Supreme Magus Legion20 Novels & Stories

Standing before Orabella was Lucifer Agma, the esteemed leader of the foremost legion among the ten ace legions of The Light Council. His rank was exceptionally high within the council. Rumor had it that only the Pope surpassed him in authority, making him the second most influential person in the council. The Light Legion, led by him, was the strongest of the ten elite legions. Despite having only a hundred thousand soldiers, it remained unbeatable wherever it ventured. Lucifer regarded Orabella with a calm expression and smiled. "Your concern for him piques my interest even more."

After a moment of deliberation, the High Mage raised his hand, silencing the whispers. "We recognize the direness of your situation, Rey and Luna. The Mages of Light have long upheld their duty to safeguard the realm, and we shall not waver in this hour of need," the High Mage declared. "We will lend our powers and knowledge to your cause. But be warned, the forces of darkness grow stronger with each passing day. The path ahead is fraught with danger, and the sacrifices will be great."

"As such, the quest was abandoned, and when the new king found out about the founder king's superstitions, he decreed the disbandment of the Cerulean Summit Legion. "Unbeknown to him, Siger Jaric, the general of the Cerulean Summit Legion, had been affected by the Shagan spiritron vein. The legion hence lived in secret, doing the spiritron vein's bidding as it awaited the arrival of a new, suitable master. "They took steps to ensure that they were well-hidden as their influence grew. At this point, they had become too strong that those above couldn't hope to control them, but this emblem guaranteed their obedience."

Rector said with a chuckle and a wink. “Well my lords, not entirely” Rowina said, standing up, once again raising her hand, “I once read stories about a Grand Magus who once communed with spirits in the dark realm, who then showed him glimpses of what it would look like if the necromancers Gargaroth and Telagus were not defeated.” “That is a myth” Rector replied with a head shake and small chuckle, before walking out of the door, closing it behind him. “What happened to this Grand Magus?” Rex asked, he was curious about the ending to the story she told.

The recent coronation of Constantine as the Supreme Sorcerer had cast a pall of uncertainty over the coven, and both elders were grappling with what the future held. “Brother Magnus,” Seraphina began, her voice low and filled with concern, “tell me, what do you see in our future now that Constantine is the Supreme Sorcerer?” Magnus sighed heavily, his weathered face etched with lines of worry. He closed his eyes briefly before opening them again, his gaze distant and unfocused. “I’m sorry, Seraphina,” he replied, his voice tinged with regret, “but I can’t see into the future. It’s as if a shroud of darkness has descended upon my visions.”

Ju Se-Jong was chosen as the recipient of the magic pill because he is the only warrior of the Iron Tiger group who has the power of the ancient Yokomoya type. The type of Yokomoya owned by Ju Se-Jong is the Yokomoya of animal control and demon beast. This type of Yokomoya has become extinct on the East Continent because its users died before they managed to pass their knowledge on to the next generations. “With this much demon beast reinforcements, I think they can level the Central District before the first day's raid is over!” Ju Se-Jong replied to Ji Xiang's warning.

They spent the night filling Lili with the information she wanted to know. The first was about the true noble. The old mistresses explained about the noble’s businesses. The lord was an old powerful magus who controlled the dark side of Antacast. No, rather than control, his task was to manage the underworld. The old mistress was one of the first servants of the old magus. She handled a few things for him, especially the slave training. And even though the old mistress didn’t wish to do it, she had to because of the death oath the magus had forced her into. Or else, death.

In a remote corner of the countryside, nestled among towering trees and lush greenery, stood the imposing silhouette of a grand mansion. This was the home of Seth Griffin, Alpha of the Moonlit pack, and Alpha of Alphas on this continent. Seth sat in his study, hunched over as if his shoulders literally felt the burden of the responsibilities of his leadership. His features etched with determination as he dialed a familiar number on his phone. He had been putting off this conversation for far too long, but the time had come to pass the torch to the next generation. Even Seth could no longer deny this fate.

If he was admitting to me that he found some letters, then maybe he didn’t want to keep the letters a secret from me. “What letters?” I asked, even though I had a bad feeling about it. It felt as if something was lodged in my throat and I had no strength to swallow it. “My father exchanged letters with the former Alpha King and Luna Queen,” he announced, causing my eyebrows to shoot up. The werewolves were all guided and led by two of the most superior people over us after the moon goddess, the alpha king and the luna queen. I heard there was a huge war that caused the deaths of the last ones, and nobody wanted to elect a new alpha king and luna queen after that.

During their talk they didn't realise that way beneath them, in the farthest garden where Alexis and Hector studied, something interesting was happening. "That's impossible!" Hector argued back to an equally enraged Alexis. "Then how did that happen?" She roared back, pissed that he so easily wrote her words off as a lie. "It couldn't have. There's no way that would happen! This is shadow magic we're speaking about. It's rare Alexis. The Empire only sees three users every year" Hector was basing it off facts. It was how he usually did things and it seemed like the only sensible way. But, he had to admit, Alexis had a crazy amount of mana which seemed to turn to just about any shade that woul