The Pitman's words stopped Gwen in his tracks again.
"The other half of what you said is …"
The Pitman stroked his messy beard, a rare solemn look on his face. "So far, all the magitech devices can only perform 'instant-release' spells. Spells like the Evocation Hand can't be used to guide the mind, right?"
Gwen instantly understood what the old man meant, and his eyes widened at the potential development of nerve cord technology.
Magitech technology had its flaws, or rather, its limitations, and such limitations existed from the beginning.
The 'spells' in this world could generally be divided into two types. One was instant-release. As long as the spellcaster completed the spell model, or set up the runic array in advance, then the spell could be released immediately by injecting energy. There was no need for more human intervention. Fireball, Frost Arrow, Repulsion Cantrip, and other instant-release spells were all in this category. The other type of spell was' mind guidance '. As the name implied, its operation required the continuous maintenance and control of the human mind. Spells such as the Evocation Hand and various mental spells all fell into this category.
Obviously, the current magitech technology could only achieve the first situation — by arranging a specific runic array, storing the spell model in the machine in advance, and then pressing a button to release a spell. This was the essence of most magitech devices.
This was also the only way Gwen could think of to achieve the universal use of magic using his' Earth way of thinking '.
However, there was more than one type of spell in this world. For those spells that required mind guidance, magitech technology seemed to be inadequate. Ordinary people without mind power could not control a complicated and changeable spell by pressing a button in real time. Although Jenny had been trying to use the runic array to control the Evocation Hand to achieve various operations, and in the process to find a breakthrough in 'mind guidance' spells, the clumsy, slow, and error-prone prototype system did not have any practical value. There was also no hope of a breakthrough in the foreseeable future.
In addition, it was also because of this limitation that the development of some magitech devices had encountered a lot of restrictions. For example, the newly completed immersive neural cockpit, which stored 'hinted scenes' that allowed the user to distinguish between reality and illusion had to be edited by mages. Ordinary technicians could not interfere at all, which was obviously not in line with Gwen's research ideas.
"The Eternal Sleeper's original intention of entrusting the Finality Society to develop the neural cord technology was to expand the cult, to let those who are not Eternal Sleeper — such as converted merchants, lesser nobles, and even pagan priests — enter their dreams and accept the transformation of the cult of darkness. Although their starting point is dark, their goal is very similar to our idea: to let those who do not have certain extraordinary talents use tools to achieve extraordinary power."
Pitman spoke unhurriedly. After so many years away from the cult of darkness, the knowledge deeply imprinted in the depths of his memory was gradually emerging. The dark knowledge slowly merged with the miracle in the magitech city before him, and his thoughts were becoming clearer.
"The neural cord connects the human brain and runes, and it replaces the 'spiritual sensing' process in the process. So, we might as well expand our thinking: if ordinary people who can't sense magic are connected to the neural cord, wouldn't they be able to control magic indirectly? If we add some auxiliary energy devices, spellcasting mechanisms, and auxiliary machinery to this system, then … would there be any difference between an ordinary person connected to the neural cord and a full set of external equipment and a real mage? "
The breakthrough of spiritual guidance spells had been found.
It was actually outside of magitech technology, in the cultists' technology tree.
"There is a difference …" Gwen suddenly laughed as he looked at the old Druil in front of him. "A real mage would probably need years of experience, enough luck, talent, and money to advance a level. But for a 'man-made mage' connected to the neural cord to advance a level … I'm afraid we just need to change to a bigger magic capacitor."
Pitman spread his hands. "It takes time to develop a new model of magic capacitor."
"That's true, but once it's developed, it can immediately be used on hundreds of thousands or even millions of people …"
Amber, who was standing behind the two, looked at Gwen and then at Pitman. The half-elf was sleepy when the two began to discuss the technology, but she still understood what the two old men were talking about. When she heard the last few words, the half-elf finally could not help but ask, "Oh my god … are you serious?"
"Any technology that challenges the norm is a fantasy before it's implemented," Gwen said with a smile. "But 'norm' … is meant to be broken."
Then he turned to Pitman and said solemnly, "I think this idea is very feasible. You can give it a try. You're an expert in the field of Druil. But you have to be careful: we are not the Eternal Sleepers, nor are we the Perish Society. "
"I know what you mean." Pitman lowered his head. "Don't worry, I'm not now, and I won't be."
…
Everything seemed to be back on track. The continent was still developing according to its original trajectory. The nobles were still indulging in sensual pleasures, the countries were still fighting openly and covertly, civil wars were still going on, and development was still going on. The abnormal situation of the giant sun and the Magnificent Wall once caused some panic, but the panic gradually subsided as the barrier was restored. On the surface, the world was as usual.
But for those who were watching the wasteland, the aftermath of the abnormality of the Magnificent Wall was still ongoing.
East of Ansu, deep in the underground palace.
