Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 615 Meeting in the Magic Net
New Federation Building in Spark City, Northern Territory.

Sarath waved gently, closing the illusory book floating in front of him. Turning to Dawson, he sighed, "There's no record of any individual suitable for soul stitching in the ancient magical tomes, at least not among the surviving species still active in the northern and southern continents."

Dawson nodded, his eyes still fixed on the magic brain instrument, muttering to himself, "I've also searched the magic treasure house of the Sky Realm, but I can't find any suitable options..."

He looked up with a somewhat melancholic expression. "Tell me… Gallagher's heretical remarks, are they truly feasible? I really don't know what's wrong with his brain. He could come up with a viewpoint even more shocking than His Majesty Harvey's."

Saras smiled wryly. "You can tell from the way they chat so happily despite being thousands of miles apart that they're probably the same type of people, those who don't follow the rules and prefer to take unconventional approaches."

It’s a pity that although Gallagher belongs to the same legendary rank as them, he is still essentially a battle mage. Once it comes to the study of profound and obscure principles, he only “knows the facts but not the reasons behind them”.

Perhaps I could find a way to contact some of the old guys with rich collections in the High Wizard Council and try to find magical creatures suitable for improving soul armor from them...

He opened his mouth and was about to make a suggestion to Dawson...but the ordinary brass ring that he had worn on his right little finger all year round suddenly glowed without him noticing.

A faint magical fluctuation surged out from it, and the legendary wizard's originally relaxed hands suddenly clenched tightly, his brows furrowed and he said nothing.

Dawson also keenly sensed something. He turned his head and looked at his old colleague. After a long pause, he said in a hoarse voice, "How could it be... so suddenly..."

Saras narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "According to the agreement between me and..., since you took the initiative to contact me... then I must choose to respond."

He turned to look at the planetary energy array standing in the center of the room. The massive brass-colored cylindrical instrument continued to emit a low hum. "Dawson, I plan to use this thing to enter the magic network plane. I'd appreciate your assistance."

Compared to using the meditative state to enter the magic network space, it is indeed more convenient to use the cross-dimensional connection of the energy gathering array... But once this method is chosen, it means that all signs of Salas's activities in the magic network will be closely monitored by Harvey, the "central carrier". At that time, he will not only be able to track Salas's precise location in real time, but also be able to disconnect his deep connection with the magic network at will.

Maybe we can even directly lock onto the person who met with Sarath in the magic network.

"Are you worried...that entering the magic network to meet that person might be dangerous? So you deliberately left traces to remind Harvey to provide assistance when necessary?"

Sarath rarely showed a slightly bewildered expression, and murmured softly, "Perhaps he didn't come to see me in the first place. Otherwise, why have I never received any signal from him requesting a meeting in the past few decades in Alayeh..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the two fell into an awkward silence. Without further delay, Salas walked to the metal laboratory table next to the energy focusing array, lay down on the magic network connection device with his clothes on, raised his hand and gently put the mask on the metal hanger on his face.

The familiar feeling of falling disappeared in an instant, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already in the vast and empty magic network space.

Salas calmed himself down and quickly looked around, but found no other suspicious targets... It seemed that he did not alarm Harvey, nor did he attract his attention or follow... After all, he had been roaming the magic network for many years, and he asked himself if there were many ways to detect signs of being monitored.

Moreover, the Magic Web plane wasn't like the real world, with its physical concepts of direction and distance. Although he knew the area they were currently in was likely completely under Harvey's control, Salas wasn't worried about immediately appearing near his magic pattern upon entering... He also truly didn't want to know the coordinates of this magical "freak." The brass ring on his right little finger continued to glow slowly, its chaotic flickering frequency clearly conveying the ever-changing coordinates of the plane to Salas, as if urging him to proceed immediately.

He sighed softly, raised his hand and pointed at his own magic pattern floating in front of him. The originally dull and gray hollow ring suddenly lit up as if it had been electrocuted, and the three dead star-like spheres inside immediately began to slowly orbit around.

Afterwards, an extremely powerful wave of magic suddenly spread out from his magic pattern, rapidly spreading to the surroundings like a wave. The invisible pressure unique to the legendary level dissipated, alarming the few scattered demons wandering nearby, and they all shook their heads and tails and drilled into the blood vessel-like tubes to hide.

Sarath's illusory figure transformed into a ball of light, instantly piercing into the magic pattern that had been removed from its disguise, and sped away into the dark void in the distance...

A moment later, a narrow space crack suddenly appeared in the area where he had just stayed. Harvey stepped out of it and looked at the legendary chief's trajectory of sparks and lightning as he left, frowning in confusion.

"The magic network is roaming, but it's even more grand than the emperor's tour. Are you legendary spellcasters always so arrogant when you operate in other dimensions?"

He suddenly tilted his head, thought for a moment, and muttered to himself, "Could it be that Lord Sarath deliberately created this scene... His original intention was to alarm me and attract my attention?"

But he was currently in a critical stage of an experiment and couldn't leave in a short period of time... not to mention having to follow the other party on a magic network roaming with an unclear destination.

"Tsk... Never mind. It's better to stay out of the fun of legendary spellcasters."

After shaking his head somewhat listlessly, Harvey turned around and dived into the slowly closing space crack.

Then the magic pattern behind him slowly emerged, strangely... as cold and silent as a full moon. The magic pattern structure expanded to an extremely large size and directly squeezed the surrounding magic network pipelines into distortions, completely occupying this area that originally seemed somewhat empty.

……

Following the positioning coordinates transmitted by the brass ring, Sarath changed direction three times and finally arrived at the designated location.

This area looks unremarkable, even the dense magic network pipelines are a bit sparse. There are neither naturally existing space rifts around it, nor any signs of spellcasters roaming around in a short period of time.

A grayish-white humanoid figure was quietly floating not far away, without any sound... and no magical fluctuations were emitted from it.

Sarath manipulated the magic pattern to slowly approach, revealing his own illusory projection. After a moment of silence, he slowly bowed towards the other party.

"Long time no see...teacher."

(End of this chapter)