Chapter 296 Magical Energies
An entire two hours later, Greem exited Piro’s adept tower.
Adept Nunnally stared at Greem as she calmly spoke to him on the way back to the outpost, "If you still have spacestones in your possession, the Byron Clan will be willing to buy it from you at an extrely high price. We won’t disappoint you!"
Despite how composed he usually was, even Greem almost panicked at how intensely she gazed gazing at him. Still, he was able to keep up the facade. He smiled awkwardly as he said, "My Lady, that spacestone was a spoil of war from the planar war I have just returned from. It’s only because I was unfamiliar with its attributes that I conducted such a reckless experint. You have already seen the outco... "
Greem betrayed an expression of regret after saying that.
Adept Nunnally calmly looked at Greem, only shifting her gaze away after a long period of ti. She fell silent.
The atmosphere beca slightly awkward.
When they finally returned to the outpost, they found that the place had returned to its usual peace.
The squad of soldiers from the Aerial Guards had already retreated, and the outpost had returned to normal. Even the damaged grounds had been restored by the stationed adepts.
The resources promised by Piro might have seed insignificant, but they were enough to stuff the Byron Clan to its fullest. With these riches, they could easily develop the best store in the Twelfth District. This was why Nunnally instantly gathered all the clan adepts upon returning. They had to discuss and make arrangents for their future developnts.
Of course, Nunnally would privately consult Adept Angus. She would grill him for the details on Greem. So of the intelligence done on Greem would also be spread across the Continent through secretive ans.
Still, this was a futile effort. The speed at which Greem had risen to prominence limited the spread of his fa. Most Zhentarim clans probably had yet to hear his na. Even Greem’s infamous title of the Fla Demon had only started spreading through the areas around Feidnan City.
It was hard for anyone who tried to get more information on Greem.
After all, with the fall of the swamp tower, all of his apprentice companions from the past had died. Everything that happened there was covered by the dust of ti and age.
Greem, on the other hand, had no additional strength to consider the Byron Clan’s attitude towards him.
He returned to his room the mont he got back to the outpost. He ordered Snorlax into his room and the two had a secret discussion.
Once the shining magical defenses surrounded his room, Greem turned and glared at Snorlax. He spoke with a severe tone, "Speak! What did you get from putting into so much trouble this ti?"
However, Greem was imdiately shocked by what Snorlax showed him.
Blueprints for a Magic cha!
A sample of the Magic Cannon and a corresponding blueprint!
Seven elentium cores of high purity!
Greem ignored Snorlax as blue light glead in his eyes. The chip scanned the blueprints as fast as it could and quickly constructed a model in Greem’s mind based on the information.
Soon, a massive and clumsy chanical construct appeared. It was a hundred ters tall and radiated a terrifying magical brilliance. The ferocious sounds of an energy motor rumbled in Greem’s mind.
It relied on its tough body and overpowering weight to crush the enemies.
When such a large machine trampled through an army of mortal n, just the sound of it crushing bones beneath its feet was enough to demoralize the enemy. However, mortal n were the only enemies it could fight. It was hopeless to dream of using such ’trash’ to fight against an adept. A simple Swamp spell would be enough to cripple it.
However, even the Magic cha wasn’t completely useless. There was value in researching the energy barrier protecting its core as well as its thod of utilizing ’magical energies’.
It was clear that the Goblin Empire had no complete magical system. The goblins themselves were likely a population that had no magical abilities whatsoever. They lacked the ability to utilize elentium energy themselves and thus turned to the rging of elentium energies with chanical constructs.
No wonder they called this gigantic chanical giant a Magic cha. This was practically the Gundam of another plane. The difference between this machine and the animated statues of the World of Adepts was the energy used to power it. Contrary to the mysterious arrays and runes used in those statues, this machine relied solely on the usage of elentium energies in a chanical construct.
A magical machine!
Mm! Magical Machine was the na that best suited its properties!
After comprehending this machine from the Goblin Empire, Greem quickly turned his attention to the books he had just obtained from Piro. He scanned the information from them and quickly constructed a data library from the new knowledge.
From a fundantal perspective, the magical machine was sowhat related to the animated statue of the World of Adepts.
Both of these creations used their massive bodies and impenetrable shells to crush their enemies.
The difference was that a living chanical heart existed within animated statues. This gave them elentary intelligence. They could function after receiving so simple orders from their creators.
