Peterman's words made Gawain stop again.
"The other half of what you said was..."
Pittman twirled his somewhat messy beard, and this unprincipled little old man had a rare expression of solemnity on his face: "So far, all magic devices can only achieve 'instant release' spells, like the spell of Evocation. There is no way to use spiritual guidance spells like hands, right?"
Gao Wen understood the other party's meaning in an instant, and opened his eyes slightly because of the possible development prospects of nerve cord technology.
Magic technology is flawed or limited, and this limitation has existed from the very 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, then only need to inject energy, the spell can be released immediately, Fireball, Frostbolt, repulsion tricks and other spells that take effect immediately fall into this category, while the other kind of spells are "spiritual guidance". As the name suggests, its operation requires human beings to use mental power To continuously maintain and control, such as the hand of evocation and various mental spells belong to this category.
Obviously, the magic technology at this stage 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, which is what most magic tools can do. The nature of the device.
This is also the only way Gawain can think of using his "earth way of thinking" to realize the generalization of magic.
However, there are more than one kind of spells in this world. For those spells that require spiritual guidance, magic technology seems to be stretched. Ordinary people without spiritual power can't control a complex and changeable spell in real time by pressing a button, even though Jenny Bian has been trying to use the rune array to control the evocation hand to achieve various operations, and in the process to find a breakthrough for "spiritual guidance" spells, but the clumsy, slow, and error-prone prototype system is still under review. There is no practical value, and there is no hope of 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 immersion neural cockpit, which stores the " "Suggested scene" must be edited by a mage, and technicians with ordinary backgrounds cannot intervene at all. This obviously does not match Gao Wen's research and development ideas.
"The original intention of the Eternal Sleeper to entrust the Death of Everything to develop the nerve cord technology is to expand the religious order, so that those who are not Eternal Sleep priests, such as converted businessmen, minor nobles, and even pagan priests, can also access their dreams. The transformation of the dark doctrine, although their starting point is dark, but the goal they want to achieve is very close to our idea: to enable people who do not have some kind of extraordinary talent to use tools to achieve extraordinary power."
Pittman said unhurriedly, after so many years away from the dark sect, the knowledge deeply imprinted in his memory is gradually emerging, these dark knowledge and the miracles in the magic city in front of him slowly Blending, his thoughts are becoming clearer.
"The nerve cord connects the human brain with the rune, and it replaces the human's 'spiritual induction' process in this process, so we might as well expand our thinking: let ordinary people who cannot sense magic power connect the nerve cord, Will they be able to control the magic power indirectly? If we equip this device with some auxiliary energy devices, spell-casting organs, and auxiliary machinery, then... an ordinary person connected with a nerve cord and a full set of external equipment, and a real Is there any difference between mages?"
A breakthrough has been found for spiritual guidance spells.
It is actually outside the magical technology, in the cultist's technology tree.
"There is a difference..." Looking at the old druid in front of him, Gawain suddenly laughed, "A real mage may have to practice for several years to be promoted to the next level, and he must have enough luck, talent, and money. The 'artificial mage' with the nerve cord has been promoted to one level... I'm afraid it only needs to be replaced with a large magic power capacitor."
Pittman spread his hands: "It will take time to develop a new type of magic capacitor."
"That's true, but as long as it is developed, it can be used on hundreds of thousands or even millions of people immediately..."
Standing behind the two of them, Amber looked at Gawain and then at Pittman. The half-elf had become sleepy since the two of them started discussing technical issues just now, but she still understood what the two old men were discussing. What? When she heard the last few sentences, the half-elf lady couldn't help it: "Oh my god... are you serious about this?"
"Any technology that challenges the norms feels like a fantasy before it is realized," Gao Wen said with a smile, "but the 'rules' are... not just for breaking."
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 one thing: we are not eternal sleepers, nor are we all dead. meeting."
"I understand what you mean," Pittman bowed his head deeply, "please rest assured, I am not now, nor will I be in the future."
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Everything seems to be back on track, the continent is still developing according to the original track, the nobles are still sensual, the countries 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 It caused a little panic for a while, but these panics gradually subsided as the barrier was restored. On the surface, everything in this world was as usual.
But for those who keep an eye on the wasteland, the aftermath of what happened to the Great Wall still lingers.
In the eastern region of Ansu, deep in the underground palace.
