Chapter 1589 – The Heat Is On

Another monster from the sixth arrived a few hours ago, which makes it the third one today. The mana level here in the fifth has probably reached its peak now, and it is deeply unpleasant.

It’s a constant struggle for the wuffers to keep up, the blue mana is being consumed faster and faster by the more potent native energy, and they have to chew through that potent toxic stuff at ever increasing speeds. For now, the safe-zone is holding. For now.

I know the vast bulk of the energy cleansed in the fortress is being siphoned off somewhere. Hopefully, whatever Solant needs it for proves worth the effort.

“Be careful, Eldest!” a powerful scent next to me calls out.

“I’m always careful!”

“You’re currently melting!”

“… It’s not that bad!”

Alis throws her hands up before turning back to the oncoming onslaught and launching fire from her hands. I do indeed have acid on my back, steaming and burning, but my carapace isn’t that easy to get through. It’ll take more than a little acid to make me worry!

No, the acid isn’t the problem, it’s the corrupting energy contained within that is slowly leaking into my body. Yuck! Hate that stuff. After a few seconds, a huge volume of water splashes over my thorax, covering me in the deluge and washing off most of the offending acid.

I turn slightly to see Bertran reloading his water cannon. The bearded man smiles and gives me a thumbs up that I do not return. And not just because I don’t have thumbs.

I mean… yes, it certainly helps to get the acid off, and wash away the slop and slime that spills onto the platform. It’s useful, I know that, I just don’t enjoy being dunked in water all the time. Looking down at Alis, who now somewhat resembles a drowned rat, I think she understands how I feel.

“You were too close,” I tell her helpfully.

“Thanks,” she mutters. “Thanks a lot.”

“You could stand further back if you want. You cast magic, you don’t need to be here.”

“We’re here to help you,” she replies, just as stubborn as the rest of the Templars. “I can be more effective here, closer to you.”

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As they fight, the Templars have continued to gain Levels, growing stronger and levelling their Skills. The Class has empowered them in some odd ways. They get stronger when closer to me, for example. As fighters, all of them, even the youngins, have proven to be very capable. Jern swings his axe like it’s a part of him, and the light he can produce from that thing is deadly. Alis has been working on her fire magic, and it’s getting more and more impressive. She can’t hold a candle to Dragon’s Breath or to Invidia’s explosions, but she’s doing very well. Apparently, the bonuses they get from being a Templar are enough to overcome their relative lack of experience. I don’t know how human Classes work or anything, but it seems like Templar is a really good one.

My nerves stiffen, and for a moment, I suspect something is coming, but I can’t see it. Playing fire across the oncoming waves of mucus, I look for danger… well, danger is everywhere… I look for excessive danger, but I don’t find anything.

“Alis? Are you sensing something?” I ask her, a little confused.