Sword of Daybreaker

Pittman's words made Gao Wen stop again.

"The other half you said is..."

Pittman glared at his own messy beard. This unruly little old man had a rare and solemn face: "So far, all the magical devices can only achieve the 'immediate release' spells, like plastic energy. There is no way for a spirit-guided spell like a hand, isn't it?"

Gao Wen instantly understood the meaning of the other party and slightly widened his eyes because of the possible development prospects of the neural cable technology.

Magic technology is flawed or limited, and this limitation exists from the very beginning.

The "spells" of this world can be divided into two types. One is an instant release. As long as the caster completes the spell model or sets the rune array in advance, only the energy needs to be injected, and the spell can be released immediately. There is no need for more artificial fireballs, Frostbolt, Repulsive Tricks, etc. The spells that take effect immediately fall into this category, while the other spells are "spiritual guidance". As the name suggests, its operation requires human mentality. To maintain and control, such as the hands of plastic energy, all kinds of mental spells belong to this category.

Obviously, the current magical technology can only achieve the first situation by arranging a specific rune array, pre-populating the spell model in the machine, and then pressing a button to release a spell, which is the vast majority of magic guides. The essence of the device.

This is the only way Gao Wen can use his "Earth Thinking" to realize the universalization of magic.

However, there are more than one spell in this world. For those who need spiritual guidance, the magical technique is stretched. The ordinary people who are not mentally capable can't control a complicated and varied spell in real time by pressing the button, even though Jenny. I’ve been trying to use a rune array to control the hands of the plastic energy to achieve various operations, and in the process to find a breakthrough in the “spirit-guided” spell, but the clumsy, slow, error-prototype prototype system is still watching Without any practical value, there is no hope of a breakthrough in the foreseeable future.

In addition, due to this limitation, some of the current magical devices have encountered great constraints during the development process, such as the newly completed immersive nerve cockpit, which is stored internally for users to distinguish between the real world and the illusion. The suggestive scene must be edited by the wizard. The technicians from the ordinary people can't intervene at all, which is obviously inconsistent with Gao Wen's research and development ideas.

"The original intention of the eternal sleepers to entrust the death of all things is to expand the sect. In order to let those who are not the eternal priests, such as merchants, small nobles, even pagan priests, can access their dreams and accept The transformation of the doctrines of darkness, although their starting point is dark, but the goal they are to achieve is very close to our idea: to let those who do not have some extraordinary talents use tools to achieve extraordinary power."

Pittman said without hesitation, after so many years of dark sects, the knowledge that was deeply imprinted in his memory is gradually emerging. These bleak knowledge and the miracle in this magical city are slow. Blending, his ideas are becoming clearer.

"The nerve rope connects the human brain and the runes. It replaces the human 'spiritual induction' process in this process. Then we might as well expand the idea: let the ordinary people who can't sense the magic connect the nerves. Can they indirectly control the magic? If we then use this device with some auxiliary energy devices, law enforcement agencies, auxiliary machinery, then ... ordinary people who connect the nerve cable and a full set of external equipment, and a real Is there a difference in the Master?"

The breakthrough of the spirit-guided spell was found.

It is actually outside the magical technique, in the philanthropic tree of cults.

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

Pitman has a hand: "It takes time to develop a new model of magic capacitors."

"That's it, but as long as it is developed, it can be used immediately for hundreds of thousands or even millions of people..."

Standing behind the two men, look at Gao Wen and look at Pitman. This half-elves jumped from the moment when they started discussing technical issues, but she still understood the two seniors discussing. What when I heard the last few sentences, Miss Half Elf finally couldn’t help it: "Mom... are you serious about this idea?"

“Anything that challenges conventional techniques before they are realized is a fantasy,” Gao Wen said with a smile. “But ‘regular’ is not something to break.”

Then he turned to Pitman and solemnly said: "I think this idea is very feasible. You can try it in the Druid field. You are an expert. But be careful: we are not permanent sleepers, nor are everything dead. meeting."

"I understand what you mean," Pitman bowed his head deeply. "Please rest assured, I am not now, and will not be in the future."

......

Everything seems to be back on track. This continent is still developing according to the original trajectory. The nobles are still singular, the countries are still fighting, the civil war continues, the development continues, the abnormal situation of the giant day and the magnificent wall At one point, it caused some panic, but these panices gradually subsided as the barriers recovered. On the surface, the world is as usual.

But for those who are always paying attention to wasteland, the aftermath of the magnificent wall changes is still continuing.

In the eastern part of Ansu, the underground palace is deep.

