Chapter 541: Aftermath in the Shadows

Pittman's words made Gawain stop again.

"The other half of what you said is..."

Pittman was licking his messy beard, and this little old man who had never been serious had a rare solemnity on his face: "So far, all magic devices can only achieve 'instant release' spells, like the There's no way to use spiritual guidance spells like hands, right?"

Gawain understood the meaning of the other party in an instant, and slightly widened his eyes due to the possible development prospects of nerve cord technology.

Magic technology is flawed—or limited, and it's been there since the beginning.

The "spells" in this world can be roughly divided into two types. One is instant release. As long as the caster completes the spell model or sets up the rune array in advance, the spell can be released immediately by injecting energy. No more human involvement is required - fireball, Frostbolt, repulsion tricks, etc. all fall into this category, while the other spell is "mental channeling", which, as the name suggests, requires humans to use Spiritual power to continuously maintain and control, such as the evocative hand, various mental spells belong to this category.

Obviously, the current magic technology can only achieve the first situation - by arranging a specific rune array, storing the spell model in the machine in advance, and then pressing a button to release a spell, this is the vast majority of The essence of magic devices.

This was also the only way that Gawain could think of using his "Earth Thinking Way" to realize the universalization of magic.

However, there are more than one kind of spells in this world. For those spells that require spiritual guidance, magic guidance technology is stretched. Ordinary people without spiritual power cannot control a complex and changeable spell in real time by pressing a button, although Zhan Ni's side has been trying to use the rune array to control the evocative hand to achieve various operations, and in the process to find a breakthrough in "spiritual guidance" spells, but the clumsy, slow, and error-prone prototype system is currently There is no practical value in sight, and no hope of a breakthrough in the foreseeable future.

In addition, due to this limitation, some current magic devices have encountered great constraints in the research and development process, such as the just-completed immersive neural cockpit, which is internally stored to allow users to distinguish between the real world and illusions The "hint scene" of the game must be edited by a mage, and technicians from ordinary people cannot intervene at all, which is obviously inconsistent with Gawain's research and development ideas.

"The original intention of the Eternal Sleeper commissioning the End of Everything to develop nerve cord technology is to expand the sect, to allow those who are not Eternal Sleep priests - such as converted merchants, minor nobles, and even pagan priests - can also access them The dream world, accepting the transformation of dark teachings, although their starting point is dark, but the goal they want to achieve is very close to our idea: let people who do not have some kind of extraordinary talent use tools to achieve extraordinary power.

"

Pittman said casually, after being away from the dark sect for so many years, the knowledge that was deeply imprinted in his memory is gradually emerging. These dark knowledge and the miracles in this magic city are slowly emerging Blending, his thoughts are becoming more and more clear.

"The nerve cord connects the human brain and the runes. It replaces the human's 'spiritual induction' process in this process. Then we might as well expand the idea: let ordinary people who cannot sense magic be connected to the nerve cord, Can they control magic indirectly? If we match this device with some auxiliary energy devices, spellcasting mechanisms, and auxiliary machinery, then... ordinary people with nerve cords and a full set of external equipment, and a real Is there any difference between the mage?"

The breakthrough for the mind-channeling spell-like has been found.

It turned out to be outside the magic technology, in the cult's technology tree.

"There is a difference..." Looking at the old Druid in front of him, Gawain suddenly laughed, "A real mage would probably have to practice for several years to be promoted to the first level, and must have enough luck, talent and money, and a The 'artificial mage' connected to the nerve cord is promoted to one level... I am afraid that only a large magic capacitor needs to be replaced."

Pittman spread his hands: "It also takes time to develop new models of magic capacitors."

"That's true, but as long as it's developed, it can be used on hundreds of thousands or even millions of people right away..."

Amber standing behind the two looked at Gawain and then at Pittman. The half-elf was instantly sleepy from the moment the two of them started discussing technical issues, but she still understood what the two elderly people were discussing. What - when she heard the last few sentences, the half-elf lady finally couldn't help it: "My God... Are you serious about this idea?"

"Any technology that challenges conventions will feel like a fantasy before it's implemented," Gawain said with a smile, "but things like 'conventions'... aren't meant to be broken."

Then he turned to Pittman and said solemnly: "I think this idea is very feasible, you can try it - you are an expert in the field of druids. But pay attention to this: we are not sleepers, and we are not all things. death party."

"I understand what you mean," Pitman bowed his head deeply, "don't worry, I am not now, nor will I be in the future."

...

Everything seems to be back on track, the continent is still developing according to the original trajectory, the nobles are still voluptuous, the nations are still fighting openly and secretly, the civil war continues, the development continues to develop, the abnormal situation of the giant sun and the magnificent wall There was a little panic for a while, but these panics gradually subsided as the barrier recovered. On the surface, everything in this world was business as usual.

But for those who keep an eye on the wasteland, the aftermath of the Great Wall's mutation still lingers.

East of Ansu, deep in the underground palace.

