ishara focused the two Life Maelstrom-amplified spells he had conjured and shot them at Faluel.

She conjured the opposing elements to neutralize the threat, but the Ishara’s magic was much stronger and denser. His spells pierced through her defenses and hit her stumpy torso like sledgehammers.

The other two Isharas joined the attack as soon as the Hydra crashed to the ground and the air was squeezed out of her lungs.

"Weak." A rumbling metallic voice resounded as the volley of tier five spells rained down on Faluel.

She ignored the distracting voice and conjured the Hands of Menadion on top of two of her heads in the form of crowns. The artifact’s enchanted blades countered the elements imbued in every spell Faluel struck down, but she had only two blades to face the magical onslaught.

"Weak!" The voice roared louder as Gungnir lunged forward on its own and released part of the Blade Energy it had stored into a golden dome that shielded Faluel from harm.

"What the fuck?" Faluel allowed herself to stare at the glaive with one of her heads. "You can talk?"

"WEAK!" Gungnir’s battle cry manifested as a shockwave of air magic that pushed Faluel to her knees and the Isharas back. "Not weak! Not me!"

The glaive escaped her grip, bolting against the nearest Ishara while wreathing itself in a giant hard-light construct shaped like a Dragon.

"What is that?" The male Ishara could see with Life Vision that Gungnir held the power of an incomplete Blade Spell, but a Blade Spell nonetheless.

A fraction of that energy was enough to kill a Divine Beast if struck directly.

He Blinked away, but the Dragon construct was faster. The Ishara kept Blinking away from Faluel, but the conjured creature kept getting closer.

"Fuck!" Realizing he had no way out, the male Ishara conjured a powerful Spirit Barrier.

He also unleashed every spell he had at the ready against the conjured Dragon after boosting them with a spark of Life Maelstrom.

Great was his surprise when the roaring spheres of fire, darkness, and earth met no resistance as they hit the construct. The deadly spells phased through the shining Dragon harmlessly while Gungnir bolted forward unimpeded.

"Fuck! This thing is not a construct. It’s just a hologram!" The Ishara realized his lapse in judgment only when he struck at the Dragon’s maw closing on him and discovered it was an empty threat.

"Not weak! Not me!" Gungnir had wasted no mana in theatrics.

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