Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3807

Chapter 3807: Warrior Spirit (Part 2)

The act was simple on paper, but every warrior knew that survival was the first and foremost instinct of those who stepped on the battlefield. Handling that much power and dealing such a precise blow required a focus that only someone with a clear mind could muster.

On top of that, the soldiers didn’t miss that even the way the nameless warrior had died mattered. His pack members had shed their blood for him during his final journey, and now his blood covered them all.

Monsters, humans, elves, and undead carried his remains and had been entrusted by the dead Hati with his will to fight.

’What a noble race.’ The elves thought while nocking three arrows at a time and preparing a combination of spells.

’I can’t believe that if I get to return home alive, I’ll owe it to a monster.’ The humans thought, raising their wands.

’I accept your warrior will, Hati.’ The undead thought while absorbing whatever life force was left in the corpse’s fragments despite its disgusting taste. ’Become a part of me and fight by my side until our essences are consumed.’

As for the Wargs and Hatis, they received more than blood and guts.

They shared the nameless warrior’s fear, pain, and regret for everything he would never experience. They accepted everything he had been and would never be with open arms, howling in grief and fury as they fell into a berserker rage.

"Forward!" Only the elite warriors among the Hati tribe answered Syrah’s angry call.

Each one of them could hold the power of up to a hundred members of the pack and received the same blessings as their Queen. The rest of the Warg and Hati remained in the backlines, weaving spells for the warriors.

Distance didn’t matter for their race. They were ready to take upon themselves any wound a warrior may suffer and spend their own mana so that their champions could keep fighting.

The Wargs and Hati considered themselves expendable, but not useless. Their sacrifice would bring the pack victory and buy everyone a place under the sun to call home.

Syrah took point in an arrowhead formation, punching Ruugat while he was still recoiling from the nameless warrior’s blow. The rest of the Hati champions hit like a wave, each building on the momentum of those who had preceded them.

The lost city staggered, flaying his arms in a clumsy attempt to resist the impacts.

"Well done, doggies." Dawn snarled. "Leave the rest to us!"

The Lightpillar spells struck a defenseless and off-balance Ruugat before he could conjure more earth element, bringing him to his knees. The seven-man units of Awakened rained Silverwing’s Annihilations on him, pulverizing stone and melting Adamant.

Elves released volleys of arrows imbued with tier five spells while the human soldiers discharged their wands in a hail of fire and wind, both amplified by the Blood Maelstrom before reaching their target.

At the same time, the mages conjured powerful arrays on Ruugat’s massive body instead of wasting their mana in spells that wouldn’t amount to more than a mosquito bite.

"Not bad, but this is far from enough!" The lost city finally stood up, his body already shrouded with an orange aura whose brilliance grew by the second.

"You’d be right if this were all we got. We haven’t even started yet!" The two Lightpillar spells merged with Dawn’s arms, and the constructs’ ends tapered until they didn’t resemble pillars anymore.

Armed with two colossal jousting lances, the Horseman spurred Sunrise in a blinding charge. The constructs had the mass and power to hurt Ruugat while their brightness made it hard to spot the Horseman as she slipped back and forth along the lances to adjust her grip.

"Get out of my house, you bastard!" Vladion slipped off Sunshine’s back and struck with his Davross’ blade, Primordial Thirst.

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