Chapter 265 - Possessed Saw!

The saw just became faster and faster by the passing second, it appeared really stable but such technology got Osira a bit spooked. Usually it requires a moving river or pure man power to get a saw moving, this breaks normal. It moves itself, considering the current technology one would think this is demonic.

"What is this contraption, even the Snow Ignites of Maleemia didn't have it!" Stated Osira as she walked further away from it with Eric on his grip.

"Just relax, we should be happy!" Eric replied with a lot of enthusiasm on his tone as he tried to escape his grip, however he failed because in order to escape he would have to grab her arm. That's a no go, he is too shy to ever do that! "This will help us build whatever we want a lot faster!"

"Let's just get out of here!" She started to panic furthermore, almost lifting Eric over his shoulder. She just required one more reason to do so, at least that way it would be less awkward. "This can slice us in two if something goes wrong!"

Even the metal on it started screeching as they debated if they should stay here or not, subconsciously it just made Osira feel a lot more scared. She just doesn't understand how this saw moves it self. "Maybe it is posessed?" She thought as she dragged Eric further from it.

Although Eric is considered strong when considering his size, he just failed to fight Bittore's grip. She was dragging him around like a bean bag, because when it comes to physical strength she is a bit stronger and taller too which is literally an upper advantage.

As he was pulled to the 10 meter wide road separating the sections, Eric just decided to gather his guts and insist on staying here. However to explain that he is very serious about it, he had to make complete eye contact. That just started tying his stomach in to knots!

Getting a firm footing on the ground and first refusing to move further, he turned around and with a firm soft tone he requested. "Relax, this isn't as scary as it seems!" Making strong eye contact for once instead of giving small peeks explained how serious Eric is being for once.

But she still refused! "No, that thing moves itself and is very old. What if the saw's support falls apart?" She indeed makes a good point, her tone rising along with her sentence explains it too. But she is still over reacting, either just scared of machinery or scared of basically anything advanced!

Still insisting as he finally lost her grip, "It sounds stable, look at that speed!" He pointed towards the saw, now moving so fast that its sharp jaws look nothing but a rapidly moving piece of metal, as for the wooden wheel on the other side is seemingly moving slow enough for its arms to be quite visible, they aren't moving at rapidly fast.

"Well, I'm not approaching that thing!" She hung firm to her thoughts, that contraption just looks to unstable. The saw nearly reaches 4 feet in size, there is a lot to be scared of here!

"You don't need too, just say here." Giving her one final glance he stated, "I will check it out and see If I can stop it." Showing enough sympathy to cause a small little blush on her face, he added. "I hate to see you scared!"

"I'm not scared!" She gave a little shout, as her cheeks became a bit red in embarassmant. The tough girl who killed the King is finally scared, rather adorable to watch!

"Of course of course!" He added in a bit of a joking matter, fairly not believing anything she said but hey she at least let him go to the saw again!

As he dashed closer to the stone cutter as fast as he could, trying not to trip on any other Iron tools and make this situation go for the worse. As he approached the saw with fire blowing from his palm to illuminate the place, he found the scene beyond amazing.

His fire was reflecting on the fast moving saw, and it appeared to spin quite in a straight dependable direction, no buts about it. He even was dumb bold enough to walk in front of the saw to check that stability, there are at least a handful of ways to check how stable it is but he was in a bit of a rush.

Looking back at a piece of unfinished brick near him, he still kept the fire going on his hand and grabbed the brick with his other. This one looks 6 feet tall, so it clearly isn't ready yet since all the bricks here appear to be 3 feet long unless there are support beams or tunnel ceilings built.

The brick is way too heavy to lift with one hand, so he had to slip his hand underneath it he still tried to keep the Fire on his palm going. Rather hard to do at first but he managed to maintain it after he lifted the brick completely off the ground. It feels like 15-20 Kilos. Nearly half his weight but he can carry it for a few meters easily. The backpack he carried for weeks was almost equally heavy.

He wanted to put the brick vertically towards the saw first since that's how lumber is cut to make planks. But considering that it is only a foot wide vertically, he felt like it made no sense to cut it like that. So he just decided to turn this 6 foot long brick to a 3 foot long one, that at least makes a lot more sense.

Placing the tip of the brick over the arm like smooth support of the stone cutter, he slid it forwards after with a bit of effort until he felt like it is set even. This is clearly a job requiring two people, since he can't push a 15 Kilogram brick from one side himself.

Deciding to ask for help since his anxiety started to rise, he shouted. "Osira, come here!"

"Turn it off first!" She shouted from the far distance, able to hear him more now that the stone cutter is screeching less.

"Oh nevermind!" He replied after, he came up with a little idea!

Dashing towards the other tip of this contraption, on the opposite side of the saw. He gave a little bit more illumination to the place around him so he can focus a shot. The brick is set evenly on the support of the saw, standing just a couple inches away from the blade.

Now he doesn't want to break the brick with a Fireball, he just wants to give it a little even push! Focusing his aim for a few seconds, he shot a foot tall Fireball towards it. It was almost a blank shot, Mogranius tried to teach him how to shoot one before but Eric has just too much power, he has to burn!

The shot just scratched a couple of small pieces from the brick, but at least it pushed it enough towards the saw. Once a couple inches of the brick sank in the saw, the rest was just pulled in! The brick was pulled to the ground at the other side of the blade, Eric approached it right after and saw it perfectly cut. The only bit of imperfection is the bit he blew off!

The saw cuts amazingly well, but it is time to shut it down, calm Osira and report this amazing piece of information back to the Grand Leader, Bittore Nardone!

Giving it a little thought, he theorized that the way to stop this saw is possibly related to the way he started it, on that wooden wheel. But he wanted to be careful, the wood is quite rotten and to get a splinter from that thing is like asking for a risk of amputation.

He got his Fur Coat this morning and his fur hat too. So pulling his hat off, surrounding his right hand with it to protect his grip. He approached the wheel closer and closer, grabbing it lightly after and trying to pull it back he felt himself being dragged down with the wheel.

Luckily he was able to let go, but one thing he noticed after is the wheel moving about 30% slower! It was easy to know since he paid half a minute of attention to it so far. Now it even feels a bit easier to get a firm grip on it, so he grabbed one of the arms instead this time!

Holding it just for a couple of seconds before his grip was dragged down by the wheel, he found it that not only the wheel is moving slow enough to stop it with his head or his behind, but he also is able to see the sharp tips of the saw.

Giving it one last grip and able to stop the wheel completely, he just glanced upon the saw on the other end of this contraption slowing down noticeably fast. 20 countings after it just gave a couple final spins before it completely stopped!

"Osira, I stopped it." He yelled as much as he could, trying not to sound weird in the process too. Yelling isn't exactly his thing, he isn't used to it!