Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3256

Chapter 3256 Getting Creative (Part 1)

Jirni had pierced the densest nerve clusters and blocked the main neural pathways. Even with Ragnar?k gone, the needles paralyzed some of the Chronicler's main joints. Some, but not all.

Luckily for Ra'ntar, Jirni had been tasked with hurting the elf while keeping him alive so she had focused her efforts on his pain receptors and steered away from his vitals. Ra'ntar waited until the next nutrient potion restored a bit of his strength and tears from pain clouded his vision no more. Then, he infused his right arm with air fusion for speed, fire for strength, and water for flexibility, turning it into a flesh whip.

The Chronicler also called upon the Yggdrasill wood fragment fused with his body and focused it on his fingertips. The wood was still alive. It could grow, change shape, and move according to its master's will.

'Killing myself is not an option.' Ra'ntar thought. 'Between this gods-damned array and the healer woman focused on me, there's no way I can inflict myself a fatal wound she cannot heal. I have only one chance and if I waste it, I won't have another.'

With Jirni bent over the elf and her hands on his head to study his life force, she was well within Ra'ntar's striking range.

The elf's wooden fingertips became razor-sharp as his arm lashed toward her swollen belly. An unborn child was naturally weak and to save it the three women were bound to forget about the prisoner.

The cell's dimensional seal was already off and if Friya were to lose her focus, the Chronicler would need but a Blink to escape capture.

Jirni noticed the threat and so did Skywarp. The needles attempted to jump out of the elf's body and block the attack but Jirni stopped them. With Ragnar?k gone, the mana flow had changed and Jirni had to figure out a way to block it again.

Sweat beaded her face as she ignored her survival and maternal instincts while focusing on her job.

Bloodbind came out of Quylla's sleeves to intercept the flesh-whip. The forearm escaped its grasp by becoming thinner, smoother, and covering itself with sweat so that the chain links couldn't keep their hold.

The wooden' tip struck Jirni's womb with a wet sound, digging deep inside the flesh until it reached the pelvic bone.

Ra'ntar's pelvic bone.

The golden light had intercepted the blow and redirected it to the Chronicler's nether regions with a small Warp Steps.

"Nice try, jackass." Friya shut the Steps with the Dimensional Ruler spell, severing the arm at the elbow. "You're lucky I can't kick your ass until the procedure is over, but that doesn't mean I can't hurt you."

A snap of her fingers made a plate of delicious soup appear right outside Ra'ntar's remaining arm's reach. The smell wafted to the elf's nose, reminding him of how hungry he was and making his stomach growl. _{freēwebnovel.com}

Despair overwhelmed the pain from the needles as the Chronicler stretched toward the plate, missing it by a hair's breadth. Even from thousands of kilometers of distance, the World Tree shared Ra'ntar's distress and their battle prowess plummeted again.

The Chronicler grunted with effort, conjuring enough water magic to lift a few drops of soup and bring them to his mouth. Then, sparkles of golden light enveloped the soup that plopped back into the plate.

If not for the overwhelming advantage from the array field suppressing the enemies' strength and the world energy resisting their attempt to use bloodline abilities, the Chroniclers would have already lost the battle.

The army of Divine Beasts was outnumbered and outmatched but due to the waves of agony the elves shared with Ra'ntar, they could express only a fraction of their real strength.

'Ma'shol, get Elphyn Menadion and bring her away from here.'The World Tree said. Whatever means Verhen possesses to track her will alert him of Elphyn's disappearance and crush his focus.

'He will be forced to give her chase or just waste his time and allies' lives here to fight for nothing. Whatever he is planning, it requires stealth and speed. I don't understand his plans, but I don't need to in order to foil them.'

'Yes, my Liege.'Ma'shol replied. 'I'll keep Warping until Ra'ntar is rescued or dead. At that point, even if Verhen comes back with double this force, he'll find us ready.'

The Chronicler opened the prison's door and made the ceiling rise enough for her to walk comfortably.

"We are going away, Menadion. Don't oppose resistance or things are going to get ugly" Ma'shol said.

The tower couldn't be stored in a dimensional item because it was alive, it could only be carried. Giving Solus a host to dominate her had failed until that moment and there was no reason to think that a third attempt would go any differently. Especially now that the Fringe was under attack and more elves died by the second. With their haven invaded, the trust of the elves in the World Tree was at an all-time low. On top of that, the Librarians were scared that the conflict might reach their families and with their minds in a panic, Solus would have an easy time bending them to her will.