The cold wind whistled past the walls and towers in the wilderness, bringing out a sharp howl between the temporary barracks. The golden imperial flag with blue background fluttered at the top of the towering flagpole. The technicians and engineers on their way to work were crossing the road between the barracks, and in front of them, the huge hexagonal prism-shaped facility had begun to take shape.
The magic obelisk that temporarily provided energy for the construction of the barracks stood at the end of the path. The Holme Crystal spun in the air, emanating a constant and gentle blue halo. Within the coverage of the magic field, all kinds of construction machinery were being activated. Kamel floated out of a nearby building and looked up at the hexagonal prism. The base of the prism was made of reinforced concrete and was the size of a barn. The upper half of the prism glowed with a cold iron-gray luster, emitting a pale blue glimmer on the cold outer wall. Higher up, one could see the crystal devices floating around the outer wall, as well as the roof structure that had yet to be closed.
Today's welding work had begun. Dazzling light flashed between the steel frame and the metal plates at the top of the prism. The technicians wearing engineering magical terminals were nervously and orderly completing the sealing of the power column. It was an alloy device that ran vertically through the entire facility, composed of a large number of stacked runic groups and a mechanical adjustment shaft. It was essentially a more precise and specialized 'power ridge'. It was equivalent to the heart of the entire facility, capable of delivering pure, adjusted arcane energy to the focusing unit at the top while synchronizing with the other two energy towers near the portal.
This was the pure arcane energy source device that Kamel had designed. It was not just an enlarged version of the laboratory model. To support the most daring 'Gate' operation in the history of mortals, Kamel had poured all of his wisdom and achievements in the field of arcane into these devices. In order to ensure that the power was sufficient, he had to ensure that the entire facility was reliable. That was why he had built a total of three such 'hexagonal prism' around the Castle of Contract. Theoretically, as long as one energy tower could maintain more than 50% of the power output, the portal to the divine realm would be stable.
"Master Kamel." "Good morning, Master Kamel." "Good day, Master."
Technicians kept passing by and greeting the arcane master from the Gondor era with respect. There were even occasional people from Typhon among them. They were the Typhon sorcerers who were in charge of the technical handover with Cecil's camp.
Kamel could not help but feel a little emotional. Not long ago, the two countries were still at loggerheads and seemed to be on the brink of war. However, with the establishment of the alliance, the common interests and the fact that they were interdependent had bound everyone together. Perhaps in some fields, there was still tension between Typhon and Cecil, and there were still people who were conflicted about the increasingly friendly exchanges between the two countries. But at least here … everyone had to be honest enough.
Of course, that was not the only reason why the Typhon scholars were so respectful to Kamel. Their respect came from the 'uniqueness' of the great arcanist himself. He was an academic master who was already a grand sorcerer in the Gondor era. At the same time, he had directly faced the power of the gods and possessed an unimaginable life form. Coupled with his powerful personal strength, all these factors combined made everyone who had a little understanding of the supernatural have to be respectful when they saw Kamel.
Kamel shook his head and threw the irrelevant thoughts out of his mind.
He did not care how the people of Typhon thought of him. In fact, he did not care what anyone thought of him at all. He was here to carry out an unprecedented mission, a mission that no one in the ancient Gondor era dared to dream of, a mission that many generations of rebels had failed to succeed in their lifetime. He had to devote all his limited energy to this matter.
At this moment, a familiar young female voice suddenly sounded from the side. "Master Kamel …. My mentor asked me to confirm the situation of the energy system with you …"
Kamel looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young female sorceress in a black robe with shoulder-length black hair standing next to him and looking at him.
She was Daniel's apprentice, one of the 'technical diplomats' sent by Typhon to contact Cecil's camp. According to the public information, he first met this young Typhon girl in the early days of the 'Gate' project.
But in fact, he had known this' Miss Mary 'for two to three years — in the neural network.
Mary tried her best to keep a straight face and put on a business-like attitude to counteract her natural nervousness when she saw Carmel. Frankly speaking, she did not succeed. Everyone could see that she was at a loss in front of Grand Arcanist Cecil. However, this was not a problem. Her nervousness was completely in line with her usual personality. It was also the reaction that most low-level mages would have when they saw a grand arcanist. No one here doubted her, except for Mary, who had been scaring herself all day long.
"The No.1 energy tower has been capped. As you can see, the main structure of the No.2 tower has been completed. It will be capped in two days. There was a small problem with the power column of the No.3 tower, and it took a few days while waiting for the spare parts to be delivered. But you and your mentor can rest assured that the final completion date will not be affected." Kamel said with a bright face, his voice with a humming echo.
"Yes … Yes, Master Kamel," Mary nodded and said immediately. Then she looked up and looked at the 'Cecil Industrial Products', which was completely different in style from traditional magic facilities.
The huge energy rail and the steel beams used to support the energy rail stretched across the sky like some kind of rugged spine from the camp to the Contract Castle not far away, and joined with other structures over the main building of the Contract Castle before connecting to the hall with the high dome through a series of complex magic devices. The young female sorceress knew that her mentor and other scholars were busy in the hall, building the main body of the portal. In other parts of the area, in camps and laboratories, there were more scholars from more distant places gathering together. Countless brilliant minds were working in the same direction.
The scene made the young Mary feel a little unreal. As an apprentice mage who lived in fear in a dilapidated mage tower deep in the mountains, she would never have thought that she would one day appear in such an occasion and shoulder the unimaginable responsibility of a 'technical diplomat'.
The young female sorceress was a little distracted, but Kamel did not intend to remind her. He just turned around and slightly raised his body, his eyes filled with arcane radiance sweeping across the open wasteland. In his extraordinary vision based on magic induction, he could see a 'grand scene' that ordinary mages could not see even if they tried their best.
