Chapter 494: Battleship

There was a peculiar weakness to this Meditation Art that struck Andar as strange and he hoped to be rid of it soon when he became a Mage or else it would present its own set of challenges.

Andar could not allow himself to bleed or become injured for long, and if his blood was spilled, he must make sure that he stayed near the site of his injury for a while, if not he would begin losing knowledge.

The Endless Vault Meditation Art stored information in his cells, when he was injured, the information contained in his body would follow his discarded body parts be it his skin or his blood, and if he stayed close enough, the data could be copied into his body once more and added to his newly grown cells.

This was not much of a problem inside the Body Farm for Andar as he was relatively safe here and he did not register for any combat class, reducing any avenue for him to get injured by mistake. Yet it was always on the back of his mind that he must never let himself get injured or his battle prowess and even sanity would be flowing away piece by piece.

Andar looked at the parts that would soon be repaired and polished and now had a unique problem before him, he did not have to worry about not finding the parts he needed for this test for he already saw he could use every part here, however, what he needed to do was find the best puppet to be created with these materials in the shortest time possible, after all, he still had five tests and they all came with their special sort of difficulties.

It did not take him long to realize that with the Materials he had before him, he could create a couple of mechanized soldiers and weapons and dozens of other designs, or... he could do something very different!

Excited, his eyes shone bright and he saw that the materials on hand would not be enough to create the full vision in his head, so instead of giving up, Andar began to improve on that design, pushing himself into the air until he sat cross-legged on a cushion of wind.

He stayed in that position for an hour, and already his body was now gray and dull as if he was turning to stone, but he gritted his teeth and persevered through the pain of his body slowly ossifying inch by inch for another thirty minutes before succeeding with a joyful cry.

With the impossible amount of Aether in his system, Andar could heal pretty fast, and the damages he sustained from petrification should be gone in about an hour, and what he intended to be building would take two. Enough time for him to be at hundred percent before the next test.

Andar calculated the weight of what he would be building and placed it at fifteen tons. This was nearly the limit he could support comfortably while performing delicate work.

Andar did not waste any more time contemplating as the simulation for his creation had already been run a thousand times inside his head, he began to assemble the puppet, a single-passenger light battleship!

This was the only true way he could display his unreasonable foundation as the proprietor of the Endless Vault.

The air in front of Andar warped as blue flames burning as high as 2,000° ignited in front of him, fuelled by his seemingly inexhaustible Aether, tentacles of water and air began retrieving polished parts floating in the air and began to assemble the framework of the ship.

At first, everyone watching his actions with bated breath did not understand what he was doing, the framework he was creating seemed too massive for any basic-level puppet that any Acolyte could create, yet the sheer amount of power Andar was emanating was enough indication that whatever he was planning was not small.

It took three more minutes before a gasp went through the crowd, a knowledgeable Acolyte had pointed out that the shape he was creating was similar to a ship. When that statement passed through the crowd, at first most of them were skeptical, but Andar's speed of building his puppet was so fast they could not deny the shape of what was being assembled before their eyes.

A proud Acolyte holding an elaborate skull of a Manticore puppet, looked at what she had been creating for the better part of five hours and had to struggle to keep her heart steady, however, like everyone else, she quietly dropped what she was doing and watched Andar.

In her heart, she understood that it was a blessing to be here when such a person existed.

Mage were pragmatic individuals, and they all understood what it meant for such a genius to exist. It was rarer than a Quillin tear. Perhaps someone like him would never be born again in this universe.

This was not an overly romantic sentiment. Every god or Archmage in a manner was truly a unique individual that stood above uncountable trillions. Their lives and stories were unique, and to see their likes again was difficult if not impossible.

There was clanking and low thrum like high voltage electricity passing through a copper wire. That sound announced a surge of lightning shooting out from the tips of Andar's fingers.

Unlike uncontrollable lightning bolts, Andar shaped this lightning into the shape of a staff more than three hundred feet tall and placed it behind him. Various high-level Inscriptions were dancing around the staff preserving its structural integrity.

Harnessing such a powerful force of nature would be amazing enough, but his control over it was what was awe-inspiring.

Andar at this moment with his actions, did not resemble an Acolyte, or even a Mage but an Archmage!

The pillar of lightning behind him appeared as if it could pierce the heavens, and the flames, water, and air he conjured as he created the battleship were bright and stunning and could be seen from miles away.

Andar floated in the air and drew power from the pillar of lightning behind him, using it to power various components inside the battleship before he installed it, a necessary step before he sealed them inside the hull.

Gears whirred and metal parts clanged, with the last part fitted neatly into the shell of the battleship, it hummed to life, as bright blue flames poured from six ports below the ship holding up its twelve-meter, fifteen-ton body up in the air.