Abe the Wizard

Chapter 1316 - Rune

Chapter 1316: Rune

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Abel had been feeling good ever since he returned from the Dark World in the morning. He also brought back some fruit from Blood Moor and gave them to his puppet chefs to make a fruit salad for breakfast.

He even took out a few more bottles of wine for the 8 dragons.

Normally, he would only take out one bottle, but the dragons would not ask for more because they knew how valuable they were.

“Brother Abel, something good happened? Gold Dragon Kemble asked as he took a sip of wine and took a bite of the salad.

“What gave you that idea?” Abel looked around and replied.

“Haha, blue dragon Abel, anyone can tell by looking at the breakfast!” Black Dragon Prague laughed as he pointed at the food and wine.

“Prague, so do you prefer a simpler food?” Abel asked.

All of a sudden, eyes turned towards Black Dragon Prague, especially his wife. Since she was pregnant, she has been very moody lately.

“Of course not, this is amazing!” Black dragon Prague quickly waved and changed the topic.

Abel smiled and also kept quiet.

But of course, he indeed was in a good mood.

Those fruits were grown by the high elves next to the Dark World’s tree of life. The mana they possessed was incomparable to anything in the central continent.

Even the elves’ tree of life couldn’t produce it.

Of course, this was also due to the tree of life valley’s size, and the elves did not have the adequate resources for nourishment.

The reason Abel was so happy was that he finally got his first high rank rune in the dark world. In fact, the highest rank rune, the 33 Zod.

After passing the challenge of the ancients, he killed some black souls on the first level.

Black souls were scary hell creatures with lightning attacks, so it took Abel quite a long time to kill them.

Still, with the aura of his 3 holy knights, his elemental resistance minimized the chance of anyone getting an instant kill.

He normally wouldn’t bother cleaning up after a battle, but somehow he decided to flick through the remaining scattered crystals of those black souls.

To his surprise, he discovered a 33 Zod rune from within.

So, how powerful was that rune? He could create an indestructible rune word gear with it.

Still, the most powerful rune word gear required more than a single 33 Zod rune, and he didn’t have time to slowly wait for the inferno flames to forge, so he decided to apply it as soon as possible.

He used a replica 33 Zod rune before on a mana cannon so it wouldn’t fall apart after each shot.

But since his enemies reach god ranks, a mana cannon could no longer achieve an instant kill.

Especially since each shot of a mana cannon needed a few seconds to prepare. This was more than enough time for a powerful figure to escape.

Therefore, it would be a waste to use this actual 33 Zod rune on a mana cannon.

It was a struggle. What could he do with it?

Maybe he could create an even more powerful version of the mana cannon.

Since he had the 33 Zod rune, he did not have to worry about finding a strong material as a base.

In fact, he could allow it to accumulate as much energy as it could.

He was also not planning to use mana gems as fuel. They were powerful, but they just took too long to ignite.

So the only suitable option was the golden castle’s energy. With its 5-star magic circle from hell, it would be able to regenerate in a single second.

Since there were countless top-level gems stored up in the golden castle, there was nothing he needed to worry about.

Even those stone-throwers from hell could hurt him. What would happen if he maximized their power by the thousands or even ten thousand.

Even with the dragons as support, he couldn’t guarantee the friendliness of wizards. Wizard Smith was a prime example.

Therefore, he needed a defense that could take down gods.

If he did not have the dark gold dimension force to counteract wizard Smith’s world, his golden castle might be smashed to pieces by the world of a god.

Afterward, Abel began to analyze the structure of a mana cannon with help from his druid soul. Still, it took him 3 days to even come up with a draft.

The mana cannon was clearly from another world, and there were large amounts of patterns he could not comprehend, so he just directly copied them.

But of course, he knew what abilities each pattern possessed. After all, a builder did not have to understand the mechanism behind the tools they used.

Abel let out a breath of relief as he looked at the draft he created in 3 days, but he was not going to be the one who made it.

There were more than 32,000 blacksmiths in Doff’s kingdom, including 5000 Grandmasters.

They were perfect as long as they had enough resources.

With a bit of faith, he divided the draft into 32,000 copies as he arrived at the blacksmith guild of Doff’s kingdom.

“Everyone, take a look at this when you have time and give me some feedback!” Abel called.

At the same time, the copies of his draft floated towards the hand of each blacksmith.

There was no one in this world more knowledgeable than the dwarves when it came to ancient patterns, but those patterns Abel drew up were still too complicated for most of them to give feedback.

Still, the blacksmiths in Doff’s kingdom were the finest of the finest, and 300 of them had access to the more secretive knowledge of the dwarves that allowed them to understand the mechanism behind the patterns.

They did not discuss it with Abel immediately since Abel was basically a being on par with God to them, so they got together and chatted among themselves.

Every single one of them was extremely prestigious in any circumstances, and it was normally very hard for them to agree with one another.

But in that situation, they were all on the same boat with a single purpose, to serve God.

After rounds of debate and questioning, agreements began to form, and joyful looks emerged on their faces.

Finally, the perfected draft was delivered by the oldest blacksmith to Abel.

Abel held the new draft in his hand and began to look through it.

It was almost indistinguishable from his old version. Even the outer shell was totally different.

“You are Eder right?” Abel smiled respectfully at the old blacksmith.

Since his authority was on par with the God of war, he could see the identity of his followers with a single look.

“My great lord, it is my honour that you know my name!” Blacksmith Eder bowed.

“I see there are 12 energy transferring patterns in this new draft. My old one only had 2, why is that?” Abel asked.

“My great lord, the amount of energy pattern needs to match the size of this weapon to create a stable flow. 12 is the minimum!”blacksmith Eder bowed again.

He then continued to point out the changes they made and explained them to Abel one by one.

Abel finally nodded. He knew he made the right choice for trusting the blacksmiths because his old draft might not even be able to output half of the power he wanted.

After all, once he installed the 33 Zod rune there would be no return.

At the same time, he also realized how much more knowledgeable his blacksmiths were compared to the ones in the dwarves.

It was too bad he was no longer interested in furthering his forgery skills. If not, this many grandmasters by his side would be an amazing guide.

At that moment, Abel was becoming a little embarrassed. If he knew how powerful those blacksmiths were earlier, he wouldn’t even need to spend 3 days to come up with his draft. He could just directly say his demands and let the blacksmiths do their work.

“Eder, I am very happy with this!” Abel smiled.

He then waved, and 300 strands of faith rushed into the bodies of every grandmaster blacksmith who was involved in there.

Their bodies were strengthened at an instant as blacksmith Eder left the guild with a joyous look on his face.