Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

The boat took them to the airbase in under ten minutes, nearly flying across the surface of the water as the driver pushed it to its limits to make sure that they would make it there on time for whatever rescue was needed.

They didn't know what had happened within the city, but the pilot had been frantic to relay the situation, and now Wolfe was here with a group of powerful people demanding that they hurry.

While he could personally fly much faster than the transport, most of the others couldn't so the plane was a necessity not just for the supplies.

"First, I will create some new Arrays here so that we can do the day's spell casting without any holdups. Then I will have everyone channel mana through me so that we can get it done faster. I know that some of you are better than I am with an element, but since the spell uses three at once, it's better for the overall speed if I do it." Wolfe explained.

"Three Elements? I thought that the weapons were just wind and fire?" One of the Fae asked curiously.

"Not today. I'm going to add Gravity to the mix so that the impact of the bullets is also a factor, in case the target has magical resistance. I am told that some of the Undead are very difficult to damage with spells, so hitting them with a high velocity projectile is the better option.

The actual bullets have a hard time penetrating monsters, and using Gravity Magic isn't easy for most people, but against an empowered Monster Tide, it is better that they have the options. I can also add gravity charms to melee weapons, but not many witches use heavy blunt objects, that's more of a niche aspect for the larger Demons." Wolfe added.

One of the Demons smiled. "How awesome would that be? A hammer that hits like it weighs a tonne? It would absolutely crush."

For a blade, it would be better to enhance the sharpness so that it would cut smoothly through the target without slowing to a stop, or penetrate thick hide and armour. Adding gravity magic to increase the force behind it was just a waste of energy if it was sharp enough.

Wolfe led the way into one of the production rooms in the airbase, where they made some of the items that went out to the surrounding villages.

Originally, this had been intended to do most of the production work, but that had fallen by the wayside as the number of weapons needed kept increasing. Who could have expected back when they upgraded the airbase that not only would witch from other continents attack, but then everything would turn into a huge mess and Forest Grove would become the epicentre of the power shift on the continent?

"I will make the new arrays next to the regular ones, since they will still be used for most things. This version is more of an emergency version, and much too destructive for casual use." Wolfe informed the others as they reached the spot where the construction teams were working.

"Too destructive?" One of the Demons asked, while the Fae beside her rolled its eyes.

"They're carnivores, moron. The Monsters aren't just a nuisance, they're also a wild food source. If you blow them up and waste the meat, you've still got to hunt more for dinner."

The demon looked shaken at the news, and Wolfe realized that it was quite possible that they had never considered where the meat that they had been eating since their arrival came from. Forest Grove didn't have any ranches, and they didn't raise any monsters but chickens.

So, they had eggs grown in town, but all the meat was outsourced to the patrols and hunting teams, or brought in by the villagers to trade.

The fact that the Demon had never thought about food coming from somewhere other than the market, or possible the fridge, was highly entertaining to the Fae, who had spent many hours in the gardens, making sure that there would be fresh food that was up to their personal standards at all times.

They were upper nobility, from a noble family, and the efforts of Rank Three witches were decent, but hardly fit for the tastes of the most spoiled of Nobles. Once they had lived off only the finest, it was a chore even to dine with the lower nobles, who would greatly enjoy such delicacies as the kitchen routinely produced.

"Alright, here are the emergency Arrays. If you need to use these, you will need to call in someone because they will have to be made at Rank Four or stronger to be effective. Today, we will be creating them with Rank Five strength, and then shipping them with regular Rank Two ammunition.

The majority of the fight will be fine with that, and then they can have their elite troops use the special weapons as an upgrade against the leaders of the undead hordes." Wolfe explained.

The Fae looked confused. "Why not just make a whole batch of Rank Seven bullets and send the Undead Horde packing back to where they came from in an afternoon?"

Now it was the Demon's turn to look smug.

"And when they only end up using half of it and see the opportunity to turn Rank Seven firepower against their neighbours and anyone else that they have a grievance with?" He asked.

The Fae sighed. "I get your point. Even the Fae courts would be chaos if someone started randomly spreading Rank Seven attack spells around the minor nobility without thought or concern for their future use. At least this way, only the elites have the most damaging weapons, and they're already proven and battle tested with a loyal history."

Wolfe patted her on the head. "I'm glad we all understand the assignment. Now, channel mana to me, and I will start casting the spells to make a whole new batch of rifles and a plane load of ammunition. What is here is all for the regular daily supply runs."