The Runic Alchemist-Chapter 704: The Alliance & The Demons 3

Damian was glad to see the emperor had completely ignored the conflict he had been a part of all those years ago. It wasn’t as easy for the Faeruninans, though.

"We object to this inclusion," said the princess.

"And why is that?" the emperor asked.

"For Sanctuary to be an equal part of the alliance, they need to share equal men and technology that we all have shared over the years. They can’t just come and take a look at all that we have done for years and happily take notes."

She was attacking the biggest issue of Sanctuary — the lack of manpower. However, before Damian could say something, Vidalia, beside him, spoke up with not-so-nice a tone.

"Sanctuary’s people have fought and died on the frontlines ever since we started this fight. If not praise their efforts, the least you can do is not call them shameless thieves."

"I am not looking down on anyone," the princess retorted. "All I am saying is that before Sanctuary offers something of value — if not manpower, then something equally useful — them joining the alliance as our equals is not really appropriate."

As he had expected, she couldn’t stop him from joining the alliance, but she could play with the other kingdoms’ lust for runic technology before letting them be a part of the alliance. From the looks on the emperor’s and Ilvanya’s faces, if not outright accepting the argument, they were indeed thinking about it.

"I am sure Sanctuary has already considered such details before this appeal," the emperor said sneakily.

Damian sighed. "The only reason I am here is my hope of working together with all the humans present in this world for at least once — in short, I am playing nice with everyone.

Frankly, I do not need you. Sanctuary alone has five Transcendents, and I am sure the last two members of Highsword have not forgotten their ancient oaths to fight against evil. With my Waygates — as I demonstrated — that have no limits of use, along with my mana cubes, we don’t need to keep people back in our land to fight the demons.

My appeal is me showing I am willing to sit together with all of you. I am a Runebreaker — if I wish, I can raise an army of mundane humans with my manaless runic weapons and burn all cities in this world to the ground.

Do you still want me to give gifts to all of you for being able to join this broken alliance? I care not for your research and technology; you can keep those to yourselves. Sanctuary is here only to deal with the threat from the unknown."

The emperor and his guard, or the princess and her mage companion — well, even Vidalia, Bonecrusher, and Ilvanya — were staring at him as if the demons were just little animals and he was the real monster here. He tried subtlety — they were just not buying it. It was rude and arrogant even, but it was the truth. It was time they accepted it and stopped joking in front of him with such ridiculous requests.

"What do you mean, the last two members of Highsword?" the blue-robed mage asked, her suspicion getting the better of her.

Instead of him, Mindseer answered, "Oh right, I should have mentioned this earlier — I am Mindseer, the representative of Highsword. We would also like for the alliance to include us. That was the mission given to me by the Supreme Blade of Highswords."

"No!" the princess gasped and covered her mouth. Her mage companion beside her looked like someone had used a freezing spell on her. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Another thing I was ordered to say," Mindseer said, looking at everyone other than Damian with eyes sharper than diamonds, "Edgeheaven is home of the Highswords — think twice before letting your greed lust you to take it from us."

"What happened to Uncle!?" The princess of Faerunia finally lost it, her aura rising like an untamed tidal wave. Even though they were in the middle of the desert, Damian felt like they were about to drown. "What did you do to him!?"

The princess’s blue hair started glowing dark blue, as if the hair were water itself — her eyes were radiant white. Fuck, she was losing control over her power.

The spellsword standing beside the emperor came forward, his sword pointed forward — protecting his liege. Vidalia and Ilvanya also took a defensive position, with Bonecrusher stepping forward to protect the two elves. Mindseer did not take her eyes off the Faerunian princess, who was powering up more and more — the blue-robed mage beside her also jumped away.

A Transcendent who lost control was not able to make distinctions between friends and foes. Damian had only read it in stories — this was his first time seeing it for real.

Damian knew she was an Esper — a very powerful one at that. Controlling water was her ability, but after becoming a Transcendent, who knew what her limit was? From the look of it, she had become a literal source of water. Before she could explode and flood the whole city below, surrounded by high walls — Damian stepped forward.

Everyone around him was chanting — but he didn’t need that much time to launch spells. In an instant, he had made five different runic circles and launched them. Over a hundred five-inch-thick green vine sprouts shot out of the stone floor and wrapped all around the princess, trapping her in. Then six giant wormholes surrounded her from six sides, each connected to the others to form a complete wormhole path. A floating air step kept the princess in the middle of the six square-connecting wormholes, wrapped in green vines.

At last, thousands of gallons of water were forced out of the princess’s body, rushing into the six square wormholes, only to clash with the water coming from the opposite side — the princess herself was the one being crushed under all the force she could barely control. After a minute, she stopped producing more water, and Damian immediately pulled her out of there to let her breathe.

She coughed violently, drenched in water. She was on her knees, her face miserable — losing control as a third ranker was really looked down upon, and it had finally hit her what the fate of her uncle could be if Mindseer and Land-breaker were still alive after recapturing their island city.

Emotions of a Transcendent could not control his or her actions — that was the most basic thing one had to learn after becoming a third ranker. If they lost control when no third ranker was nearby, they would cause damage that was devastating, to say the least. If they were in populated areas? History had such incidents, but fortunately none had destroyed a whole city or anything yet. They had killed people, though.

That was why a Transcendent had to be in control — otherwise, he or she was no true Transcendent at all.

"He is alive.." Damian said to the young girl.

Her face changed expressions in a second, and she looked up at him with hope in her eyes. Damian simply nodded. When Damian brought his hand forward to get her up, suddenly the sky outside the tall ancient building started roaring with vengeance as a sudden downpour of blinding rain began without any warning.

"Sea Snake.." Damian heard Ilvanya mutter.

All present sucked in their breath. The King of Faerunia had only left the palace on just a few occasions — but each time he had gone somewhere, he had not shied away from showing the terrifying might of a fourth ranker.

The emperor flew up toward the nearest broken part of the high ceiling and broke it with a single punch, creating an opening — the rain coming out of it was like tap water, almost constant with no mercy. That could not be good for the city. Damian also followed behind the emperor and flew out of the ceiling into the furious downpour.

A giant dark blue-scaled dragon — no, it had no wings or anything — the enormous form of the Sea Snake was glaring down at the emperor, Damian, and the building they had just come out of. Its eyes were emerald green and huge, the face of the enormous snake straight out of nightmares.

For a second, Damian had frozen, seeing a form that rivaled even Sulthar. Then he remembered the rain — the damage it was causing the people.

Damian immediately activated all three of his sacrum mana cubes and made a gigantic runic circle covering the whole city. In a second, when Damian had enough liquid mana gathered in the floating wave around him in a protective air-shield barrier, he activated the spell. It was an enormous Air Step spell — but a modified one — instead of being powered by wind spells for the lift-up, Damian created two dozen thick, muscular mana hands and tied them to the corners of the giant circle’s Air Step platform — holding it up entirely with his strength.

He kept the platform slightly leaning so the gathered water from the downpour would go down from one side, out of the city gates into the desert. The giant waterfall was a sight to see. The damage being caused to the people of the Empire stopped — giving them a slight relief.

The emperor witnessed it and flew down, coming closer to Damian and said in a hurried tone,

"I appreciate whatever it is that you have done. But can you use one of those Waygates of yours and call Land-breaker here? I don’t think either of us can talk to a creature like that."

Damian looked back at the enormous flying snake — indeed, that was a terrifying thing to look at even for a Transcendent.

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