A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 243 Died from a conspiracy?

It's called the Great Rupture Technique, but the rays are very fine.

This was a trade-off made by Rorschach to speed up his spellcasting, to outrun the charging phase of the attack, instead of going all out as before. Fortunately, the effects of the magic-breaking and disintegrating spells remained outstanding, passing through the sword without hindrance and piercing the chest of the alchemically armored warrior.

Simplifying spellcasting steps is a necessity on the battlefield, while restraint is a form of mercy.

The white light on the sword collapsed, shattering the greatsword along with it. Next, the samurai's breastplate and the pure mithril power furnace were blasted into dust by the magic.

The samurai's heart shattered. Fine particles of silver-white and bright blue sprayed out and splashed across the field. The machine, impacted by the ether, began to malfunction and disintegrate. The armor on the chest and abdomen shattered into small pieces under the effect of "decomposition," while the limbs and head retained their original shapes, along with mechanical structures such as springs and crankshafts, which exploded.

If Rorschach had enough time to cast the spell, he could have turned the entire alchemical doll to ashes in one go. However, at this moment, watching it collapse from the center outwards to the limbs is also quite artistic.

"ah--"

"No!!!"

The alchemist was also heartbroken, and even the other fully armored warrior, whose body was intact, seemed to feel the same way, kneeling on all fours, utterly devastated.

The barrier space had obviously disappeared. The alchemists walked with tears in their eyes to the remains of the samurai and picked up the mithril and steel fragments that had turned to ash.

The sanxian (a three-stringed lute) was brought out again at the banquet, but this time the music played was an extremely sad tune.

The only one who was elated was Andrei, who clapped his hands and said, "Master is amazing!" The good apprentice had successfully drawn the hatred of all the members of the Alchemy Department onto himself.

"Andrei, can't you learn to read the room?" Rorschach dispelled the [Levitation] spell and slowly landed on the ground. He walked to the wreckage: "That... can still be remade, right?"

Snow remained relatively calm. He began casting a spell, and all the fragments gathered together and began to glow red-hot, eventually melting into a large, mottled gray-black metal lump.

He frowned slightly, quite certain that the metal sphere in front of him was mainly made of iron, and that a large amount of mithril had vanished into thin air, perhaps scattered in the space as tiny dust particles, impossible to recover.

The losses are immeasurable, and my heart is bleeding!

"First, it needs to be refined and recycled. Master Rorschach, you didn't deliberately target the power furnace, did you? It's made of pure mithril, its value... Sigh, never mind, we asked you for this ourselves. Master Rorschach, congratulations on your victory."

The Alchemy Department finally got what they wanted, but would the guys be defeated by this? Rorschach was dragged along to test methods to resist this "powerful disintegration technique".

Nested combinations of various shield spells.

No way.

Armor made of other materials, even ceramics and preserved wood.

Sizzle—still not working.

Finally, the little genius designed a sandwich layer, embedding passivated transmutation dust. When Rorschach's disintegration technique broke through the surface, the transmutation dust was activated, and the two energies perished together.

Is this considered reactive armor?

"Really... I can't cast it anymore!" Rorschach was exhausted from the ordeal. This spell was not something he could just cast whenever he wanted. Although he controlled the mana consumption and all the subsequent spells were [Rorschach's Minor Disintegration], the spell was a triple combination of "split," "reverse," and "exile," which severely depleted Rorschach's energy. He even felt the fatigue in his soul.

Fortunately, the guys were finally somewhat satisfied with the effect of the "reactive armor." Of course, it was unrealistic to mount it on a small machine; it could only fit inside the 18-meter-tall machine's surface.

"We also need to consider aerial combat. I noticed that Mage Rorschach used the [Feather Fall] enchantment to take off, pushing off the air and creating a counter-propulsion effect." Mage Snow's observation of the battle was indeed meticulous; he even remembered how Rorschach cast spells to create distance.

So the blueprints for the 18-meter model were updated with a propulsion system and a levitation magic loop. Flying is unlikely, but according to my calculations, a super jump is definitely possible.

So you guys are going to fight monsters? Rorschach thought to himself as he drank the gentian violet.

"If nothing else happens, I'll head back," Luo Xia said casually. The other members were already engrossed in their grand plan and had no time to pay him any attention.

Rorschach could only call out to Andrei, and then boarded the small boat himself.

"Is it alright for us to leave like this, Professor Rorschach?"

"You should be more worried about whether we'll capsize. Let me take a look." Rorschach gripped the helm and channeled magic into the magic circle.

With a loud bang, the speedboat sprayed water from its stern as the two men sped off towards Valuvana.

Let's go back to this evening.

Pascal represented Master Cano at the court luncheon. He was already quite familiar with similar occasions. In the past six months, Cano's affairs had increased, and so had the occasions where he represented his mentor.

After becoming a formal mage, Pascal spent less and less time in the laboratory, gradually taking on the role of the master's "secretary".

In the evenings, there are club gatherings.

"Sorry I'm late." Pascal rushed over, only to find something was wrong when he opened the door. Everyone was dressed in black and had serious expressions.

Pascal was startled: "What's going on?"

"Thor, you missed the last gathering. We're going to the cemetery to pay our respects to Mr. Messier." Floran put on his best formal attire, making sure it didn't smell fishy.

Pascal was somewhat reluctant to attend; he had only heard a little about Mr. Messier, but since everyone else was prepared to attend, he had no choice but to follow along.

"If you attend, you'll need to wear more formal attire," someone reminded Pascal.

"I understand, my home is nearby, please wait a moment."

Pascal didn't have a dark suit; he simply took out his court attire from his storage bag and began casting a spell. He kept shaking his clothes, and with each shake, the color deepened until it was completely black.

Then Thor, who had perfectly integrated into the club community, appeared, and he walked towards the cemetery with everyone.

Mr. Messières, like the club's leader Maxim, is a lawyer; many activists in Valuana are lawyers.

This is no coincidence. On the one hand, they have the opportunity to enter and exit the courts and palaces to appeal and communicate with adults, making them "higher-class members of society" with one foot in the establishment. On the other hand, progressive and righteous lawyers are willing to defend the disadvantaged, and their wide social contact makes it easy for them to become opinion leaders trusted by the public.

Even in this era without "Weibo," lawyers actively "post," enthusiastically releasing court briefings so that even drunkards in taverns can glimpse how the kingdom's power operates, and igniting public "enthusiasm" for this topic.

On the outskirts of Valuana, three poor farmers were accused by their estate owner of stealing and killing cattle. Without any evidence, the capital's court hastily found them guilty.

Messière, a local judge with professional ethics and a strong sense of justice, immediately recognized the wrongful convictions in the case file and volunteered to defend the three unfortunate individuals. This case drew the attention of the capital's citizens, who viewed it as a prime example of the oppression of the lower classes.

Under pressure, the Supreme Court overturned the verdict, clearing the three farmers' names. However, the highly respected Mr. Messier was found dead in his home a few days ago.

On the day of the venerable gentleman's burial, Maxim solemnly delivered his eulogy: "Ladies and gentlemen, citizens, although as a defender of law and justice I should not be arbitrary, reason and strong emotions prevent me from deceiving myself, and I must publicly declare to you:

"Monsieur Messières died in the plot of an evil force!"

(End of this chapter)