Chapter 2660 Glass Cannon (Part 2)

As for Faluel, one head countered the gravity field, one head healed her wounds, one head dealt with the arrows coming at her, two heads counterattacked the elven formations, and the final two showered M’Rael respectively with acidic venom and a tier five Spirit Spell.

‘Are you kidding me? How can Hydras be listed at the bottom of the Lesser Dragons?’ M’Rael combined the Library and Workshop to conjure a Davross shield that took the brunt of the damage.

‘They are glass cannons.’ A prolonged pang forced the Tree to answer the question. ‘Her body is enduring seven times the mana abuse a normal Awakened would. In a while, she will collapse.

‘Until then, however, she’s worth seven bright violet-cored Awakened on her own.’

‘How long is “a while”?’ The High Chancellor inwardly cursed.

‘Usually, not much. With the Life Maelstrom and the Royal Fortress armor, however, long enough.’

M’Rael cursed again, wishing he could use tower tier spells. Sure, he had the tower but the Tree knew none that they could teach him, M’Rael lacked the skill to create one on the fly, and Solus answered every one of his questions with long-winded explanations.

She used abstruse terms whenever she could and mixed Odi words and English since her “master” had never specified in what language he wanted the answer. The only true weapons left to M’Rael were the empowering effects of the tower and the Master Mirror from the Mirror Hall.

It boosted and amplified his spells, bringing them above the bright violet core but not enough to deal with Faluel, Ajatar, and Lith at the same time.

Alas, that was if one considered his magical prowess by itself.

‘Then I only have to take out the Hydra first.’ The High Chancellor wielded the Fury in his right hand, the Sage Staff in his right, and mixed multiple spells inside the Sage Crown.

Faluel quickly shapeshifted into her hybrid humanoid form to not offer a big target and wielded her enchanted glaive, Strife. That along with the Life Maelstrom coursing through her was supposed to give her a great edge against a violet-cored elf.

Menadion’s tower boosted his core and body and, in its battle form, the tower had fused with Solus’ Voidwalker armor, turning it into an exoskeleton. The armor now increased M’Rael’s mass and accompanied every one of his movements with the vigor from the world energy it drew from the Fringe.

It gave the elf a mass akin to a Divine Beast and a physical prowess that far exceeded his mana core. To make matters worse, there was also the gap in their weapons.

Faluel was a great Forgemaster and Stife was an outstanding weapon but it couldn’t compare with Menadion’s masterpiece, especially after Salaark had updated and forged it herself.

The Davross head channeled the power of the tower to perfection, each strike as heavy as it was precise. The Hydra would have had the range advantage if not for M’Rael using the Sage Staff to block and conjuring the Davross shield to intercept the attacks he missed.

To make matters worse, the Eyes were quickly deciphering Faluel’s spells as soon as she started weaving them, taking away the effect of surprise and giving him the time to weave counters.

“Thief!” The Voidfeather roared, unleashing a barrage of spells that M’Rael nullified with the Hands of Menadion.

Or rather, he tried. The moment he negated one element, the spells changed their nature. The Eyes allowed him to keep up with the changes but Faluel didn’t let him focus enough to anticipate them.

That and the Drake and the Tiamat were charging at him from behind.

M’Rael’s eyes went wide in fear and his jaw opened in a silent scream. Then, when he was about to be overpowered, he dropped the mask and a smug grin appeared on his face.