The Runic Alchemist

Chapter 848: Breaking A Prime Spell Runic Tool

“Do we get Land-breaker?” Sam asked.

“No,” Damian replied. “Calculating and controlling the strength of that big an attack with a level of precision we need is just impossible. He can’t break it without the spell backfiring.”

“Is he a fourth ranker? Can you let me meet him?” Steelweaver asked hopefully, “That is the only way this can be done. It won’t be easy, and they will have to practice a lot to control the attack power, but in a few years, we can achieve this. It’s the only hope.”

“There is another way, if you are prepared to let me try,” Damian said.

“Are you saying you can break these chains?” The god of metal golem looked at him with a face full of doubt.

“I won’t know till I try,” Damian made no promises.

“You will have plenty of time to do that alongside your fourth-ranker friend. If you promise not to keep me imprisoned inside four walls anymore, I will obey your rulers and all the laws your nation has.” Steelweaver said.

“I will know in a minute if it works or not once I do it.” Damian clarified.

“Boy, these chains were made by Harmon Fyorman. My closest friend. He was called the god of runesmiths. A mere transcendent can’t even dream of breaking his creation.” Steelweaver said, trying his best not to sound offensive.

“Do you wish to be free or not?” Damian asked directly.

“I do wish to remain alive after being free. With just one believer who knows how many decades it will take for me to regain consciousness.”

“I have a spell that might be able to reach the weak point of this runic tool. The metal is a weird one, but it’s just a matter of force and temperature.” Damian added.

“The earlier resistance it showed against your mana was in response to your intrusion. If this force and temperature applied fall short, will you be able to handle the backlash? I won’t be harmed too much; it is for your sake I am advising caution.” Steelweaver said with the aged patience of an old soul.

“I understand that,” Damian replied. “And I would still like to try, but if you are that concerned, I won’t do it. If it works, you can be free in minutes.”

“You are a cocky one, huh? Fine! If you are willing to go that far, I won’t hold you back. Do it.” Steelweaver nodded.

Damian smiled. He was beyond curious to see whether or not he could break this so-called prime spell. If there was any prime spell from all the ones that he had seen in his life, this was the smallest one. If he couldn’t influence this one, there was no chance for him to do it for others.

At that point, he would have only one way to reach this level, and that was through ascension.

Damian gestured for Sam to give him some space. Then he opened a waygate to the sanctum basement, where giant Blazur containers full of liquid mana were stored for his personal use. They were refreshed every ten days to keep them potent and fresh.

It was a massive waste, some might say. But having this much power on hand was necessary if suddenly an emergency happens. It was all generated by using the emperor rank boss monster. It was less powerful than his own generated liquid mana, but Damian could not generate tons and tons of liquid mana with his sacrium mana cubes and keep it in store every few weeks.

The use of that much aura would leave him exhausted, and most importantly, he had no time to waste like that. The monster-generated liquid mana was what he used 90 percent of the time in his day-to-day life.

Placing two of the five massive Blazur mana containers on the small island, Damian was ready. Each container was the size of a small house. It stored 5000 liters of liquid mana. Five containers meant twenty-five thousand liters of liquid mana.

For the whole fight duration against the demon lord in the pigmen war, he had only used some 400-500 liters of liquid mana. And that guy was an abnormal esper fourth ranker with a massive army.

It was indeed too much. But Damian believed in staying prepared for anything. With this much mana, he could potentially even destroy this planet five times over.

“What in the damnation is in that thing?” Steelweaver asked.

The pressure alone of so much mana gathered at one place was enough to put even powerful first rankers to sleep.

“Power,” Sam said with a smirk.

Damian opened multiple valves of the container at once, letting the liquid mana flow outside, where he quickly made a wooden circular canal to hold it in. He left Sam in charge of handling the valves depending on the liquid mana requirement. Too much, and the canals would overflow with so much liquid mana.

With everything set, Damian created a singular big mana thread that had a radius of a meter. Then took out a small sacrium ingot and quickly inscribed the laser spell into it while shaping it into a meter-radius circle as well. He kept the strength of the spell based entirely on the mana input, not setting any limits on its power or speed.

“A Sacrium shaper?” Steelweaver murmured, but Damian ignored him.

He conjured two big mana hands and held the sacrium disk a few meters above his and Steelweaver’s heads. Then he connected the thick, mana thread that had a radius of a meter into the sacrium disk.

Instantly, the sacrium disk activated the spell inscribed inside. A centimeter-wide, intense, powerful laser beam was released in a microsecond, piercing the open sky.

“Boy, what are you planning to do?” Steelweaver asked.

“Forcing my way inside your friend’s spell,” Damian replied calmly, and connected a mana thread to the runic circle of the spell.

Through this, he could control the spell as he wished.

With the link established between the canal of liquid mana and the sacrium runic disk, the centimeter-wide laser beam broke all limits of intensity, power, and speed. The beam of laser produced blinding white light as it pierced clouds, still going higher and higher.