"Senior, what are you doing?!" Ery shouted, stunned by the sudden onslaught.
Roran, the Serpent Supre, moved with lightning speed, his serpentine form gliding effortlessly as he closed the distance. Caught off guard and unable to evade in ti, Ery was forced to conjure his defensive spell, [Aegis of Void], in a desperate attempt to block the attack.
CRACKK!!!
The barrier shattered instantly under the force of Roran's powerful palm strike. Though it failed to hold, it provided Ery just enough ti to retreat a few steps and activate his transformation.
[Twilight Transformation]
"Good! Show your best move!" Roran roared, clearly enjoying the challenge.
Roran's imnse experience, honed over thousands of years, made him a formidable opponent. His mastery of laws and supre-level skills was unmatched, and his powerful soul only added to his strength. However, his magus-level body remained a potential vulnerability—a chink in the armor that Ery could exploit.
To match Ery's transformation, Roran activated his [Nightmare Hydra] form, causing multiple serpents to erupt from his back, each one coiling and striking with terrifying force.
BAMM!! BAMM!! BAMM!!
The two clashed with ferocious intensity, the ground shaking beneath their feet as their powers collided. The air crackled with energy, the sheer magnitude of their battle sending shockwaves throughout the palace.
The intense battle quickly drew the attention of the palace's residents. Magus Silica was the first to arrive, leading a squad of palace guards, but she quickly assessed the situation and knew they stood no chance of joining such a battle.
"Stay back!" Ery commanded, knowing that even with their combined strength, they stood little chance against Roran.
A typical Full Moon magus wielded around 500 battle power, but both Ery and Roran were far beyond that average. Their rank 9 half-blood transformations and secret techniques elevated their strength to levels few could comprehend. Ery, however, found himself at a disadvantage—without the aid of his Khaos Guardian, he was forced to rely solely on his sword to counter Roran's relentless onslaught.
The room shook with each strike, the air thick with the crackling energy of their powers colliding. Ery's focus was razor-sharp, his sword dancing in defensive arcs, yet Roran's fierce attacks kept him on the back foot.
Just as the battle seed poised to escalate further, the arrival of Grand Magus Fantas and Shena caused a sudden shift. Their presence, along with the tension in the room, seed to compel Roran to cease his attack.
"Aahh... what a sha..." Roran sighed, his disappointnt evident.
Ery, still on edge and struggling to contain his frustration, tightened his grip on his blade. "Senior… what do you think you are doing!?" he demanded, his voice laced with anger and confusion.
Roran's antics had pushed Ery to the limit. He couldn't understand why his senior had launched such a sudden and intense attack. The air between them crackled with unresolved tension, as Ery awaited an explanation.
By the ti Roran spoke again, he had already reverted from his serpent form. "Ahh... relax," he said with a nonchalant wave of his hand. "I was just testing whether you were the real one or just a clone." He paused for a mont, allowing his words to sink in, before adding with a sly grin, "And to answer your question... the one you saw at your grand opening was my clone."
His words caught Ery off guard, and the tension in the room shifted from battle-ready to cautious curiosity. Roran turned his attention to the two grand magus, who were still on edge, their eyes locked on the Serpent Supre. "You may leave," Roran said dismissively, his tone carrying an air of authority. "We're having a private discussion."
The two grand magus hesitated, their gazes flicking between Ery and Roran. It wasn't until Ery gave a slight nod of approval that they finally relented, exiting the room with wary glances over their shoulders.
As soon as they were alone, Ery turned to Roran, his voice tinged with frustration. "What do you want?" Roran, completely at ease, casually walked over to one of the chairs and made himself comfortable "Well, I was sort of interested in that mysterious power of yours…."
Ery's eyes narrowed. "Was? ...Not anymore?"
Roran's eyes glead with a mix of curiosity and calculation as he continued, "Yes, I'm guessing your secret power cos from a primordial wisp of darkness… a very powerful one." His tone was as if he had already pieced together Ery's secrets. "Such power could save decades of effort in restoring this body to its forr peak," he explained, a hint of desire in his voice. But then, with a casual shrug, he added, "Unfortunately, I'm terrible with space magic, so it's not exactly compatible with ."
His gaze sharpened, and the relaxed air around him shifted to sothing more intense. "That doesn't an it's useless, though… but I've decided that you, Ery, are more useful to than that wisp."
Ery tensed his guard fully up. "What do you an?" he asked, his voice steady, but his mind racing to understand Roran's intentions.
Roran leaned forward slightly, his expression thoughtful. "Let's just say I'm satisfied with the progress you're making on the Supre Gene Project."
Ery's surprise was masked by his caution, but he listened intently. Roran continued, "In less than a month, under your direction, the project has advanced more than it has in the last 20 years. I also have no intention of rushing and breaking through to the Supre Realm before this project is complete. Your work is saving more ti than forcefully taking that wisp."
Ery, trying to leverage the situation, replied, "Good, I guess you should reward instead."
Roran laughed, a deep, knowing sound. "Hahaha, kid... don't think I don't see through you. You want this project to succeed just as much as I do. Letting you handle it is reward enough, don't you think?"
Ery felt a pang of frustration, realizing that the old snake was too cunning to be easily manipulated. But he wasn't ready to give up. "You've seen for yourself how much trouble I have with the Nephilim. I'm afraid I won't survive long enough to finish this project if they co after ."
Roran paused, his expression thoughtful as he weighed Ery's words. After a mont, he spoke. "I suppose you have a point..."
With that, he reached into his robe and pulled out a dark dallion, intricately carved with the image of a nine-headed serpent. He tossed it to Ery, who caught it mid-air. "If you ever find yourself in serious trouble, you can force my foolish son to help you. This dallion grants you a position equivalent to an outside elder. And if the Nephilim decide to wipe you and your people out... well, you can always migrate to our Cerulean zone and claim one of our planets... it's in the neutral zone so... I bet they won't be interested to chase you there."
Ery examined the dallion closely, a spark of interest in his eyes. "Why would I need this when I have your word? Are you going sowhere?"
Roran nodded, "Yes, I won't be around. I'll be focusing on my breakthrough for at least 10 years…"
This was a relief for Ery. Roran's presence had always been a source of stress, and the idea of him being preoccupied with his own affairs was a welco change. The dallion, on the other hand, could prove invaluable in his absence.
But Ery wasn't done pushing his advantage. "You ntioned you're here to return the favor. Now that you're leaving, how can you do that?"
"...."
Roran fell silent for a mont, then, to Ery's surprise, he burst into laughter. "Hahaha… good… very good. I thought that foolish Alpha king only chose you because of your blood… but your shalessness, now that's sothing worthy of our serpent family. Yes, I have a smart in-law indeed!!"
Ery was caught off guard when Roran suddenly cut off his own left arm. Before he could react, Roran cast a spell that transford the severed limb into a perfect clone of himself, indistinguishable in appearance and speech.
"This is a true clone technique," Roran said, his tone almost casual. "Learn this, and you won't need to sneak around with your space magic anymore."
Ery was stunned. He knew there were several true clone techniques, but most were grand magus, tier 8 level, and not particularly useful for half-bloods who have unique bodies. What Roran demonstrated was different. It was his own creation, a technique inspired by the hydra's innate regeneration. The prerequisites—high-tier bloodline and strong soul force—were demanding, but they were qualities Ery possessed.
Roran's clone would remain with Ery to teach him the technique. However, it ca with a strict tiline. The clone's lifespan was only two weeks. If Ery couldn't master the technique within that ti, he'd have to let go of the opportunity.
"Alright then, I hope you can complete the project before I co out of seclusion," Roran said before leaving him in peace.
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