Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 173 Strange Cannons

“Starlight Plane, a traveler’s rest…” Elise murmured.

Just moments ago, the two were struggling with their current predicament, but a traveler's badge pulled their perspective to a distant and mysterious starry plane. The vastness of the transition was so awe-inspiring that it made them feel humbled, and their current conflict suddenly seemed to lose its weight and become something to worry about.

"Have you been there?" Anser asked, puzzled.

“No, I want to go.” Elise’s gaze was distant. “Ever since I started learning about planes from my mother, I’ve always wanted to take a plane trip. My mother said it’s not difficult; Candlekeep, Waterdeep, and the Mage Guild all have such plane teleportation arrays.”

However, ensuring one's safety during interdimensional travel is no easy feat. Dimensions are fraught with unknown dangers, and even legendary powerhouses are not guaranteed a safe return.

“Yes, they have the ability to go out, but they may not be able to come back,” Anser agreed.

For example, the astral plane between the outer plane and the material realm appears to be an endless, silent silver void, but it is actually full of dangers. Travelers may encounter astral creatures, astral pirates, the corpses of gods, astral pools of color, desolate spaces, and psychic storms...

Travelers in the Starry Dimension are driven by their thoughts, possess a flight speed five times their intelligence attribute value, and are able to levitate.

In the blink of an eye, a traveler can discover the most direct route to their destination. However, the traveler cannot know the time or danger of the journey; they can only sense the direction.

Therefore, interplanetary travel is generally carried out by magic ships, just like spaceships.

"When are you going?" Elise was clever and immediately guessed Anser's intention. She rolled up her sleeves, revealing a small arm guard on her wrist with a wrist pouch attached.

"Wait until we drive back the Ammun." Anser had already planned this.

It's not advisable to leave for too long now. If we come back and find the castle destroyed, we'll regret it.

“Alright.” Elise pulled the clasp on her wristlet, which opened a black hole a foot in diameter. Then, pointing it at the bed sheet, a large number of gems poured out like water, in all sorts of colors.

A few seconds later, Elise stopped. The bed was piled high with gems, at least a thousand, which glittered under the light.

Anser's eyes widened. There were no inferior gemstones inside; the lowest quality ones were red gold amber and amethyst, just piled up casually without even a box.

This pile is worth at least 100,000 gold coins!
Elise then took out a silver box, opened it, and placed it on top of the pile of gems. Inside were three pale blue polyhedra, one large and two small, with galaxy-like bands of light flowing inside.

"This is a star diamond, also called an astral gem or astral crystal. It is very rare, and even a small one is worth 10,000 gold coins. If the value of ordinary gems is not commensurate, you can use this to trade."

As she spoke, she reached out and stroked Anser's cheek, frowning slightly, and pretended to be in pain, saying, "You won't let me lose money, will you? This is all the money I have left."

“Old aristocrats are really rich, huh?” Anser pressed her down and kissed her hard. “I’ll try my best, I’ll compensate with my body if I lose.”

"Ha, I just hope you can remember me for a few more years." Elise's tone was wistful. She always felt that this man was like an elusive bubble, as if he might disappear from her world at any moment.

She got up and left: "Don't wander around, get some rest."

Anser can spend that money however she wants; she doesn't want to interfere. It would be better if he lost it all.

"Oh, aren't you going to rest with me?"

"Ha ha……"

With a bang, the door slammed shut.

Anser shook his head helplessly; he still hadn't figured out the sorceress's temperament.

He put all the gems into his dragon-skin pouch and immediately felt much more at ease. To put it bluntly, 100,000 gold coins had a purchasing power far exceeding tens of millions of RMB in his previous life—a truly enormous sum.

Even if Traveler's Rest is a top-tier club, the prices can't be too outrageous. This money should be enough to bring back some specialties from other dimensions.
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As the golden sunlight bathed the wilderness, the six Amne camps had already packed up their tents, and the soldiers, lined up in square formations, approached Jacqueline Castle along the gentle slope.

The castle guards immediately sounded the alarm and everyone was on high alert.

Thump, thump, thump, the ground trembled slightly, and the surrounding fruit trees rustled.

More than ten strangely shaped constructs crawled or ran past the formation and rushed toward the castle gate, their movements swift and leaving a series of deep marks.

Dozens of professionals, divided into several small teams, followed behind the construct, their eyes fixed on the city wall. Behind them, Derek tidied his messy hair, put on his helmet, and said in a deep voice, "Are these people reliable? They look weak."

Bahamand glanced at him coldly and said indifferently, "Regardless of whether they are reliable or not, we will only fight this one battle. If we break through the city, we will launch a general offensive. If we fail, we will retreat."

"Withdraw?" Derek grinned, revealing a pair of sharp canines. "Our mission is to take down Durag within two weeks. We've mobilized so many high-level professionals, and we're just going to run away after being hit with a few stones? How are we going to explain that when we get back?"

"A letter from headquarters says the plan has changed."

"What happened?"

"This is none of your business."

Derek's face darkened, but he couldn't lash out. If it was highly classified intelligence, he really couldn't ask about it carelessly, as it could very well violate military law.

"Prepare for battle; it is time for you to serve the kingdom." Bahamand waved his hand, his voice cold.

"Yes..." Everyone dared not delay and headed straight for the city gate.

At Jacqueline Castle, Anser rushed to the top of the city wall and his gaze narrowed slightly as he looked at the mechanical figures rushing towards him below.

Elise landed beside him on a flying carpet, her hair disheveled: "This is the magic turret you were talking about?"

“I think so,” Anser replied.

Those mechanical objects looked strange; some resembled animals, others humans—a clear example of biomimicry—but most of them had cannons.

"Why didn't they launch a night attack, but instead chose to launch a daytime assault?" Elise asked, her eyes filled with doubt.

“Who knows? Maybe they’re afraid of the slingshots and tar barrels at night,” Anser pondered.

The army is easier to control during the day, but if it is attacked again at night, the Amm soldiers, who are unaware of the enemy situation and unable to contact their superiors in time, are likely to collapse and flee.

Soon, the magic-powered turrets closed to within two or three hundred meters.

The dice spun slightly, revealing information about the first cannon:

[Force Field Ballista, Construct, Level 10 Magic Turret]

'This thing has levels? Does it upgrade like Gundam?' He didn't know much about the Mechanists.

But since it's about "manufacturing" a magical turret, it can't be as rigid as a spell. There should be a manufacturing process involving magic, and it should be able to be continuously upgraded and iterated.

“It is indeed a magic-powered turret, and its destructive power should be considerable,” he quickly informed Elise.

"What about the range?" Elise immediately got to the point.

Jacqueline Castle's outer walls were 23 meters high, and there was no moat in front of the gate, only a gentle slope. If the enemy's range was long enough, they could only passively take hits.

“The basic range should be 120 feet, but it will actually be a little longer, though still far less than that of artillery,” Anser speculated.

The magic turret is essentially a magical item that fires spells. It must be controlled by a mechanic within tens of meters of the user; others cannot use it.

"Then..."

"boom--"

A loud bang interrupted her words. An exceptionally tall, eight-clawed machine fired from two hundred meters away. A solid iron ball streaked through the air and crashed into the metal gate with a loud bang, leaving a deep dent.

"A solid iron ball, without any fireworks?" Anser was taken aback.

(End of this chapter)