The rustling of the roots of the friction slate echoes in the deep, dark underground palace. The magical stone lamp is set in the ancient stone wall, and the radiant light creates a patchwork of dark and dark areas in this dim palace. Pulling through this promenade, which she is already familiar with, came to the place where the leaders held meetings.

In the wide hall of the palace, there are long tables and seats. The brilliance of the magical stone lamps spills from the roof and illuminates the faces of the participants. Some of them turn to the entrance direction. A teacher sees Bertila. Then I couldn't help but frown. "You are late again, Master Bertila."

"As long as you haven't discussed anything useful, then I am not too late to be present at all times," Bellyla responded with a sardonic response and sat down at her own position at the long table. "Still... Have you discussed something useful?"

This woman’s way of speaking has always been the case. The on-site teachers have long been eccentric. The elves twins Felna and Lerna, who are sitting across the long table, smiled in unison: "Hah, that’s true, if you don’t Come, maybe we have to start talking about dinner."

"You can discuss it later, but now we should pay attention to the wasteland first," Bertila shook her head. "The great patriarch saw the revelation from the book of the ultimate, our sun...there was a problem. The power it releases is stirring the magical environment of the entire world, and this will greatly speed up the collapse of the barrier."

The patriarchs whispered, and in a brief discussion, some people looked up at Bertila: "We have speculated about this point. The key to the problem now is how big the influence of the sun is. How long can the wall of waste soil last? If everything is to be advanced... So, how much will it advance?"

"Unfortunately, the ultimate book does not give an answer. It is only a fake fake," Bellilla shook her head. "And we don't know the specific technical details of the barrier that the elf made."

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

"It's a pity, we don't know the shield technology," Gemini said with a grin. "But we can at least be sure that one of our queens will take action. Maybe she sent to warn the country and fix it." The barrier team has already set off at this time."

After the twins, such as Bertila, they coughed a little and stood up: "No matter what action the elves have, we must be prepared. In view of the early changes in the waste, we must consider the plan ahead."

Someone whispered: "Is this situation already?"

"This is the will of the great patriarch," Bellilla looked at the direction of the voice. "The answer given by the book of the ultimate is not optimistic. We have no time to slowly prepare for it."

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

“Because of the failure of the magnificent wall communication system, our connection with the waste soil has been interrupted,” said a middle-aged man with a black robe and half-faced bark-like variation. “The elf is sure in the process of repairing the barrier. Will update the communication channel, our 'dark bridge' will be completely invalid, and now we must restore the contact with the compatriots in the waste soil as soon as possible to grasp the inside of the wall."

"I have sent people to contact the people who have been sleeping, and their mind projection technology is expected to break through the barrier," said Bertila. "In addition, how much is the progress of biomass collection?"

The high and thin, shallow-faced Captain Heaton looked up: "There is still a situation in which the situation in the south is still unexpected."

"...We thought that the war in the South had to be played for at least a few years, but I didn't expect that Govin Cecil directly flattened all the nobility coalition forces," another headmaster shook his head. "And he also promoted cremation in the south. And the purification ritual, on which the source of available biomass is pitiful."

"Don't complain that it's useless," Bertila interrupted the other person's words. "How many fake gods are close to completion, lack of biomass... After next spring, Wang Guojun and Dong Jingjun will naturally Fill it up for us."

The meeting is over.

The figure of the robes of the priests got up and left the hall. The vast space quickly became quiet. Bertila stayed in the place without leaving. Except her, the only one left was the pair of elves.

"Beltila, you have been very upset recently," said the elf twins in front of the female teacher. The smiling sisters, like the same person inside and outside the mirror, laughed together and said, "Would you like us to help?" Do you 'treat'?"

"I haven't been so pitiful to this point," Bertila refused the two indifferently. "It's you, as an elf, really don't care about the fate of the silver empire after the barrier collapsed?"

"Haha," the twins laughed crisply. In the silver bell-like laughter, they turned and left, leaving only a word floating into the ears of Bertila. "Don't you care about the fate of Tifeng?" Ms. Augustus..."

Bertila quietly watched the figure of the elf's twins leaving, she gave a very slight sigh, then sat in her position, looked up and looked up at the stone old roof above.

"Agus is all... It’s been a long time since I heard it."

On the mottled and ancient roof, the magic spar lamp is still bright. Around the magic spar, the newly inlaid metal plates are neatly arranged, extending all the way to the top of the adjacent pillars. The runes on the metal plates are The light shimmers in the darkness, just like breathing.

"In any case, the Magic Net is really a good thing."