Magus Infinite Chapter 169

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I walked toward the nearest golem, stepping past the heads, and I could feel the coldness of the metal even from a few feet away, as if they were made from materials that were many times colder than ice.

This sensation made me distinctly uncomfortable. I have read that the higher you go, the colder it becomes, and outside the planet, space is very cold, and I could imagine that these golems were built to survive and live in the darkness and the coldness of space, and there should be no reason I should ever see them with my eyes.

Reaching the golem on the right, I placed my palm against its leg, and I felt nothing. There was a low vibration or hum of latent magic, and when I tried to use my new senses through the threads, it simply bounced off, and I got no information.

I even felt a bit of a headache, as if I had received a bit of backlash from trying to see past the metallic skin, and this fascinated me.

Going back towards one of the nearest heads, I crouched and focused on the cut on the neck, and I noticed that there was no dust, even as this golem had rested here for at least ten thousand years.

I began to feel a deepening curiosity take over me, as I realized that I was standing before what anyone on the continent would call an impossible creation.

Whatever these things were, I had no doubt that their creation might just be causally breaking certain laws of magic and craftsmanship known to the mages, and a glint of excitement was beginning to rise in my heart.

I wanted to understand what I was dealing with, and I have always understood things best by breaking them a little.

The palm that I placed on the head of the Warden began to glow as I poured lightning through it. This was not a “spell.” Cor Telluris had transformed enough of my channels across my skin and muscle that I could easily create lightning with a gesture across my entire body with Lightning Resonance.

What was even more amazing was that, as I was hardly using a small fraction of my Anima, but the power emerging from my hand, I could fry a Khaazim, and I was not using any spell. I could see the glow travelling under my skin that was pouring towards my palm, and it was an easy thing to believe that what flowed under my skin was lightning.

I had not seen an Adept like this. Even an Arcanist looked human when they were activating their abilities, but an Adept had fourteen primary channels, and their other resonance channels were small and weak in comparison to the 1,450 channels that Cor Telluris had recreated inside my body.

For a moment, I was not focused on the lightning I was pouring towards the head of the golem and was enraptured by the lights flowing underneath my skin.

A moment later, a weird sound appeared around my body as if the world had drawn its breath, and Lightning Essence began to pour into the space between my hand and the golem’s head.

They resembled tiny blue sparks in the shape of tiny worms, and as I looked over in astonishment at the sheer amount of Essence that I was summoning from hardly placing any effort, I began to see Lightning Essence with different shapes, but these shapes were mostly abstract.

I smiled at this display, and I looked down at my hand, expecting to see a few changes on the spot where I was releasing so much power, but the metal underneath my hand… did not care.

It did not glow or soften, it did not so much as grow a bit warm, and the heat I poured in simply went somewhere, and the black surface stayed exactly as cold as before I began.

I began to push harder, and the range of Essence around me began to expand, as I began to actively draw power from my Anima Depth, until I felt the hollow place behind my soul take notice of how much I was spending.

I was surrounded by a bright glow that would have blinded me as an Acolyte, and yet, the metal received all of it and returned nothing, and the metal did not even heat a single degree.

I stopped, a bit of astonishment in my heart. Was the power difference between me and a Sovereign that great, or were these golems just extremely special?

I reached, almost without deciding to, for the Loom, and silver threads of lightning poured out of my hand and began to spread across the head of the Gate Warden. I closed my eyes, pushing my senses to the limits, but what was surprising was that even the cut on the neck that should have given me access to the insides of this Warden was seamless.

Even its open weakness gave me no way to access it, and my threads did not find anything to grip, and I could not even create any weakness in the material.

Frowning, I began to actively manipulate the loom, and threads erupted from my entire arm, hundreds of them. I grunted a bit at the pain from having so many threads emerge from my arm, but my channels were stable, and the pain I was feeling came from those channels that had not yet been transformed.

If I completed my channels, then I would eliminate one weakness of this spell.

[The Loom of Lightning 64(Adept) Epic – Broken-Celestial]

Hmm, I had wondered why none of my new spells had a level beside them, but it seemed that I needed to use them in their entirety to settle them into the core of my soul.

A minute passed, and I released the loom and sat back on my heels and reviewed everything that I just learned.

I am not sure if Lightning Edict or Lightning Tribunal would be able to do much, and I did not want to push these spells at this moment, but these were not all the tools I had in my belt.

“Hollow, you have to help me with this,” I said aloud as I summoned one of my most important Broken-Celestial Skill, Soul-Forge.