A huge amount of energy was gathering around the Contract Castle. The completed energy tower was experimentally injecting surging mana into the energy rail. At the same time, an invisible magical field was vibrating in the air, the focus of which was the main building in the center of the castle. There, a vortex was gradually forming. The people of Typhon were 'testing' the basic unit of their portal. Perhaps it would not be long before the immature vortex would be activated and become the first step for humans to step into the realm of the gods.
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The howling cold wind blew in their faces, sweeping up the dragon-head flags that fluttered high above the rough city walls and sentry towers in the distance. The sound of waves and wind alternated and filled their ears. This was a sound that was somewhat similar to the one in the Northern Region, but far colder and more powerful than the waves and wind in the Northern Region.
Victoria stepped on solid ground. Tarlonde's cold wind battered the icy aura and Breeze Shield around her. The powerful ice mage who was once privately known as the 'Ruler of the Northern Ice' could not help but squint as she felt the 'good weather' of Tarlonde. "Compared to here, the weather in the Winter Fort Mountains is really mild."
A deep and familiar female voice sounded from above her. "Indeed, the environment in the Holy Dragon Duchy is much better than here — but I feel that to you, this degree of cold wind shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"It's just a little cold." Victoria said nonchalantly as she looked back at her friend. A huge iron chin first came into her sight, followed by a slightly hideous black Giant Dragon head, a slender neck, a full body of mechanical armor, and magnificent dragon wings and tail. It was a complete transformation. There was no trace of the black-haired maid in this mighty black dragon form.
"It's really incredible, Maggie." Victoria could not help but sigh. "Although it's not the first time I've seen it, I still can't believe this is you …"
"I hope you don't think my Giant Dragon form is too scary." Maggie lowered her head slightly and rubbed her chin on Victoria's shoulder. "Most people take a long time to adapt to the pressure of a Giant Dragon, and more than half of the servants in Winter Fort Academy dare not breathe loudly in front of my Giant Dragon form. Even a few maids who used to have a good relationship with me don't dare to joke with me now."
"Don't worry, I'm not such a superficial person." Victoria smiled softly and used her finger to push Maggie's iron chin away. "But to be honest, are you really not considering to let Mr. Nicholas modify some of the design of your equipment? For example, your dangerous iron chin now … "
"Is there a need to modify it? I think it's quite stylish. "Maggie shook her head from side to side, and the shiny 'ram' on her chin whistled through the air." In the current mainstream series of Steel Wings, this sharp ram is one of the symbols of high-end products … "
Victoria did not know what to say for a moment. Anyway, she could not understand the 'trend' of the southern region which seemed to be updated several times a day. But her attention was not on this matter.
She looked not far away and saw that the receptionist from Binhai County had come towards her.
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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation In the bustling adventurer camp of New Gondor, Modiel Werde took out a rocking chair made of wood from his room. As the adventurers on the street bustled about, he climbed onto the rocking chair and rocked back and forth in a comfortable position. A bag of snacks floated beside him under the support of an invisible magic, while his favorite honey fruit wine floated on the other side.
Munching on two dried fruits, drinking a mouthful of sweet wine, glancing at the busy adventurers on the street, and letting out a sigh of satisfaction — Modiel was very satisfied with his talent for enjoying life.
And as the adventurers on the street passed by, they all had a strange look on their face.
At this moment, a familiar voice rang beside him, interrupting Modiel's contentment. "Master Modiel, what are you doing?"
The old mage followed the voice and saw the familiar Miss Black Dragon, as well as the unconcealable strange expression on her face.
"Ah, can't you see?" The old mage pointed to the light clothes he had changed into in advance, and then pointed to the sky. "I'm sunbathing."
Miss Black Dragon looked up at the sky in surprise, but only saw a twinkling starry sky. Tarlonde was in the polar night, and the starlight would continue to cover the land for up to half a year. At this time, even the sun could not be seen. What kind of sun was this great adventurer basking in?
She could not help but remind him, "Master Modiel … It's the polar night now …"
"I know, but it's okay. As long as there's sunshine in the heart, anywhere is a good place to bask in the sun." Modiel waved his hand with a smile, and the rocking chair under him rocked again. "Of course, if you don't mind, I can throw a scorching sun into the sky, then everyone in the adventurer camp can bask in the sun …"
The young black dragon was shocked. "… Please don't do that!"
"Hey, don't be so nervous. I know what I'm doing. I can guarantee that the scorching sun will dissipate naturally before it reaches a dangerous height. Not even a roof will be burnt …"
"No, no, no, that's not the problem." Miss Black Dragon waved her hand, her expression was almost frightened. "You will cause panic if you do that!"
"Okay, okay, the Giant Dragon is much more timid than I thought." Modiel waved his hand helplessly, and the excitement he had just aroused fell again. He adjusted a comfortable position on the rocking chair, and said to Miss Black Dragon as if she was a guest, "Then I'll continue basking in the sun in my heart …"
"… Master Modiel." Miss Black Dragon looked at the adventurer who always did something amazing, her face was full of helplessness. "I just want to remind you that although it's your freedom to rest, you are lying like this at the busiest intersection near the assembly area … The adventurers coming and going have a lot of complaints."
"Complaints?" Modiel blinked, propped himself up and glanced at the adventurers who were passing by nearby. "What complaints can they have? No one mentioned it to me."
Then, someone would have to have the guts to come here and mention it!
Miss Black Dragon looked at the great adventurer in front of her, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. After two or three seconds of confrontation, she finally could not help but sigh and say, "You are actually bored of staying in the camp all day, aren't you?"
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