Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 7 Dangerous Anonymous Netizens

After confirming the feasibility of the instant version of the Spell Messenger, Harvey devoted all his energy to the transformation and upgrading of the Spell Messenger.

Harvey sat at the desk, operating the messenger instrument while quickly recording in the experimental log with a quill pen.

"Once the messenger enters the Magic Web plane, the speed of message transmission reaches dozens of times faster than previous planes, and can be considered instantaneous."

"The maximum weight a courier can carry remains at around 200 grams. Anything above that will result in a delivery failure."

"There are no other requirements for the type of items you can bring, except for weight. Philosopher's stones, scrolls, potions, metal... as long as they are inanimate objects, they will not be rejected."

"After the messenger enters the magic network plane, its trajectory cannot be observed... Well, perhaps we can give it a try?"

Harvey put down his pen and thought about the specific operations of the observation experiment.

Spellcasters can indeed use their mental power to enter the magic network plane and perform various operations such as observation or roaming, but this is somewhat dangerous.

Harvey still remembers that when he was in college, the professor who was responsible for teaching the basic theory of magic network often reminded the students.

After the mental power enters the magic network, it must either remain stationary or move cautiously in a small range to avoid getting lost in the magic network plane.

But if you follow the transmission trajectory of the spell messenger and move in the magic network, it should be safer.

After all, I rarely hear of spell messengers failing or getting lost during the delivery process.

Thinking of this, Harvey decided to try the experiment decisively.

After activating the spell matrix of the instant spell courier, attach a trace of mental power to it and then release the spell.

After a slight dizziness, Harvey's mind quickly entered the magic network plane with the messenger.

……

There is no concept of space in the real world in the magic network. Concepts of distance such as length, width and height do not exist in the magic network plane.

Maybe it's just a small step forward in mental strength, but in an instant it will cross a real distance of tens of millions of miles and reach an unknown realm.

After Harvey entered the magic net, he temporarily used his mental power to restrain the messenger who tried to escape, and carefully observed on the spot.

The entire magic web plane is distributed with dense mysterious energy pipelines like spider webs and capillaries.

At the intersections where these pipes branch or converge, magic patterns, some shining and some dim, quietly float above, twinkling like stars in the night sky.

Harvey understood that those magic patterns were the spiritual location of the caster in the magic network.

He didn't dare to approach them easily. Who knew if these unknown magic patterns were demons from another dimension, or sleeping dragons...

Controlling the speed of the spell messenger, Harvey carefully avoided those unknown magic patterns and moved cautiously into the depths of the magic network.

Harvey did not forget to record the strange and bizarre magic patterns engraved along the way, which might be helpful to his subsequent research.

Until he discovered the strangest magic pattern.

It quietly hovered in front of a space crack, without releasing any light or dark, and without any mental fluctuations.

Even the dense energy pipelines around the crack where this magic pattern is located have become much sparser, as if even the magic network energy in that area has been swallowed up.

"The Trinity Positioning Magic Pattern?" Harvey stopped and observed curiously from a distance.

The magic pattern is composed of a hollow ring engraved with many unknown runes. Inside are three dark gray spheres similar to stars. They do not touch each other but are arranged in a triangular shape.

"What a strange magic pattern formation, but it has lost its spiritual power fluctuations. The owner of this magic pattern is dead? But why does it still exist?"

Considering that the owner of the magic pattern might be dead, Harvey became bolder and slowly approached.

"Who are you?" A majestic and layered voice suddenly sounded in Harvey's mind, shocking him so much that he lost control of his mind and stood there in a daze.

Countless psychic tentacles, as thick as octopus-like sea monsters, instantly emerged from the strange magic pattern and swept towards Harvey's mind. The tentacles seemed uninterested in Harvey's mental power within the magic network, and instead followed his wandering trajectory, attempting to directly lock onto Harvey's real-world location.

Harvey tried hard to recover from losing control, and then he was horrified to find that the mental tentacles spreading out from the magic pattern had begun to pry his positioning magic pattern.

It is trying to invade my real thinking!

As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, Harvey decisively severed his mental connection with the magic network and escaped from the magic network while enduring the severe pain of his broken mind.

Harvey rolled off the chair to the ground, wailing in pain, two lines of blood flowing from his nose.

Reiner, who came to ask questions with a pile of alchemical parts, saw this tragic scene as soon as he opened the door. He quickly dropped the parts and rushed to Harvey.

"Potion! Reiner, give me the potion! The blue one!" Harvey held his head and pointed at the row of glass test tubes filled with various alchemical potions on the bookcase with gritted teeth.

Reiner quickly took out the potion and poured it into Harvey's mouth.

It took a long time for Harvey to recover from the soul-wrenching pain. When Reiner helped him to rest on the recliner in the study, he found that his outer robe was soaked with sweat.

Pinching his still aching brow, Harvey thought with fear.

I didn't expect that the first anonymous netizen I met while surfing the Magic Web would be so dangerous.

The owner of that magic pattern, it or He, is trying to trap and devour me through disguise!
……

Sky Region, the magic city of Alayeh, headquarters of the Spellcasters' Union.

Member of the Union's Supreme Council, legendary elemental mage, and "Scorching Lord" Kemo Salas opened his eyes and broke free from the magic web.

He slowly stood up from the high-back chair, stroked his thick gray beard with his hand, and a strange expression appeared on his face, whose actual age was difficult to tell.

"Strange, an unknown leyd wanderer."

In front of the desk a few steps away from him, a human-shaped shadow that looked exactly like Sarath suddenly appeared out of thin air and quickly materialized.

The other "Salas" at the desk smiled and picked up the quill. After thinking for a moment, he asked Sarath at the high-back chair.

"Isn't it interesting? His mental power is so weak that it can be almost ignored, but he can roam long distances in the magic network."

Next to the tall bookshelf against the wall of the room, another voice of "Salas" suddenly rang out.

"Maybe they are demons from another dimension, um, a completely new species that has not been discovered yet?" He casually pulled out a book on demonology from the bookshelf and began to read it attentively.

Sarath, sitting on the high-back chair, did not respond to the questions of the other two "selves". He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and fell into deep thought.

"Its spiritual anchor is huge and solid, as hard to move as a rock."

The spiritual anchor is something that every high-level spellcaster who enters the magic network must have. Its main function is to prevent getting lost in the magic network or being eroded by unknown existences.

Its construction method is both complex and simple, requiring the caster to integrate his or her own understanding of the real world, his or her own existence, and his or her knowledge and beliefs.

In short, the broader and more profound the knowledge and the more resolute the faith of the spellcaster, the more indestructible the spiritual anchor will be.

When under mental attack from other spellcasters or unknown entities in the magic network, it is more likely to use its own anchor to reversely erode the opponent.

After sensing the mysterious wanderer's mental power, Salas quickly tried to lock onto the other party's mental anchor point and attempted to analyze it.

But at the moment of prying the other party's spiritual anchor, his own soul issued an unprecedented danger warning.

"Could it be those ancient creatures that have existed since the Age of Dragons..." the legendary wizard muttered to himself in confusion.

The only thing that can be confirmed is.

"The owner of that spiritual power, it, or rather, He, is trying to entrap and erode me through a weak disguise!"

(End of this chapter)