The rustling sound of the roots rubbing against the stone floor echoed in the deep and dark underground palace. The magic crystal lamps were inlaid on the ancient stone walls, and the light emitted created crisscrossing areas of light and darkness in the dim palace. Bertilla walked through the corridor that she was very familiar with and came to the place where the preachers held their meeting.
Long tables and chairs were placed in the spacious underground palace hall. The light of the magic crystal lamps shone from the ceiling, illuminating the faces of those who attended the meeting. Some of the faces turned towards the entrance. When one of the preachers saw Bertilla, he could not help but frown. "You're late again, Preacher Bertilla."
"As long as you haven't come up with anything useful, I'm not late at all," Bertilla replied sarcastically and sat down at her seat at the long table. "Or … have you come up with something useful?"
The woman had always spoken in such a way that the preachers were already used to it. The elven twins, Firna and Rayna, who were sitting across the long table, laughed and said in unison, "Ha, that's true. If you hadn't come, maybe we would have started talking about dinner."
"We can talk about it later, but for now, let's focus on the wasteland." Bertilla shook her head. "The great preacher has seen a revelation from the Book of Ultimate. Our sun … is indeed problematic. The power it releases is stirring up the magical environment of the entire world, and this will greatly accelerate the collapse of the barrier."
The preachers began to discuss in low voices. During the short discussion, one of them looked up at Bertila and said, "We have already made some speculations about this. Now, the crux of the problem is … how much influence does the sun have? How long can the wall in the Gondor Wastelands last? If everything is brought forward … how much will it be brought forward?"
"Unfortunately, the Book of Ultimate did not give the answer. After all, it's just a man-made fake." Bertilla shook her head. "And we don't know the specific technical details of the elven barrier."
A tall and thin middle-aged man looked at the elven twins. "We have two elves here …"
"Unfortunately, we don't know anything about shield technology." The twin elves giggled. "But we can at least be sure of one thing — our queen will definitely take action. Perhaps the team she sent to warn the various countries and repair the barrier has already set off."
Bertilla waited for the twin elves to finish before she coughed softly and stood up. "No matter what the elves will do, we have to be prepared. Given the unusual movement in the wasteland, we have to consider bringing forward the plan."
Someone exclaimed in a low voice. "It has already come to this?"
"This is the will of the great preacher." Bertilla looked in the direction of the voice. "The answer given by the Book of Ultimate is not optimistic. We have no time to slowly prepare."
A man sitting at the end of the long table stood up. "If the plan is to be brought forward, we have to contact our compatriots on the other side of the wall …"
"Due to the malfunction of the communication system of the Great Wall, our contact with the wasteland has been cut off." A middle-aged man in a black robe with half of his face mutated like tree bark said. "The elves will definitely update the communication channel in the process of repairing the barrier. Our 'Dark Bridge' will be completely ineffective. Now we have to restore contact with our compatriots in the wasteland as soon as possible to grasp the situation inside the wall."
"I have sent someone to contact the Eternal Sleepers. Their telepathic projection technology is expected to break through the barrier," Bertilla said. "By the way, Preacher Heaton, how is the biomass collection going?"
The tall, thin, and gloomy Preacher Heaton looked up. "There is still a gap. The change in the situation in the south is unexpected."
"… We thought that the war in the south would take at least a few years. But we didn't expect that Gwen? Cecil directly flattened all the allied noble forces. "Another preacher shook his head." And he also promoted cremation and purification rituals on a large scale in the south. In that land, the available biomass sources are pitifully few. "
"Don't complain about these useless things." Bertilla interrupted him. "Let's get as much as we can. The body of the false god is almost complete. The lack of biomass … after next spring, the royal army and the Eastern Army will naturally make up for it."
The meeting was over.
One by one, the figures in the robes of the priests left the hall, and the large space quickly became quiet. Bertila stayed in the same place and didn't leave. Apart from her, the last to leave were the Elven Twins.
"Beltyra, you've been really uneasy lately." The elven twins came to the front of the female dean. The sisters who were smiling like flowers smiled together as if they were the same person inside and outside the mirror. "Do you want us to 'treat' you?" They said in unison.
"I'm not that pitiful." Bertilla coldly rejected the two. "But you, as elves, really don't care about the fate of the Silver Empire after the collapse of the barrier?"
"Haha," the Gemini laughed crisply. Amidst their bell-like laughter, they turned around and left, leaving behind only one sentence that floated into Beltyra's ears. "You don't care about Typhon's fate either, right? Lady Augustus … "
Beltila quietly watched the departing figures of the Elven Twins. She let out an extremely soft sigh, then sat on her seat and raised her head to look at the ancient stone roof above.
"Augustus … I haven't heard it for a long time."
On the mottled and ancient roof, the Magic Crystal Lantern was still bright. Around the Magic Crystal Lantern, the newly inlaid metal plates were neatly arranged, extending all the way to the top of the nearby pillar. The runes on the metal plates flickered slightly in the darkness, as if they were breathing.
"No matter what, the Magic Net is indeed a very useful thing."
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