Supreme Magus novel Chapter 382

"Stand up, vermin." With a snap of Lith’s fingers, the two marauders’ corpses came back to life, sending the whole room into a panic.

"Last chance. Face against the wall or die." Most of the slaves took those words as their cue. They tossed away the food trays they were holding, jumped off the lap of their masters, or just stopped standing like dolls and rushed to the nearest wall.

Whoever tried to stop them was struck by an ice bullet in the middle of the forehead and raised from the grave.

"You can’t be serious!" One of the leaders, a muscular man almost 2 meters (6’7") tall, stood up with an indignant expression on his face and a huge enchanted great sword in his hand.

"Mage or non mage, there’s thirty of us and just one of you. You can’t hope to come out of here alive!"

"And you shouldn’t have roasted a whole pig." Lith’s reply made no sense until the dead beast stood up from the giant silver tray it was resting upon with red glowing eyes. It crashed the apple in its mouth and jumped at the burly man’s throat.

Fear and surprise got the best of him, giving the undead pig the moment it needed to bite its prey’s neck. One fell and yet a few seconds later two stood up.

Some of the marauders couldn’t stand that madness anymore. Taking advantage of the distance from the mad Ranger, they jumped against the nearest window in an attempt to save their own lives.

They landed on the snow covered ground with thick glass shards piercing their exposed skin. They gritted their teeth to withstand the pain and the cold invading their bodies when the groups of undead that Lith had left on watch obeyed their master’s order.

Three against one wasn’t a fight but a massacre. The first undead would aim for the limbs, the second would stab at the chest, and the last would make the head roll. Blood spurts stained the pristine snow while painting the outside of the building red.

The dining hall was silent, so the sounds of battle and gurgling death cries resounded like thunder.

"I’m not alone, by the way." Lith explained with a smirk.

"All your comrades who are not here didn’t run away, they joined my cause. I made them an offer they couldn’t refuse." He pointed at the undead that now stood in front of the slaves ready to protect them.

The female leader glanced through the window behind her making a quick estimate of her odds of survival.

’He is still just one man. Superior Necromancy is not something a greenhorn can learn. Once the Ranger is dead, his minions will be stringless puppets.’ She thought.

"There’s no need to fight. We managed to reach an agreement with your predecessor, I don’t see why it should be any different this time." She said while gesturing under the table, giving the other leaders the order to step away from the windows and take out their wands.

Lith had no idea what the signals meant, but thanks to Life Vision he didn’t miss the sudden appearance of the Alchemical items.

’Be careful, those wands are military grade. Maybe even a goodbye gift of their late associate.’ Solus said. ’With a blue core you can overpower weak spells, but the peak of tier three is still beyond your abilities.’