The rustling sound of roots rubbing against the stone slab echoed in the deep and dark underground palace. The magic spar lamp was embedded on the ancient stone wall, and the light emitted created pieces of interlaced light and dark areas in this dim palace. Berti La walked through this long corridor she was already familiar with, and came to the place where the patriarchs held their meeting.
Long tables and seats were placed in the wide hall of the underground palace, and the brilliance of the magic spar lamps sprinkled from the roof, illuminating the faces of those participating in the meeting, and some of them turned towards the entrance. One of the priests saw Bertila Then he couldn't help frowning: "You're late again, Master Bertila."
"As long as you didn't discuss anything useful, I'm not late anytime," Beltera responded with sarcasm, and sat down at the long table, "Or...you guys?" Has something useful been discussed?"
This woman’s way of speaking has always been like this, and the elders at the scene have long seen it. The elf twins Fierna and Leierna sitting across the long table laughed and said in unison: “Ha, that’s true. If you don’t Come on, maybe we're all going to start talking about dinner."
"We can discuss it later, but for now, let's pay attention to that wasteland," Bertila shook his head, "The Grand Priest has read the revelation from the Ultimate Book, and our sun... really has a problem, The power it released is stirring up the magical environment of the entire world, and this will greatly speed up the collapse of that barrier."
The patriarchs discussed in a low voice, and during the short discussion, someone looked up at Beltira: "We have already speculated about this before, and the key to the problem now is how big the influence of the sun is. Gondor How long can the wall of the wasteland last, if everything has to be advanced... then, how much will it be advanced?"
"It's a pity that the Ultimate Book didn't give an answer. After all, it's just a man-made counterfeit," Bertila shook his head. "And we don't know the specific technical details of the barrier made by the elves."
A tall and thin middle-aged man looked at the elf twins at the scene: "We have two elves here..."
"It's a pity, we don't know shield technology," the twin elves grinned, "but we can at least be sure of one thing that our Queen will definitely take action, maybe she sent to warn countries, repair The barrier team has already set off at this time."
Bertila waited for the twin elves to finish speaking, coughed softly, and stood up: "No matter what actions the elves will take, we must 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 it reached this situation?"
"This is the will of the Grand Priest," Bertila looked towards the direction of the voice, "The answer given by the Ultimate Book is not optimistic, and we don't have time to prepare slowly."
A person sitting at the end of the long table stood up: "If the plan is to be advanced, we must contact the compatriots on the other side of the wall..."
"Due to the failure of the communication system of the Great Wall, our connection with the wasteland has been interrupted," said a middle-aged man in a black robe with half of his face mutated like bark. "The elves must be in the process of repairing the barrier. The communication channel will be updated, and our 'hidden bridge' will be completely ineffective, now we must restore contact with our compatriots in the wasteland as soon as possible to grasp the situation inside the wall."
"I've already sent someone to contact the Eternal Sleepers, and their mind projection technology is expected to break through the barrier," Bertila said, "Also, Dean Heaton, what's the progress of biomass collection?"
Tall and thin, with a sullen face, Dean Heaton raised his head: "There is still a gap. The change in the situation in the southern border is unexpected."
"... We thought that the war in the southern border would last at least a few years, but we didn't expect that Gawain Cecil directly bulldozed all the noble coalition forces," another dean shook his head, "and he also promoted cremation and funerals in the southern border on a large scale. Purification rites, and there are pitifully few sources of biomass available in that land."
"Don't complain about these useless things," Bertila interrupted the other party. "The body of the pseudo-god is almost completed, and the lack of biomass... After next spring, the Kingdom Army and the Eastern Frontier Army will naturally provide for it." We made it up."
The meeting is over.
One by one the figures in the priest's robe got up and left the hall. The huge space quickly became quiet, and Bertila stayed where she was, and the only ones who left were the twin elves.
"Bertera, you've been really restless recently," the elf twins came to the headmistress, and the pair of smiling sisters smiled together as if they were the same person inside and outside the mirror, and said together, "Do you want us to help you?" Do you 'treat'?"
"I'm not so pitiful yet," Beltera 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 amidst the silver bell-like laughter, they turned and left, leaving only one sentence in Beltera's ears, "Don't you also care about Typhon's fate? Miss Augustus..."
Bertila quietly watched the leaving figure of the elf twins, she let out a very slight sigh, then sat on her seat, raised her head and looked up at the ancient stone roof above.
"Augustus... It's been a long time since I heard it."
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 In the dark, there is a faint light, like breathing.
"In any case, the magic net is indeed a useful thing."