Magical machines, on the other hand, were only machines. They might possess fantastical magic energies as their power source, but they had no autonomy of intelligence to speak of. They could only function if an intelligent being was controlling them.
The core of the animated statue was the chanical heart, while the core of the magical machine was a small control platform.
This was perhaps the only difference between the two!
The Magic Cannon was, strictly speaking, a thod of utilizing magical energy. It was able to draw out energies stored within magic crystals and fire the purest form of energy.
After loading the Cannon with a fire elentium crystal, its attacks resembled those of magical fireballs. The goblins called these fireballs ’energy napalms’. If it was loaded with ice elentium crystals, it fired freezing rays. Loaded with electric elentium crystals, it would turn into a taser. Loaded with negative energy crystals, it would fire corrosion rays...
These goblins might not have had any talent at casting, but they were extrely skilled at the harnessing of energies. Greem did a simple calculation. Even an ordinary Magic Cannon would be able to do shocking single target damage of between 20 to 30 points of damage.
This was slightly lower when compared to adepts, who could easily fire magical attacks of up to a hundred points of damage.
However, Magic Cannons were not magical tools. They didn’t need to be used by adepts with an elentium affinity. The Cannon was a simplified elentium crystal launcher. Even an ordinary person could instantly possess the strength of an advanced apprentice the mont they obtained this weapon.
The goblins weren’t idiots either. There was no way they sold their most powerful weapons to Snorlax. If this Magic Cannon was just their most basic magic-powered weapon, then they only needed to innovate and create a magic-powered weapon that could deal a hundred points of damage in a single shot. In doing so, they would be able to instantly equip all their citizens with firepower equivalent to that of adepts.
The Cannon’s cooldown was fairly short. It fired one shot every five seconds. This allowed them to fire at an incomparable rate when they faced off against adept apprentices.
Ten ugly goblins equipped with these Magic Cannons could easily crush a group of ten apprentice adepts ard to the teeth. If magic-powered weapons were spread throughout their entire population, the strength of the Goblin Plane would be enough to rival those of mid-sized planes.
Greem’s mad thoughts were quickly dismissed by the chip. The reason provided by the chip was a logical one as well.
The Goblin Empire could not possibly reach a level envisioned by Greem. The main factor restricting their growth was the lack of elentium crystals.
Their success and innovation might have co from the limitations of the low-magic world they lived in, but it was the sa low-magic world that held them back!
It was precisely because of the low-magic environnt they lived in that they lacked magical talents. This forced them to go down the path of magical-machine technology. However, the magical-machine technology required a massive energy source if it was to rapidly develop!
The low-magic Goblin Plane couldn’t possibly possess large elentium crystal reserves. Thus, the developnt of their magical-machine technology required an alternate source of energy. Greem actually had high hopes for the Goblin Empire’s developnt when he thought about it from this perspective.
As long as they were able to solve the problem of an energy source, they could easily rely on their usage of magic-powered weapons and machines to rapidly rise into a powerhouse of the multiverse.
Honestly, even Greem felt that conquering the world wouldn’t be a problem if he was able to gain control of this group of goblins. However, it was nearly impossible for him to suppress these wild goblins before he obtained absolute power. He had to wait in patience.
Once his own powers increased, and the influence and military strength he held reached a level capable of dealing with a planar war, he would consider invading and conquering this Goblin Empire.
With this understanding, Greem encouraged and consoled Snorlax. He even set aside a batch of resources and money for Snorlax to use for continued communication with the goblins of the other world. However, Greem made a rule for Snorlax to follow. This was to avoid excessive strengthening of the Goblin Plane.
He made a list of items that could be traded and items that were forbidden from trade.
Greem asked Snorlax to attract Gazlowe with continuous trading but to never allow this savage wolf to evolve into a ferocious tiger. Every item involved in the trade had to be vetted by Greem before the actual trade.
Of course, Snorlax agreed to Greem’s requests.
Trust, pride, dignity, and loyalty to his race were completely irrelevant in Snorlax’s eyes. His only priority was getting into the good graces of his master. Selling his race to his master? As long as the price was right, he would gladly do it in the blink of an eye and with a wide grin on his face!
Moral dilemmas and guilt? My greatest apologies. Snorlax would never possess such unnecessary emotions for even the slightest second.
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