A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 365 Oh no, I've split into two!

Huh? Oh right, right, right. Rorschach quickly responded to the Chief Mage's brilliant guess with a resolute expression: "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Ha, only the guild remains so loose-fisted and sluggish, thinking itself superior to everything. So is an intelligence agent like you, recklessly showing up with outdated information."

"Stop cursing, stop cursing." Luo Xia broke free of the tentacles, patted his clothes, and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Chief."

"Get out of here! Tell your Arcane Senate, tell those scholars in the tower: times have changed!"

"You're letting me go like that?" Rorschach bowed to the other party, glanced at the bewildered Richard, and quickly left the wreckage of the airship, disappearing into the fire and smoke.

"Teacher, you're just letting them go like that?" Li felt the situation was too bizarre and was so shocked that she was almost numb.

"Destroying him or keeping him is pointless." Sauron's momentum vanished instantly. Rotten patches began to appear on his body. He lifted his loose robe and used his tentacles to remove the steel fragments embedded in his body.

The chief explained to the students and the man with the mustache, "During the conversation, I observed the other person carefully again. He is not a living person at all, but an avatar created based on remains."

It makes sense that the other party is not a living person and is not afraid of his necromancy.

"The existence of our secret weapon has been exposed, but this was expected."

The creation of the first atomic bomb could be kept secret, but when it landed and rose into a mushroom cloud, the world would be shocked. Even if you wanted to hide it, your strength wouldn't allow it.

The same principle applies to anti-magic devices. The chief is confident in this: "In principle, as long as the device operates successfully, it cannot be countered. It can not only negate divine spells and magic, but also create a brief magical vacuum afterward, which is enough to be fatal."

"So what we need to do in the future is to fight a war of offense and defense, and prevent others from sabotaging the device. But I don't think we need to worry too much, the Magic Guild will probably fall apart soon."

There was another concern that Sauron didn't voice: although the clone's soul was weak, its magical power was abundant. When the blue light appeared, Sauron vaguely sensed that it, like the power of order and light, could restrain his magic.

This clone probably belongs to the Archmage! If the main body senses the clone being destroyed and tears through space to reach it, I, in my injured state, probably won't be able to defeat it.

Who could it be? Feuerbach is a madman, but not this unreliable; he's a perpetually stern-faced lunatic. Kober? Yes, it must be that old, childish fellow! Their styles are exactly alike, and their spells are very much like those of a nature-based magic user.

After establishing a logical loop and conquering the low point of intelligence, Archmage Sauron's thoughts became much clearer. He used part of the negative energy gathered in the "Well of Remains" to heal himself and the other part to fill the "building materials of the well".

The remains swelled up, and Sauron propelled them toward the middle of the airship, where they exploded one after another, completely shattering the device's remains beyond recognition.

"Recycle the valuable materials inside. Install the other devices on the train later," the chief instructed, patting the man with the mustache on the shoulder. "Well done. I will report to His Majesty and highlight your contribution."

The monk with the eight-character mustache was very excited: "It's all thanks to Lord Soren's guidance!"

"You can't say that. We all work for the empire. It was His Majesty the Emperor who nurtured you."

After saying that, he led the students away from the airship.

Walking along the road, Soren, unusually speaking to Richard like an elder, said, "As you just saw, with your personality and abilities, you are not suitable to inherit my true talents."

"To be honest, I don't want to see my friend's grandson follow the same path."

"Just study the spells I taught you diligently, and that will be enough to protect yourself and the country on the battlefield."

He looked at the majestic and towering walls of Andorella and said calmly, "Go back to camp and rest. I have other matters to attend to."

"Yes, teacher."

Joseph Rorschach's journey became increasingly difficult; he had run out of blood and flesh to replenish his body, and the microorganisms within him gradually entered a dormant state.

"I need to reconnect with the main body." Rorschach began to consider how to rebuild the connection. In the original spell, a clone that has severed the connection either returns to the main body, with the soul leaving the clone and returning, or the bridge of the dual magic array is reconstructed. In any case, he has to go back.

But this body probably won't be able to make it back, its athletic ability is far inferior to Earth Stand's, and even if he creates another Transmutation Dust and carbohydrates, it won't be enough.

"To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, we must first reconnect with the original body and transfer the precious memories there. Only then can we consider the matter of the soul returning to its original state."

Rorschach began to experiment. He drew a path on the ground and stood in the middle of one magic circle. In the center of the other magic circle, there was neither a substitute nor the original body, but a "benzene ring" rune.

Then he found a ladle of water, released the remains of dead microorganisms from his fingertips, mixed them together, and poured them onto the magic circle.

The simple, rustic magic circle began to charge and activate, while the target on the other side pointed towards the totem, which then began to resonate with the main body.

"Hmm?" The "original form of Xia," who was negotiating the construction period with the contractor, sensed something and stopped working.

The leather-clad dwarf, Jansen, watched as confusion, surprise, and then a twisted expression appeared on the young mage's face, before finally gritting his teeth and exclaiming, "Oh no! I've created a clone!"

Joseph Rorschach improved upon the original spell and reconnected with the original body remotely, so he is the current caster, while the original body, which is passively receiving the connection, is naturally placed in the original substitute's position.

"We're all family here! It's no big deal." After transmitting his memories, Joseph Rorschach decisively severed the connection, ending their relationship with the Reversal of Heaven.

As the sun began to set, Joseph, using his broken spear as a crutch, struggled back into the empire. He slowly climbed a small, lush hill.

The clone cleared a space and used the [Sculpting] skill to create a stone tablet inscribed with "Joseph Muller" and place it there.

Then, Joseph caught an unidentified bird, and lay down in front of the stone tablet, holding it in his arms.

A sticky liquid, shimmering with crystalline light, gradually seeped from his fingertips, enveloping the struggling little creature. The bird gained intelligent eyes, and Joseph finally found peace.

The bird took flight, flapped its wings, and Joseph's body burst into flames. Once no microorganisms could survive, the bird flapped its wings again, and the earth and stones moved, creating a small mound.

Finally, it carried a grass seed, which, under the stimulation of blue light, quickly sprouted into a small flower and landed in front of the grave.

These three spells represent the current limit of the clone technique. The choice of birds as a new vessel was based on their low energy consumption and high mobility.

"Flying Bird Summer" hibernated almost all of its intelligence and spread its wings. Like a pigeon returning to its nest, it flew towards Byrne based on biological instinct and vague beliefs.

The small stone tablet under the tree reads: "Joseph Muller, Reich Army, Private Second Class of the 5th Regiment of Marin, died in the Battle of Andorella at the age of 22."

That was all Rorschach could do for the soldier after he had used him.

(End of this chapter)