Chapter 290: Geo-Core (VI): Boss Fight, Derailed Plans (1/2)

Watching the spider split itself was like a scene from a transformer's movie, it was oddly fascinating for Rezar, but never the less they were still in the midst of a crisis. Rezar shot forwards swinging the staff form of Vita Gratia forwards as one end shot out attached to its signature chains, before stabbing into the rapidly approaching form of one of the smaller spiders.

There was a massive surge of electricity that surged outwards from the body of the smaller spider golem. It was akin to being struck by lightning as Rezar was blasted backwards, and for the first time since it was created, his hands left the form of Vita Gratia unwillingly. Rezar planted his feet hard on the chain platform, using his hands to slow himself as sparks rose up from the point of contact with his fingers and the platform.

There was an extremely annoyed look on his face as he looked at the spider golem that now had his prized weapon stuck into its body and twitching erratically in what seemed to be its death throes. He moved forwards but had to duck under a pounced from another spider. He turned around swiftly while it was still in midair and spread his fingers as the spider got suspended in the air.

His bloodline afforded him control over wind and water elements, and in order to release steam from its previously massive frame, there had to be a significant amount of water within itself. His control was somewhat shaky as the spider golem was still shaking erratically in the air, but the fact that it was suspended in the air for a few seconds was enough as the other end of Vita Gratia shot forwards and smashed into the golem, turning it to scrap metal as just like its predecessor, it released an inordinate amount of electricity.

He smiled as he looked around to notice that everyone else was done with their own spider. Rezar shook his head, not exactly sure why the spider had split itself when it wasn't even strong enough with its numerous forms to pose any sort of threat. But then again it be that the spider was too damaged to maintain its larger form, which was why it broke down into numerous tiny forms that were without a doubt suicide bomber…. Or maybe it would be better to call them suicide shocker.

Rezar retrieved Vita Gratia, somewhat happy at the new discovery that he was mentally strong enough to control the weapon without being in contact with it. But then again this was a weapon that was inexplicably bound to him, there was probably a lot of things he could do with Vita Gratia that he hadn't discovered yet. But whatever they may be, he knew it was only a matter time before he did so.

”Is everyone okay?” Rezar asked to his team, but before he could get an answer there was a loud creak as the chain link fence beneath them shuddered. Just as it gave way and they fell to the darkness below, Rezar only had time to say one word.

”Fuck!”

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”I don't understand how this was possible, even if they had information about the Geo-Core, how in the hell were they able to fly up to it without being blown to bits, or forcing the core itself to go into meltdown mode.”

The dwarf swallowed, while they might have an 'alliance' with the snow elves, those who would know that that dwarves were severely under the thumb of the snow elves. They were vassals to the greedy, selfish and slightly insane race, who took great pleasure in hiding how disgusting they were beneath all their beauty.

Never the less, if he does not give her a satisfactory answer, it didn't matter if he was the dwarves chief engineer, he would end up with his head on a pike for all of his family and coming generations to see. The snow elf queen was no different t from the devil himself, and he once again found himself seriously wishing that, Morte Bianca completely tramples Sillomere and all its gaudiness and lies.

But who knows, art the rate things were currently developing, it wouldn't be too farfetched to say that defeat was right around the corner. The idea was how to survive long enough to see it and not die at the hands of a psychotic snow elf queen who wouldn't hesitate to feed him his own beard as long as it brought her amusement.

”at the moment the engineers are not sure how this was possible your majesty. At about 2 hours ago, our surveillance magic cast through the Geo core had picked an airship heading in the direction of the Breone mountains. We had reported this to you, thinking maybe the King of Morte Bianca had sent a delegate to you in order to plead for his city, either that or someone was escaping before the core began its assimilation.