Supreme Magus novel Chapter 113

The monster darted toward Lith faster than a bullet, tanking everything he threw at it. Burning Prison, Lith’s personal tier four spell conjured six fireballs, one above, one below and four around the creature, detonating at the same time.

The head exploded and regenerated, the limbs got turned to shreds but all the pieces managed to reattach themselves before the blast could scatter them away. Lightings burned its flesh and burst its heart, more icicles pierced its body that needles a pincushion.

None of it managed to even slow it down. Yet recovering from all that damage took its toll, the creature’s body had become thinner, while the talons fell, leaving the creature with just its fists.

Fists that struck Lith with the might of a titan, uncaring of his footwork and the technique he used to deflect part of their force. Despite being hardened by earth fusion, Lith’s right arm shattered at the ulna, the humerus and the radius.

Bone segments pierced the muscles and skin, the white of the bone glittering under the sun because of the blood dripping on them.

Lith got blinded by pain, his eyes watering like waterfalls, yet managed to remain conscious, once again being saved by his restless paranoia. He knew that being a true mage was not enough, that being prepared was not enough.

The new world was a big place, he was bound to meet sooner or later someone stronger than him, someone capable of hurting him for real.

Among his trial and error experiments on himself, he had learned how to use darkness magic to cut his pain receptors, an that’s what he did the moment he realized that all he had was not enough to stop a single punch of the monster of his own creation.

Lith also jumped sideways at the last second, borrowing the strength from the hit to put some distance between them. While flying through the air he kept casting as fast as he could, making all kind of spells rain down on his pursuer.

Even with only his left arm remaining, he managed to land another four explosions before the creature caught up, striking again, this time at his chest. Lith felt his ribcage collapse, spitting blood realizing that even breathing had become an excruciating torture.

The Raghul-thing lifted him by the neck, licking every single drop of the precious liquid, feeling its strength returning.

Both of them were wheezing, their expression distorted, but while Lith was desperate, Lith’s monster was triumphant, using its unnaturally long tongue to lap all the blood dripping from his face.

Lith used that precious moment to wave a final spell, and when the monster opened its mouth to tear his neck open, he managed to conjure an icicle inside it, so that when the jaw attempted to close on him, it pierced its tongue, palate and brain.

The creature didn’t care for it, not until realizing that not it could not bite. Then the monster simply grabbed and pulled the icicle out, uncaring for its own wounds, accelerating the decay process.

Its eyes withered and rolled into the skull, leaving only the red light of undeath behind.

The fangs finally bit Lith’s neck, blood sprayed out his jugular.

But then the jaw fell off, shortly followed by the creature’s right arm, holding the prey no more.

Lith’s monster emitted an angry gurgle, drool flooding its mouth, right before the whole corpse dried out and collapsed on the ground, turning into ashes.