Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 613 Demonized Armor
Thanks to the fact that it is the tallest building in Spark City, the rising sun in the North will always shine on the top floor of the new Federation Building first.

With sixteen floors and a height of nearly a hundred meters, it is not that majestic and tall when compared with the Sky Realm Magic Tower floating above Alayeh... Compared with the exquisite and bizarre buildings in the Magic City, the square and neat pure gray building is not only ordinary in shape, but even the materials used are no different from those ordinary two- or three-story urban houses under your feet.

But Salas knew very well that this building was built purely with the technology and strength of mortals, while the Sky Domain had to rely on a floating magic circle that had been running continuously for nearly a hundred years, consuming countless magic stones and rare materials.

Perhaps only Harvey, the unique spellcaster emperor, has the means and strength to put into practice the feat of using mortal power to rival magic. In a sense... it is not an exaggeration to call him a "legend".

After officially moving to the North, Sarasbi became even more reclusive than his old colleague Dawson. Dawson completely abandoned the numerous decisions he had to make in the past in the Federation, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the research work of creating a new spellcasting faction. Not only did he get along well with the group of "soul mages" who had just changed careers in the Academy of Sciences, he also condescended to accept the special appointment of the Northern Academy of Magic, becoming an unprecedented "legendary" professor. He taught a course every week involving in-depth theoretical research on arcane spellcasting, and even the high-level spellcasters under the emperor were happy to take time out to attend.

On the contrary, Salas declined the sincere invitation of the academy, using the excuse that his magic power was exhausted and he was unable to move around easily due to the soul separation syndrome. He stayed on the top floor of the Federation building for a long time, only occasionally casting his eyes on several newly opened research project teams downstairs, and giving them some suggestions on their magic energy evolution projects.

The two legendary chiefs almost unanimously chose to "avoid suspicion" from the alchemical weapons and creation research of Harvey's trusted faction. They neither actively interfered with any experimental process nor arbitrarily asked about all military and political affairs in the United Kingdom.

In a sense, this is also a manifestation of their choice to join the Northern camp, showing sincerity and "obedience" to the other side, allowing the new federation to put aside past factional struggles and traditions of forming groups, and everyone to participate in it as a purely personal contribution, which is a situation that both sides are happy to see.

"Where did Mr. Dawson go today?" Salas called over a waiter and asked casually.

"I went to the Magic Academy early in the morning... uh, it seems I was preparing in advance for a theoretical debate that will take place in the afternoon."

Sarath nodded and chuckled. "There's been no progress in research on the Lizardmen, but he's not worried at all..."

The waiter smiled and bowed. Seeing the chief's somewhat bored expression, he cautiously leaned closer and said, "His Majesty the Emperor sent me a new gadget last night, asking you to take a look at it... perhaps there's room for improvement."

Sarath frowned and smiled helplessly, "What kind of weird soul creation is this? His mountain of soul research documents has already tortured Dawson enough, and now he's planning to harm me? Forget it... bring it to me!"

Not long after the waiter left, two experimenters came in pushing a cart.

Lifting the cloth covering the cart, one could see an intricately shaped, delicately constructed, yet strangely alchemical creation underneath. Its layered structure resembled an insect's limbs, but it was directly split into several mechanical unit modules. The internal gear transmission kit was exposed at the interfaces, and the undulating and smooth exterior lines seemed to echo the muscle structure of the human body.

Sarath snapped his fingers lightly, closed his eyes and examined it for a moment... He found that although it was made of special ductile magical minerals, there was no magical fluctuation inside.

"It doesn't have a soul core... nor does it rely on a magical power system." He raised an eyebrow and looked at the two experimenters. "Isn't this an alchemical prosthesis applied to a mortal body?"

The experimenter raised his lips awkwardly and explained humbly, "It was produced in His Majesty's private laboratory, so we have no way of knowing its specific function... Your Excellency, please refer directly to the, uh... instruction manual of the Photo Magic Stone provided by His Majesty." Salas nodded, watched the two bow and retreat, then slowly picked up the magic stone that had been placed aside on the cart and tapped it to activate it.

The scene that immediately appeared in it made him stunned. He opened his mouth slightly with a surprised and strange expression.

In Harvey's spacious and bright private laboratory, this set of alchemical instruments was spliced together and hung in front of the vertical operating table. A bloodline warrior with his upper body naked walked forward and stood still, allowing two experimental alchemical beasts to wave their arms and smear something on his back and neck and shoulder joints.

Then the cantilever of the vertical operating table slowly lowered, and the alchemical instrument hanging on it accurately wrapped half of his body in it. Salas clearly saw... several tiny sharp probes protruding from it, piercing into the vital part of the warrior's spine on the back.

Then the entire alchemical creation fit tightly against the warrior's back. The buckles at the shoulders, neck, and ribs automatically locked, and the operating platform's cantilever released. Harvey's familiar, gentle voice emanated from the magic stone.

"Soul connection complete, vertebral mental network connection correct... Hmm, how do you feel now?"

The warrior grinned, showing Harvey an expression of immense trust, and chuckled, "Your Majesty, this thing isn't as heavy as I imagined. It's just a little... a little restrictive. I feel like I can't use it at all."

After saying this, he completely broke free from the restraints of the operating table's cantilever and tried to take a step forward. His tense leg muscles seemed to twitch slightly due to the pressure, but his movements did not seem slow at all.

"Your Majesty...it's getting lighter and lighter. I...I feel as if it has become one with me. I can control it..."

"Shut up, try to raise your arm, and transfer the energy you feel to the activation device at your wrist."

Upon hearing this, the warrior raised his right hand in a daze. Instantly, a row of runes lit up on the scaly alchemical armor embedded in his arm. A tiny ice blade suddenly appeared from his wrist, swirling towards the steel target erected a few meters away...

"This is not the innate ability of a bloodline warrior!" Salas suddenly widened his eyes, tightly gripped the magic stone in his hand, and poured the surging magic power in his body into it again. Unfortunately, the image display only went so far, and no matter how hard he drove the magic stone, it was in vain.

"This is definitely not the icy body-covering ability of a bloodline warrior! Being able to release energy and transform it into an external attack method... only, only magic can do this!"

Salas stared at the disassembled alchemical creations in front of him, and an incredible thought kept echoing in his mind - bloodline warriors could also use this thing to control magic power at will like a spellcaster!
"Someone! Go to the academy and call Dawson back immediately! I want to go with him to meet His Majesty the Emperor!"

(End of this chapter)