The Runic Alchemist

Still, they were encircled from all around as spells and weapons flew in their direction—attacking from all possible angles.

But not a single attack truly gave the seven a fatal injury. The six were protecting the princess, who was standing in the middle, launching arrows after arrows filled with light-exploding spells. The quiver was a runic tool too—it produced wooden shaft arrows continuously. Both the bow and arrows were also something Damian had made. Each target it hit—it injured three around it while killing the target simultaneously.

They were holding up well. Two used spears and shields with a knockback-like air spell, two were going wild attacking with a sword and spear, launching offensive spells left and right. Two were moving all around the small circle, not letting anyone slip in and ruin their formation. Once in a while, they got injured, but whenever a fatal strike was launched, the princess produced a weird clouded white energy wall and shielded her companions. No spell or sword could break the weird, cloudy energy shield.

It wasn’t a spell. There was no runic circle. A trail of white mist-like energy could be seen coming out of her steel helmet, though. It had to be her tiara. What magic was this now? It did not follow any logic. It wasn’t aura either—Damian could not sense it at all.

Suddenly, in the middle of the ten-thousand-person army, people started to scream and run in all directions. A massive blue mountain rose out of the ground—Lucian had launched her skill. The ice mountain split the army in half. Lucian launched another flurry of giant icicles along with it. The chaotic army was in shambles. Some ran, some fought, but long-range attacks were limited, Damian noticed—only mages and some spellblades had spells that reached Lucian when she was decimating group after group of tribesmen.

In response, her cold blue aura slashes, however, were impossible for the people of this world to even attempt to stop. It was not simple cold that fire or wind elements could cancel. The aura slashes could only be stopped by aura users and their attacks—which were none here. Every arc of her sword sent shivers down the large, muscular humanoid tribesmen—she froze people mid-run. No armor could protect against it.

Lucian had opened her mana containers and refilled her mana pool once again. She was not using her skills or the mana mindlessly, though—even the few runic tools she was using to leave giant explosions and wormholes behind were powered by mana threads that she had trained meticulously for a month to use.

Refilling mana in one’s body was not the best use of liquid mana. Damian had explained that to all his friends from day one. Seems like Lucian finally understood it. She had managed to gain mastery over more than seven quite thick mana threads. Making them thin required more focus—to simply power a runic tool, the thickness didn’t matter. Still, using too much would empty the liquid mana earlier than estimated, so it was better to be efficient. Damian had provided Lucian with a lot of mana cubes, though, and she had filled full tanks of liquid mana and stored them near a tree of this world for quick access with a waygate.

The waygate itself took a lot of mana to work, so it was advised to not go retrieving liquid mana too often—and to always keep in stone enough to open this one waygate.

The seven humans slowly but surely were also clearing big numbers of tribesmen, protected by their very own princess’s shield—all seven of whom also had liquid mana containers strapped on their waists. Lucian sure did trust this motley crew a lot. Liquid mana was showing its worth in gold as the seven continued to drop bodies after bodies, refilling their mana pools constantly. The soldiers, king, and all the officials and noble lords seeing this had their jaws dropped to the floor.

The king and all those who knew the power of the white tiara had their eyes popping out of their skulls. As if pre-planned, exactly at that moment, the princess dodged an arrow and bent so fast that her oversized helmet dropped—revealing her enchanting face, draped in sweat and a trickle of blood, and still somehow managing to look even more beautiful than before.

What they had expected to be a short ten-minute fight had been going on strong for over half an hour, and it looked like they were in a better position than their enemies. The other half of the army was circling around the ice mountain and kept reinforcing the battlefield where Lucian and her team were proving heavy on some five thousand-something tribesmen. The rest of the unprepared tribesmen army was even behind this split army, receiving the report of their men dying left and right. They too had rushed forward, not maintaining any formation—some trying to break the ice mountain while others went around to quickly reach their people and give support. It would be embarrassing if they could not kill eight people after receiving so much damage.

Seeing the dark purple hair fluttering in the wind—that could only belong to their princess—with that enchanting face, the whole wall filled with soldiers gasped at once.

This sound finally broke the reverie of the king, and he quickly bellowed orders for soldiers to go down and get the princess back safely. Damian smiled. The princess wanted to fight. That her innocent face could show such fearsome expressions was quite an amusing thing to observe.

The royal soldiers marched in formation towards the chaotic battle. Both Lucian—still fighting like a crazed boss monster—and the seven humans, halfway through death and moments from becoming legends, were deep inside the encircled tribesmen army. The royal soldiers would have to kill a lot to reach them.

If this was the princess’s plan, that was quite gutsy of her. But if it was Lucian’s plan.. that was devious. Forcing the king to fight—now that was a whole new third option.

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