Chapter 467
Chapter 467 Rune of Explosion
Adept Keoghan’s arrival was an unexpected surprise to Greem.
After such a long time here in the Black Forest, a large batch of magical beasts had started piling up in the warehouse. Some of them were even adept-level magical creatures.
Killing them and harvesting their organs was the less profitable way to go about maximizing their value. Taming them would undoubtedly have been the method that would yield the most benefit. However, the Fire Throne hadn’t been able to find a sufficiently powerful tamer despite a long time searching; they had no choice but to put the idea to rest.
Consequently, after multiple estimates, turning these magical beasts into loyal voodoo beasts was best suited to benefit the tower.
That was why Greem took the opportunity and persuaded Adept Keoghan after he arrived to stay and help him deal with the magical creatures in the Fire Throne.
There was the corpse of an elite-level giant berserk gelada, a wyvern king, a flaming tiger, seven razor boars, and twenty-three berserk geladas.
From this, one could see the importance of a leader-class monster in a tribe!
Greem’s thoughts drifted as he caressed these beautiful crystal cores. His desire and expectations for the truths of the world hiding under all these layers intensified.
Magic, witchcraft; in the end, when taken apart, it was witchery and craft!
At the simplest level of explanation, witchery was the practice of magic. It represented the supernatural, the chaotic, and the unknown. Craft, on the other hand, expressed the known techniques and the determined laws. Both complemented each other and required the other. You couldn’t be missing either one!
Witchery represented the ancient adepts’ desire to pursue truth in chaos. Witchery was also the incarnation totem by which they existed. The adepts of today mostly only pursued the craft. They were the kind of crafts and techniques that could provide them with power and strength.
Greem, on the other hand, was trying to find a balance between witchery and craft. In doing so, he would be able to see the truth of the world, while also possessing the ability to defend himself and not fall on the path of pursuing the truth.
Of course, this might have been extremely greedy. However, if Greem was already this far down the road, what difference would a little greed make?!
The Chip’s voice suddenly rang out in Greem’s mind as he was caressing the elementium cores and fantasizing about the future.
[Beep. Successfully deciphered variant fire elementium rune. Requesting instructions from host. Relay information?]
What? The variant fire rune has been deciphered? Why did it take only take half the time estimated?
All sorts of doubts popped up in his mind. Greem had the Chip send over the information.
A slight stinging pain appeared in his mind. Greem then felt nearly half of all his Spirit evaporate in an instant. It was only then that he barely managed to take in that unimaginably complex and terrifying stream of data.
Strangely enough, even though Greem received a stream of data that had undergone several layers of analysis and deciphering, it formed into a strange rune when it gathered in his mind. It was a rune in his mental space that was burning with a crimson fire.
Crimson fire?
What the flying heck was this?
Why did it give him a feeling of extreme danger?
Even though it was clearly fire, Greem felt like his brain would quickly explode whenever he extended his Spirit within.
Strange, powerful, and dangerous.
Greem tolerated the discomfort and contacted this strange variant fire rune with his Spirit. He finally understood its effect.
Rune of Explosion!
It was actually a Rune of Explosion!
When Greem’s Spirit sunk into the rune, he had a vague feeling. If he managed to master this rune fully, then all of his future fire spells would probably be able to… explode!