Chapter 234: Onsen of the Lifeless

Lvl Up: [Revelation Resilience] lvl 42

MEM +3

META (Affinity) +3

META (Authority) +3

Lvl Up: [Spear Throw] lvl 36, 37

DEXT +6

Lvl Up: [Physics – Forces] lvl 6

VIVA +3

The size of a massless projectile didn’t have an effect on its accuracy or aerodynamics; that was considered one of Priam’s conclusions. One other was that creating spears solely from the Pyro Idea was silly. Gasoline lacked a hard and fast kind, making the spear’s construction depending on his willpower. It was a waste of sources when a stable may naturally retain its rigidity.

This concept had prompted Priam to create hybrid ice-fire spears. The consequence was each lethal and luxurious.

His earlier analysis had culminated within the creation of 4 types—teardrop, shell, bullet, and kinetic vitality penetrator—that he infused along with his Fireplace Idea. Through the preliminary checks, the flames melted the ice, inflicting mid-flight explosions.

Regardless of these failures, Priam continued, impressed by a remark from the phoenix. In keeping with it, the Symphony bonus of 1 Idea may very well be utilized by one other. The Symphony of the Mist Idea was notably intriguing:VịSit no(v)3lb/!n(.)com for brand spanking new novels

Symphony – Your Mist is each current and absent. It’s as much as you to resolve who can really feel it.

Because the Fireplace Champion, Priam tried to tame his flames, to not make them docile however to make them absent. He struggled for a number of minutes earlier than realizing that mist and fireplace reacted otherwise.

Mist was all the time roughly current so long as there was gasoline. On humid mornings, the horizon typically disappeared right into a white blur, with out anybody declaring {that a} haze lingered. Evasive, the mist was as poetic because it was bodily.

Flames, nonetheless, had been completely different. When a flame was born, it fought fiercely to burn the world earlier than it extinguished. But, Priam knew a fireplace may very well be rekindled; all it took was a breath. This reality was a breakthrough.

The answer to utilizing the Symphony along with his Fireplace Idea was to not make the flames elusive however to place them to sleep.

Priam created a mist spear, condensed it into liquid, after which solidified it into ice. He then used the spark in his soul area to infuse dormant fireplace into the projectile. The flames poured into the weapon, giving it a luminescent high quality. “Awaken upon influence,” Priam whispered to his Idea.

Firing the projectile at an unfortunate enemy, Priam watched the hybrid spear streak throughout the battlefield, placing a Tier 2 necro. The projectile pierced the thick conceal of the hippopotamus-like creature earlier than shattering inside its physique. Within the subsequent immediate, the flames woke up, and an explosion tore the beast other than inside.

“Good,” Priam grinned.

He briefly regretted not having the ability to use a hybrid ice-Pyro spear, however since Pyro hadn’t but reached Symphony, the Idea refused to cooperate.

Over the following few hours, he continued refining his projectiles to maximise their penetration coefficient and scale back air friction losses. He ultimately hit a wall the place additional enhancements turned negligible. The following step was to reinforce his mastery of the Ideas or to engrave runes on the projectiles.

Progress was unending, and it was a very good factor.

Lvl Up: [Spear Throw] lvl 38, 39

DEXT +6

Lvl Up: [Revelation Resilience] lvl 43, 44, 45

MEM +9

META (Affinity) +9

META (Authority) +9

Regardless of the unyielding presence of the Necromoon within the sky, time flew by. New craters appeared as tens of hundreds of undead burned. Regularly, a cloud of smoke created a black roof over the battlefield. Thunder rumbled, drowning out the screams of the necro troopers. The battle raged on, and the flood of creatures appeared infinite.

Seeing his fingers tremble, Priam realized his exhaustion. How lengthy has it been because the begin of the Wave?

[11 hours 14 minutes 12 seconds.]

A grimace twisted his lips as Priam regarded down. Esmée was writing in her grimoire with out uttering a phrase. Her purple eyes and ash-covered hair had been the one indicators of her fatigue.

In entrance of her, Jasmine staggered as she gutted some corrupted that weren’t drawn to Priam. After an hour of wrestling and two hours of guerrilla warfare, she had defeated the Tier 2 Earl, incomes the title of Duke. Her opponent had been much less highly effective than the necro legionnaire, however Priam was pleased with her.

Now, she not had the energy to decapitate a Tier 1.

Realizing he was the final one able to ending the Wave, Priam used his attributes boosted by Conquest and reworked right into a dwelling gatling gun. Each second, he summoned and fired dozens of explosive ice spears, accelerating some with [Kinetic Control].

He ultimately slowed down as a headache break up his cranium. He had overtaxed his willpower, and utilizing his aether to compensate wasn’t sufficient anymore.

Beneath him, the waves of corrupted started to wane. Low on sources, Priam flew as much as the cloud hovering over the battlefield and took management of it with Mist Idea. He injected his total Conquest Aura into it and guided it to the bottom. The final hundreds of undead had been silently dissolved.

