Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 245: Thank You Gift from Netizens

Harvey threw himself into the castle's underground laboratory early in the morning and began to use various magical materials to test the reduction properties of the magic spirit extract.

This alien life extract, accidentally discovered by Egno and Chris during the vaccine experiment, is not only used to purify the plague in Harvey's eyes.

This completely equivalent energy property transformation can be applied to many magic experiment projects and can have unexpected auxiliary effects.

The first thing Harvey thought of was the magic restoration effect - spellcasters of different factions, when drawing magic from the magic network through meditation, often need to pay attention to the active time of different types of magic.

For example, when Harvey was absorbing magic rich in death energy, according to the traditional meditation method taught in the School of the Undead, the best time was midnight every night, when the death energy in the magic network was most active.

Elemental spellcasters mostly meditate during the day. As long as the sun does not set, the four basic elements will remain active in the magic network space.

The pure magical energy that arcane spellcasters need to absorb is relatively special. Whenever they conduct meditation, the magical energy they absorb from the magic network needs to be purified by their own magic patterns before it can be used for their own benefit.

"Sir, does this thing really have other great uses besides purifying the plague?" Asdalen was on duty in the laboratory as usual, responsible for assisting Harvey in conducting experiments.

"It's incredibly useful! If this extract can really produce a reduction reaction on all magical substances, then we won't have to worry about the production of liquid magic energy anymore..."

Although countless swarms of energy-absorbing beetles have been discovered in underground caves, they cannot be directly collected and used as energy. They need to undergo catalytic maturation, ore classification, quality selection... Finally, the qualified parts are put into energy equipment modified from the demon clan's "blood exchange instrument" for repeated purification and conversion.

Every kilogram of high-quality beetle ore can only be purified into less than two cans of liquid magic energy in the energy conversion equipment, and a magic-powered alchemical vehicle like the magic scooter only needs to travel a hundred kilometers at high speed around the territory to consume these two cans of magic energy.

Not to mention large-scale power equipment and vehicles such as magical icebreakers and living shield machines. The liquid magical energy consumed in each operation is enough to make Harvey feel painful.

"As long as this extract can be used to purify magic energy, all subsequent beetle ores produced can skip the many tedious processes. There's no need to wait for catalytic maturity, and there's no need to worry about the elemental impurities present. All can be mixed together and purified uniformly using a reducing agent..."

The two of them discussed and conducted experiments in an orderly manner until the central magic brain instrument placed in the laboratory began to make frequent beeping sounds - this meant that someone was contacting Harvey privately in the forum.

"I guess it's about the plague in the capital of Saint Valen and the Federation again..." Harvey took off the protective mask on his head and walked to the magic brain instrument and sat down.

[Son of Flame: Kel'Thuzad, my dear friend! I just finished a new round of combat missions, and now I have the opportunity to contact you. If that guy, the shield, hadn't left me a message, I wouldn't have known you helped me so much!]

Harvey was stunned for a moment, and was about to type a humble reply when another long message came rushing in from the other end.

Son of Flame: My nephew, Durt, hehe, you should have recognized that guy right away. If you hadn't protected him, he'd probably have lost his life... Damn it, I told him a long time ago that being a civilian in the Union was a dead end. The demonic battlefield in the Evil Moon Mountains is the perfect place to display his talents.

Harvey's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but secretly complain: Your nephew's physique is even weaker than mine. If he really goes to the Evil Moon Mountains, I'm afraid you will be able to receive a war dead pension immediately.

[Kel'Thuzad: Don't say that. I relied on your help in Alayeh, Mr. Son of Fire. I will always remember this favor.]

[Son of Flame: No, no, no! Principle of equivalent exchange. You've already paid the price, forgotten? Your electromagnetic magic has played a significant role in the battles during this period... Now, how can I thank you this time? Is there anything I can help you with? How about sending you a few captured demon spellcasters? They'll definitely be excellent experimental materials!] A few... demon spellcasters, are they just sheep that can be easily caught on the hillside?

What I lack most right now is actually money! I’ve always been desperately short of money!

Since the shipyard and the Modol Factory went into production, Harvey began to purchase large quantities of high-quality iron ore and expensive finished iron ingots from the southern border. The mines in his own territory could not meet such a large demand for steel manufacturing.

But Mr. Son of Flame is just a high-level spellcaster who lives alone. Even if he sells his own wizard tower, he cannot raise the huge amount of money that Harvey needs.

Kel'Thuzad: Forget about demon captives. The transportation cost is even higher than the living ones themselves. There are a lot of fel orcs in the northern wastes. I have no shortage of living experimental materials... Hmm, are there any other interesting things? Special magical tools or strange objects from the demons?

Phil Holden sat cross-legged in the marching tent, with the small magic brain device on his knees. He looked at the text content sent by the other party and scratched his head.

"Hiss... Where did this special magical weapon come from? Those demon priests are not good at using magical weapons at all. They prefer to arbitrarily transform their bodies, turning themselves into something neither human nor ghost!"

Thinking of this, he suddenly slapped his thigh and recalled the thrilling life-and-death encounter some time ago.

The demon "promoter" who transplanted two strange black hands onto himself wore an inexplicable golden crown on his head, which was directly embedded in the flesh and blood of his head, looking extremely weird and terrifying.

After closing his eyes and rummaging through his storage ring for a while, he finally found the strangely shaped golden crown. Fair quickly took it out and held it in his hand to examine it.

"It's not made of the common gold, silver, copper, or iron. Hmm... the casting process seems even worse than that of the apprentices of the Exploration Society. It's as ugly as a child's clay sculpture... But it's still a rare and unique toy. I'll give it to Mr. Kel'Thuzad as a plaything!"

After saying that, he took out a bunch of materials for drawing a temporary teleportation array, squatted in the tent and began to paint busily.

……

The magic web teleportation array emitted a slight humming sound, and after a flash of reddish light, a mass of something appeared in the center of the array, which seemed to be casually wrapped in half a torn bed sheet.

"Uh...are all the gifts from Mr. Son of Flame so casual?"

Asdalen walked forward to pick up the bed sheet package and quickly opened it, but he stood there in a daze, unable to move.

"What's wrong? Is this thing dangerous?" Harvey asked immediately after seeing this.

The metal joints all over Asdalen's body seemed to tremble slightly, and it took more than ten seconds for him to recover. The red soul fire in his eyes seemed to be brighter than usual.

"My lord... this... this is the wizard's crown worn by the ruler of the Kingdom of Eternal Night..."

(End of this chapter)