The rustling sound of roots rubbing against the stone slabs reverberated in the deep and dark underground palace. The magic spar lamp was embedded in the ancient stone wall, and the light emitted created a staggered light and dark area in this dim palace. Berti Pulling through this long corridor that she was already very familiar with, she came to the place where the headmasters held their meeting.

There are long tables and seats in the spacious hall of the underground palace. The brilliance of the magic spar lamps shone from the roof, illuminating the faces of those attending the meeting. Some of them turned towards the entrance, and a dean saw Bertila. After that, he couldn't help frowning: "You're late again, Headmaster Bertila."

"As long as you guys don't discuss anything useful, I'm not late for any time I'm there," Bertila responded with a hint of sarcasm, and took her seat at the long table, "Or... Have you discussed something useful?"

This woman's way of speaking has always been like this, and the headmasters at the scene have long been surprised, and the elf twins Firna and Leerna sitting across from the long table laughed in unison: "Ha, that's not true - if If you don't come, maybe we'll start discussing dinner."

"We can discuss it later, but for now, let's focus on that wasteland first," Bertila shook his head, "The Grand Master saw the revelation from the Book of Ultimate, our sun... There is indeed a problem. , the power it unleashes is stirring up the magical environment of the entire world, and this will greatly speed up the collapse of that barrier."

The deans discussed in a low voice, and in the short discussion, someone looked up at Bertila: "We have already speculated about this before, and now the crux of the matter is - how much influence does the sun have? How long can the wall of Gondor Wasteland last, and if everything is to be advanced...then, how much will it be advanced?"

"It's a pity that the Book of Ultimate didn't give an answer. After all, it's just a man-made fake," Bertila shook his head. "And we don't know the specific technical details of the barrier built by the elves."

A tall, thin middle-aged man looked at the elves at the scene: "We have two elves here..."

"It's a pity, we don't understand shielding technology," the twin elves giggled, "but we can at least be sure of one thing—our Her Majesty the Queen will definitely take action, maybe she will be sent to warn the nations , The team to repair the barrier has already set off at this time."

Bertila waited for the twin elves to finish, coughed softly, and stood up: "No matter what the elves will do, we have to be prepared - in view of the early changes in the wasteland, we have to consider advancing the plan. "

Someone exclaimed in a low voice: "Has this situation reached?"

"This is the will of the Grand Master," Bertila looked towards the direction of the voice. "The answer given by the Book of Ultimate is not optimistic. We don't have time to prepare slowly."

The person sitting at the end of the long table stood up: "If the plan is to be advanced, we must contact our compatriots on the other side of the wall..."

"Due to the failure of the communication system of the magnificent wall, our connection with the wasteland has been cut off," said a middle-aged man in a black robe with half of his face mutated like tree bark, "the elves must be in the process of repairing the barrier. The communication channel will be updated, our 'dark bridge' will be completely ineffective, and now we must restore contact with our compatriots in the wasteland as soon as possible - to grasp the situation inside the wall."

"I've sent someone to contact the Eternal Sleepers—their teleportation technology is expected to break through the barrier," Bertila said. "Also, Master Heaton, how's the biomass collection going?"

Tall and thin, with a sullen face, Dean Heaton raised his head: "There is still a gap - the change in the situation in the South is unexpected."

"...We thought that the southern border war would be fought for at least a few years, but we didn't expect that Gawain Cecil would directly overthrow all the noble coalition forces," the other headmaster shook his head, "and he is also promoting it on a large scale in the southern border. Cremation and purification ceremonies, there are very few biomass sources available on that land.”

"Don't complain about these useless things," Bertila interrupted the other party's words, "How much counts - the body of the false god is almost completed, the lack of biomass... After next spring, the Royal Army and the Eastern Frontier Army will be Naturally it will make up for it for us.”

the conference has ended.

The figures in priest robes got up and left the hall, and the huge space quickly became quiet. Bertila stayed where she was and did not leave. Except for her, the last ones to leave were the pair of elf twins.

"Bertiera, you've been really restless recently," the twins came to the headmistress, and the two smiling sisters laughed together as if they were the same person inside and outside the mirror, and said together, "Would you like us to help? Would you 'treat' it?"

"I'm not so pitiful yet," Bertila rejected the two of them indifferently, "but you, as elves, really don't care about the fate of the Silver Empire after the barrier collapses?"

"Haha," the twins laughed crisply, and in that silver bell-like laughter, they turned and left, leaving only one sentence floating into Bertila's ears, "Don't you also care about Typhon's fate? Lady Augustus..."

Bertila quietly watched the figure of the elves leaving, she let out a very slight sigh, then sat in her place, raised her head and looked up at the ancient stone roof above.

"Augustus...I haven't heard it for a long time."

On the mottled and ancient roof, the magic spar lamps are still bright. Around the magic spar lamps, the newly inlaid metal plates are neatly arranged, extending to the top of the adjacent pillars. The runes on the metal plates are A light flickered in the darkness, like breathing.

"Anyway, the magic net is indeed a useful thing."

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