Occasion: Necromoon

Third wave:

Victory!

You defended your private home towards a horde of corrupted!

Reward:

300 Solar factors

24 hours of respite

Priam discovered Esmée and Jasmine by the sting of the cenote. The 2 younger ladies sat just a few meters aside, making an attempt to catch their breath.

“You guys okay?” Priam requested.

Esmée coughed. “I’ve bought ash in my throat, my lungs, my eyes, my hair, and even beneath my garments,” she mentioned, shaking the sleeves of her gown. This motion launched one other cloud of ash, inflicting her to cough once more. “I’m most displeased.”

Priam smirked at Esmée’s formal language.

“You imply, ‘fuck this shit,’” Jasmine mocked, pulling a chunk of bone out of her hair. “You’ve simply bought ash. I don’t even need to think about what I’m coated in.”

The murderer had been in shut contact with the undead and was due to this fact coated in numerous semi-coagulated fluids, ash, bone mud, and charcoal.

“It’s nothing private, however you make me really feel like vomiting,” Esmée mentioned, inching additional away. The bodily distance between the 2 rivals wasn’t only a matter of affinity.

“Yeah, me too. I’ve to make use of Micro to chop off my sense of odor and deal with my future bathtub.”

Esmée regarded sadly in direction of the cenote. “I noticed at the least 100 corpses fall in there…”

“I’m coated in shit, blood, and rotting flesh as a result of I went with you,” Jasmine mentioned to Priam. “Can I’ve a scorching spring as a reward?”

Esmée’s eyes lit up with hope.

“I’m unsure that’s a good suggestion…”

“Is there an issue?” the princess requested, noticing Priam’s gaze.

“None. This leather-like outfit fits you.”

“…Thanks,” she blushed.

“So long,” Priam smiled, reaching the bottom of his tree.

Log-a-rhythm opened a portal, and Priam stepped by way of. The passage led to the guts of the magical oak’s foliage, and Priam took a deep, happy breath. The air, saturated with life aether, made his cells vibrate with pleasure. He may nearly really feel his lifespan lengthening.

“Did you get the rift?”

Kazuki landed on a department with out making it crack. It was a testomony to the tree’s energy, because the hoplite warrior wasn’t mild.

“I did, and I’m contemplating putting in it right here. What do you assume?”

Priam may already think about his tree containing rifts to different worlds, like a unbelievable Yggdrasil.

“May there be an invasion from the opposite aspect?”

“Exhausting to say,” Priam replied. “I don’t assume so, however I don’t know sufficient concerning the Rehms to make certain.”

Kazuki nodded. “Then it’s higher to err on the aspect of warning. A rift right here could be exhausting to defend since we are able to’t set up an omnidirectional fortification.”

“I needed Log-a-rhythm to profit from the Idea leaking from Valaryth,” Priam grimaced. “It may assist it develop. Can we set up the rift inside it?”

The hoplite was the protection professional, and Priam would defer to his judgment, however he needed to make sure they bought the most effective answer.

Kazuki hesitated earlier than shaking his head. “I’ve one other thought,” he mentioned, pointing downward. “Underground.”

“What do you imply by that?”

“The bedrock is sort of indestructible, however Log-a-rhythm can pierce it with its Underground options. With the rift beneath it, its roots would profit from Valaryth’s particular aether. Furthermore, if an invasion happens, the enemies would discover themselves in an underground bunker with no exit.”

Underground was a part of the primary technology of upgrades supplied to Log-a-rhythm. Priam had by no means bought it earlier than, however the thought of a subterranean bunker appealed to him. The one solution to depart could be to ask the tree to open a passage between its roots and trunk.

“With the Solar Store and a few enchantments, we may even isolate it from the surface world: we may conceal the rift from the tribes,” Priam thought aloud. “That’s an excellent thought!”

“Glad you prefer it,” Kazuki smiled. “Another excellent news for me?”

“Nicely, I’ve unlocked a number of quests I can share with my military. How would you wish to discover a brand new world?”

Standing:

PHYSICAL:

Energy 707

Structure 1 105

Agility 614

Vitality 1 040

Notion 760

MENTAL:

Vivacity (D) 570 (+4)

Dexterity 652 (+12)

Reminiscence 824 (+21)

Willpower 1 134

Charisma 661

META:

Meta-affinity 780 (+15)

Meta-focus 403

Meta-endurance 608

Meta-perception 339

Meta-chance 274

Meta-authority 207 (+12)

Potential: 13 517 (+22)

Tier 0

Solar factors: 1 979 223 (+1 081 412)

[He Who Eludes Death] cost: PRIMED

[Tribulation]: 5 Tribulations pending.

Future Tribulations delayed till:

Time: 156 days 18 hours 33 minutes 59 seconds.

Subsequent thresholds: 12 attributes > 600 / 6 attributes > 900 / 1 attribute > 1 200