Chapter 2250 Exploit

Chapter 2250 Exploit

"Senior, what are you doing?!" Emery shouted, stunned by the sudden onslaught.

Roran, the Serpent Supreme, moved with lightning speed, his serpentine form gliding effortlessly as he closed the distance. Caught off guard and unable to evade in time, Emery 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 Emery just enough time to retreat a few steps and activate his transformation.

[Twilight Transformation]

"Good! Show me your best move!" Roran roared, clearly enjoying the challenge.

Roran's immense experience, honed over thousands of years, made him a formidable opponent. His mastery of laws and supreme-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 Emery could exploit.

To match Emery'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!" Emery 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 Emery and Roran were far beyond that average. Their rank 9 half-blood transformations and secret techniques elevated their strength to levels few could comprehend. Emery, 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. Emery's focus was razor-sharp, his sword dancing in defensive arcs, yet Roran's fierce attacks kept him on the back foot.

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?"

Emery 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 come after me."

Roran paused, his expression thoughtful as he weighed Emery's words. After a moment, he spoke. "I suppose you have a point..."

With that, he reached into his robe and pulled out a dark medallion, intricately carved with the image of a nine-headed serpent. He tossed it to Emery, who caught it mid-air. "If you ever find yourself in serious trouble, you can force my foolish son to help you. This medallion 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."

Emery examined the medallion closely, a spark of interest in his eyes. "Why would I need this when I have your word? Are you going somewhere?"

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 Emery. Roran's presence had always been a source of stress, and the idea of him being preoccupied with his own affairs was a welcome change. The medallion, on the other hand, could prove invaluable in his absence.

But Emery wasn't done pushing his advantage. "You mentioned you're here to return the favor. Now that you're leaving, how can you do that?"

"...."

Roran fell silent for a moment, then, to Emery'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 shamelessness, now that's something worthy of our serpent family. Yes, I have a smart in-law indeed!!"

Emery was caught off guard when Roran suddenly cut off his own left arm. Before he could react, Roran cast a spell that transformed 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."

Emery 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 Emery possessed.

Roran's clone would remain with Emery to teach him the technique. However, it came with a strict timeline. The clone's lifespan was only two weeks. If Emery couldn't master the technique within that time, he'd have to let go of the opportunity.

"Alright then, I hope you can complete the project before I come out of seclusion," Roran said before leaving him in peace.