Master Of None Chapter 712
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Walker found himself with the two dragons showing off every aspect of the golem for at least an hour. Midnight made the spirit use the fire breath skill slightly. It was clear that there was not much control since only a small puff of fire came out of the dragon golems' mouth. However, it was something.
The ember bones in the claws, teeth, and spikes all had the ability to turn the metal red hot and almost melt them. Yet, that was when something interesting happened. The cyclops skin skill from the cyclops flame staff would activate. A red glow would wash over the entire golem making Walker feel at ease but also that he was looking at something tougher than anything he had seen yet.
The orange heated metal would instantly turn dull again while maintaining the heat and allowing the spikes, teeth, and claws to melt through the metal it would touch. This skill really balanced out a major issue with using the ember bones and the flame spirit together. The golem could use the ember ones but there would need to be opposing materials to balance the fire elemental mana which would cause a weaker overall golem to melt.
The cyclops skin skill allowed the fire spirit to push the golem much farther than average and also allow for it to use its' own mana more freely. Walker saw this in the fact that it could cause the flames to travel more than just to the teeth and claws. With a slow movement, the flames could be manipulated from the mouth all the way down the spine and even most of the scales on the dragon golem.
The biggest surprise, however, was when the fire spirit left the golem. "You look fairly happy. I'm glad you can learn something new and have your own dwelling core." The spirit was appeased by this but for some reason, Walker saw Midnight looking expectant as if she knew there was more.
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"Not done yet. More." The fire spirit looked at the golem and so did Walker. He found that it was moving its' head up and down along with swishing its' tail side to side.
"It moves without you in the dwelling core?" This was a shock that Walker was not ready for. He felt his adrenaline pump out of excitement since this was much more unique than he believed it would be.
After staring at it for a few moments Walker knew that something was different/. The movements were stiff in comparison to how the dragon golem acted before. "I see now, when you control it the golem moves as you see fit and fluidly. Yet, when it is left without you it moves on orders in a stiff and slow reaction." The fire spirit flitted about since Walker was smart enough to catch on instantly.
"The golem was not extremely advanced without the fire spirit actively controlling it but when Walker made motions for it to sit or told it to raise a leg it did. He could trust it to take action when needed or help without the fire spirit needing to be around. This was ideal since Walker didn't want to force the fire spirit to always be with the golem. There were sure to be times in the future where the fire spirit may need to do other things.
Midnight and the fire spirit finally looked appeased now that they had shown off the golem to someone. Walker was sure that he was the first one other than Grey to see the finished and tested product. He was also sure that they would repeat all this over again when the rest of the party saw the golem out in the open. The only thing that Walker was glad about was the fact that the other spirits were still off in the resting area with the others since they would have been causing some mischief after seeing the golem. It would be better for them to see it for the first time when they were outside and could enjoy the surface to distract themselves.
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"Want me to store away the golem for now so that you can surprise everyone when we get to the surface? I bet the golem would be pretty amazing shining in the sun." Walker knew just how to sweet talk the spirit in to his ways.
"Surprise! We will surprise!" The fire spirit was even more energetic as it rushed around and ended up resting on Midnight's head.
Midnight was looking at Walker wantingly again and he knew he had just signed himself up for the task of shining her scales before everyone woke up. "Alright, alright, alright. Let me leave a note saying farewell to Grey and I will shine your scales and we can get breakfast for everyone. Sound like a plan?" Midnight enthusiastically bounced around while she waited for Walker to write his note to Grey. Walker couldn't wake Grey up since he knew that he had been working nonstop for days on end.
Walker placed a hand on the dragon style golem and told it to sleep. The mana circulating within it retracted to the mana gems and core before it was pulled in to Walkers' storage. He had half expected it not to go in to his storage because he thought it was almost too lifelike.
With Midnight and the fire spirit behind him, Walker left the high forge and made his way back to the resting area. He had been smart enough to store away some of the roasted eels from the night before and pulled some no stale bread from his inventory. He speedily made sandwiches for everyone. They weren't anything fancy but they were filling enough to get them the energy they needed to travel.
'The skill sandwich stack has been taken from the sandwich king system. The user has automatically learned the skill sandwich stack'
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