Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 181 Observer Neumann
When Kemo Salas walked into the secretarial office, three high-level spellcasters who were responsible for entering data into the magic encyclopedia quickly stood up and saluted him.

He waved his hand casually, signaling them to continue focusing on their work, while he sat down in front of an empty magic brain instrument and began to look through the documents that had already been uploaded.

"After entering the last batch of documents delivered today, the basic content of the Magic Encyclopedia will be almost complete..."

The head of the Federation looked at the crystal screen, which showed various documents neatly divided into several schools of magic and sorted into categories, and nodded slightly with satisfaction.

A large number of general magic model structures and magic analysis for the seventh to ninth rings...

Advanced theories and research documents covering elements, arcane magic, nature magic, and other major categories of magic...

The Alchemy Exploration Society publicly published and submitted high-level alchemical secrets and alchemical potion knowledge...

A complete decryption of a large number of rare magical materials including minerals, plants, and organisms...

Sarath suddenly asked, "Why don't I see any reference to necromancy in the encyclopedia? Did you overlook it during the review process?"

Hunter quickly stood up and explained a little awkwardly, "Your Excellency, the necromancy faction has had too few relevant papers and research results that have passed review and been published in recent years..."

He paused, then picked up the written list he had compiled and reviewed it for a moment. "The last necromancy document to pass the review of the Council and be successfully published in the Union Bulletin and included in our collection was in the year 569 of the Glorious Calendar. That was twelve years ago."

Salas took the bibliography handed to him by Hunter and immediately saw the document marked as the necromancy faction. It stood out and was particularly lonely among the papers on elemental arcane and natural alchemy.

"Analysis of the Fluctuating Active Cycles of Death Energy in the Demonic Weave, by Julian Aziz."

An extremely unfamiliar spellcaster's name, seemingly not well-known, leaving him with no impression of him at all.

Hunter introduced him with considerable familiarity, "This gentleman is a mid-level arcane spellcaster officially registered with the Federation. He works as a junior teacher at the Orland Royal School of Magic."

"Arcane spellcaster? How could he publish a paper on the undead spellcasting faction?" Salas frowned.

Hunter responded cautiously, "He was originally a legitimate necromancer who graduated from the Faros Undead Academy. However... as you know, their reputation and treatment in the magic world aren't very good, so he later turned to studying arcane theory. However, he also has a talent for arcane research. After publishing two papers, he was successfully hired as a junior teacher at the Royal Academy of Alderaan Magic."

Sarath hummed, not intending to delve into the issue any further.

Since the establishment of the Federation, the number of registered high-level undead spellcasters can be counted on ten fingers, and there is not a single one who has ever been awarded the title of legend.

This unpopular magic faction, which has been dealing with corpses and death for many years, has always been discriminated against and has lost its talent.

"Review it again and add back the necromancy literature you've eliminated..." Salas added before standing up to leave. "Since it's called a magic encyclopedia, it must truly be comprehensive..."

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After returning to his independent study on the top floor, Salas quickly entered a guided meditation, adjusted and stabilized his mental state, and planned to start working on a new research paper - the inspiration came from the content of the controlled experiment published by forum member Kel'Thuzad a few days ago.

He casually summoned his controlling hand, picked up his ink-dipped quill, and was about to start drafting his essay when the study door swung open. Dawson, a short man with a comically red nose, rushed in. Behind him, with his invisible mage's hand, he was controlling a tall, full-length mirror, like a shield hovering in the air behind him.

Salas suppressed the urge to curse. Apart from Dawson, who was also a legendary spellcaster, no one else had the ability to instantly break through the confinement circle set up on the door of his study and rush in so rudely to disturb his work.

"Are you crazy? Dawson, why are you running to me with a mirror on your back?"

The full-length mirror behind Dawson floated in mid-air, then automatically landed steadily on the ground. The familiar figure of the black-robed chief, Wes Gallagher, appeared in the mirror.

"Saras, it's me. I asked Dawson to come to you immediately."

Sarath frowned and asked, "What do you mean? What urgent matter happened in the Evil Moon Mountains or Blackstone City?"

Gallagher stood up in the mirror, his entire body pressed against the surface, and whispered in an unusually hurried tone, "That... Observer Mr. Neumann contacted me suddenly and alone."

"He used the instant teleportation array on the Magic Network Forum to send me... a very strange magical weapon!"

The black-robed chief took out a strangely shaped silver metal short staff from behind his back and showed it to Sarath and Dawson in front of the mirror. "Look, this is the magic weapon."

"It looks like an ordinary staff made of melted silver. The spell inscriptions on it... well, they mean energy gathering and strengthening."

Dawson asked, puzzled. "I don't see anything unusual about it. This short staff looks like a common item mass-produced by the Exploration Association. The inscription on it only provides a simple spell amplification effect."

Gallagher shook his head and took out a few finger-sized pure white crystals from his pocket with a complicated expression. "Take a look at this."

Sarath scoffed. "It's just the shattered pieces of magic crystal after the energy of the charged magic stone is exhausted. What's so strange about that? Gallagher, stop keeping me in suspense."

The black-robed chief chuckled, stuffed a few pure white crystals in his hand into the grooves on the slightly thicker end of the silver short staff, then stood up and guided the perspective of the full-body mirror to change with his movements.

He was currently in a high-end laboratory in Blackrock City, which belonged exclusively to the chief of the Federation.

Dawson and Salas stared silently at the scene in the full-length mirror, watching the other party slowly walk up to a bound demon prisoner, raise the silver short staff horizontally, point one end at the demon prisoner, and seem to press some mechanism. An illusory white light as fast as lightning shot out from the tip of the staff and directly hit the other party's shoulder.

Gallagher immediately walked towards the demon captive and pointed at the wound on his shoulder that was hit by the magic released by the short staff.

Salas and Dawson were immediately surprised to find that the wound, which was originally bleeding profusely, began to rot and atrophy in an instant. The demon captive's originally muscular shoulder, from the skin to the muscles, tendons, blood vessels, and even bones, showed carbonization as if it had been burned by flames for a long time!
After waiting for about a minute, Gallagher raised his finger and gently poked the opponent's shoulder. The unconscious demon's shoulder and entire arm instantly shattered into pieces like rotten wood corroded by weather, and the entire arm disintegrated and separated from the torso.

Gallagher turned to look at his two old friends outside the mirror and spoke with suppressed excitement.

"After Mr. Neumann, the Observer, handed me this magical weapon, he simply made one request... to help him test... the weapon's specific power..."

(End of this chapter)