Chapter 119: Reply from Hell
Magic teaching can be done after the battle is over. The most important thing at the moment is to get rid of the army of clay golems besieging Iron Fang City! As the dust from the explosion dissipated, the clay golems finally came to their senses, raised their fists as big as casseroles, and rushed towards the two undeads at the entrance of the Mechanical Hall.
Even though the undead units have a physical immunity of more than 90%, they cannot withstand the hateful beating of a group of clay golems.
Attacks with murderous intent can hurt spirits!
Without any delay, Miranda immediately started the next round of spellcasting.
The wind blade with the "chemical element" superimposed on it produced a miraculous effect! With the "ignition" skill, he "commanded" the chemical pool with a gulp and swept away a large number of clay golems that rushed up at lightning speed!
According to Miranda's intuitive feeling, in terms of destructive power alone, the power generated by the superposition of these two Black Iron-level magics even reached the bronze level!
It was precisely because of this that his heart was filled with shock and his jaw almost dropped to the ground.
Even for a top magician who has been awarded the title of Grand Mage by the Royal School of Magic, it is almost impossible to produce the destructive power of a bronze-level spell with only two black iron-level magics without rewriting the spell formula!
It is common knowledge in today's academic world that if you want greater destructive power, you have to use higher-level spells! In the Empire's academic state, there are indeed scholars who specialize in studying elementary spells and delving into the combination of different spells to increase the maximum destructive effect of a unit's magic power.
For example, the most typical one is to inject a small amount of fire element into the "ground spike" magic, so that the tip of the ground spike has the toughness of metal.
Another example is injecting a small amount of fire element into the "water arrow" magic through a special chanting method, so that the water arrow explodes after contacting the target and produces steam burns, etc.
These technologies are mainly used in the Empire's spellcasting groups. When most magic apprentices are unable to break through their own bottlenecks, their battlefield survivability and individual combat effectiveness are improved as much as possible.
However, even the research in these cutting-edge fields can only produce improvements in the range of 10% to 30%.
The effect he has seen now is more than 10% to 30%, he believes it is 300%!! If this terrifying power is applied to the empire's magic group, the latter's combat effectiveness will rise by more than one level! If this research result is published in the public lecture of the academy, the emperor may personally make him an earl! Of course, this is just a hypothesis.
Since he had already become a dead spirit, it would be meaningless for him to become a count, and he was not very interested in worldly power.
From the "magical knowledge" of the cemetery, he saw an unprecedented possibility! In this unprecedented possibility, future magicians will no longer rely solely on the strength of their innate talents! Instead, they will be like the dwarf craftsmen under the inscription system, allowing their personal knowledge to play a greater role! For a scholar who is obsessed with extraordinary mysteries, this is more exciting than making him a king! "... Noisy wind, please obey my call in the form of 'carbon monoxide'!"
With the help of extended chanting, Miranda began to try to infuse new combination elements into the bronze-level spell.
The surging magic power gradually took on a familiar shape, and under the guidance of his mental strength, it gathered into a high-pressure cyclone in his hands.
"The wind is howling!"
The moment the spell was chanted, a high-pressure cyclone blew forward like a dragon's breath.
It was still ignition magic! With a snap of his right fingers, the sparks that shot forward instantly turned into the breath of a fire dragon, and dozens of clay golems were instantly blown into pieces!
Too strong! In terms of pure destructive power, it might be as powerful as the fine steel-level "Explosive Flame Technique"!
Looking at the group of clay golems that were blown to pieces, he drank a gulp of the chemical pool and shouted excitedly.
"Good job! Try cyclotrimethylene trinitramine again!"
Miranda was stunned.
"What???"
He drank the chemical pool in one gulp, regretting that he had not demonstrated to him how to prepare that thing in the previous experiment, and he gesticulated and yelled.
"It's Black Lock Gold!!! It's even more awesome than black powder! Or yellow dynamite will work too!"
"……?"
Miranda had no idea what he was shouting; all that came out of the translation crystal was a bunch of gibberish.
There were too many special nouns, so he could only pretend not to hear them and continue casting spells at his own pace.
The battle is actually over here.
He alone annihilated most of the dozens of clay golems, and the rest were either dead or injured! These "elemental spirits" did not seem to be simple summons, but conscious creatures.
After realizing that there was nothing they could do, they decisively chose to retreat and ran deep into the maze.
Bond did not pursue, but silently put away the sword, staring at the two undead at the entrance of the hall with dead eyes and expressionless expression.
Especially the transparent one.
At this moment, a loud scream broke the silence of the battlefield.
"Ohhhh!! Victory!!! Praise the Demon King! We won!!"
Zhuangzhuang, who had no strength at all, jumped out from somewhere, jumped onto Bond's shoulders using his hands and feet, and cheered for victory in a voice louder than anyone else.
Hearing the chief's shout, the mole people that had hidden in the garbage dump came out again, cheering for victory and running towards the bodies of the clay golems. They quickly dismantled them into parts and moved them into the carts that had been prepared long ago.
The clay dropped by these clay golems is quite "fertile" and can be said to be the best fertilizer! It is full of various minerals and organic substances. For moles, they can even eat it directly. If they don't eat it, it can also be used to grow some root plants.
The attack of the golem puppet was repelled, and a group of life professional players breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the direction of the chemical pool.
"What happened just now?!"
"Is that gunpowder? Or a dust explosion?"
"You will never guess," he said with a smile on his face after taking a gulp of the chemical pool, "I filled the wind blade with carbon monoxide!"
Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
Especially Zheng Fangfang, the number one competitor of Anxunsi Group, who exclaimed in surprise.
"What the hell! How did they do that?!"
Hearing that fanatical scream, he swallowed the chemical pool and smiled mysteriously, but did not answer.
"If you ask me, I'll tell you."
Zheng Fangfang: “@#%!”
Actually, this thing is not really a secret.
Since the development team has tested this system, I bet that it won't be long before someone discovers how awesome the freedom of this game is! But before that, I have to enjoy this "exclusive technology" for a while! Seeing that I refused to say anything, everyone turned their attention to the ghost beside him.
After all, this was the first time they had seen a ghost in a game! "Wow, it's transparent!"
A player reached out and touched it, and was surprised to find that his hand passed through his body. The player next to him showed a subtle expression.
"That doesn't mean that - ahem... I didn't say anything."
"nausea!!"
"Uh, I feel weird when you touch me like this." Miranda had an obviously embarrassed expression on her face as she watched the group of skeleton soldiers touching her all over.
As if they realized that their behavior was a bit presumptuous, the group of young players immediately pulled their hands back in embarrassment.
After all, those who have no sense of boundaries are a minority, and most people are relatively normal.
A group of people turned to ask other questions.
"Are you the new NPC?"
"What's your name?"
In the current context, the word NPC was directly translated by Translator Crystal into "minions of the devil".
Miranda didn't expect the devil's minions to look at her like this. She was flattered and a shy smile appeared on her face.
"I... was indeed saved by that adult, but he didn't seem to like me very much."
In fact, he was not sure about this matter. After all, he and the Demon King had not met since then.
Although he wanted to float over to express his gratitude several times, he was delayed by various things, and when he was thinking about doing so, the adult had disappeared.
After all, he is the Demon King, it is impossible for him to stay on the fourth floor of the maze all the time.
In addition, he was an introverted person, so the matter was put on hold after being delayed for a long time.
"Indeed," Zheng Fang-fang stroked his chin and commented, "You don't have cat ears, so I'm afraid it will be difficult for the Demon King to like you."
Miranda: “……?”
"Don't listen to his nonsense, just follow me!"
Seeing that his competitor was about to lead the NPC he picked up astray, he drank a gulp of the chemical pool and quickly led it aside. He spoke only after he had gotten rid of his colleagues.
"Anyway, you should just follow me first. When I become awesome, I will introduce you to the Demon King."
Milan was shocked when he heard this, and his eyes lit up with excitement.
"Really?! Can you introduce me to the Demon King?!"
He drank the chemical tank in one gulp, straightened up the two taels of pork ribs in front of his chest, and said with assurance.
"Of course I can! The Demon King is very familiar with me! He gave me my name! Oh, and the method of injecting carbon monoxide into magic..."
Miranda said excitedly.
"I'll teach you now!"
The principle of injecting carbon monoxide into the wind blade was not very difficult, at least for Miranda.
From the perspective of spellcasting, so-called magic is to use one's own mental power to materialize the "magic power" floating in nature into specific "elements" and then fill them into a specific "framework".
All Miranda did was conceive of an element called carbon monoxide.
This element is composed of one part oxygen and one part carbon, and he has a basic concept of the properties of the combination in his mind, such as being toxic, being able to burn, etc. The principle is similar to the niche metal magic.
By the way, after understanding the concept of the "iron" element, he found that he could also create iron blocks out of thin air without combining the earth element and the fire element. Not only did it consume less magic power, but the duration of the iron block also became longer than before.
In short, the whole process seemed to Miranda to be a very simple matter, and he had no doubt that it would be easier for the people in the cemetery to do this than for him. After all, the 118 elements were common sense to them.
However, what Miranda did not expect was that although the skeleton soldier in front of him had a lot of theories, he held his hands up for a long time but couldn't even produce a gust of wind.
If he had not seen what a Black Iron-level skeleton soldier looked like, he would have been unable to help but doubt whether this guy had no extraordinary powers.
"How about... we start with the most basic meditation?" Miranda asked tentatively, "Maybe your mental strength is too low."
"No... Let's just level up," he withdrew his tired hands and cursed, "Damn it, I can't just think about overtaking on the curve all day, I still have to do something."
Miranda: "Level up?"
He drank the chemical pool in one gulp: "It means killing monsters. Killing monsters can gain experience, and gaining experience can increase the level, which means increasing the extraordinary power... Don't you know?"
Miranda looked at him in confusion and shook her head.
“I’ve never heard of that…”
He drank the chemical tank in one gulp and looked at him with contempt.
"Tsk, you are just a college graduate, but you don't know anything when asked... What level are you professors? You are not as good as me!"
Miranda wanted to refute but couldn't find a reason to refute, so she could only lower her head in shame.
"You mean ..."
He drank the chemical pool in one gulp: "Anyway, this is it. You will be responsible for pulling monsters and dealing damage, and I will support you from behind... Oh, and try to leave the final blow to me."
Miranda nodded repeatedly.
“Okay, okay!”
A strange scene appeared outside Tieya City.
A skeleton and a ghost wander around the third level of the maze.
They used special magic and cooperated well with each other, becoming a feared existence for countless monsters.
Not only that, they would occasionally get together to discuss physical chemistry and magical techniques, and figure out how to make the monotonous magical skills more fancy.
In the distance, a few short, hunchbacked dark green monsters were hiding in the dark and watching secretly.
Looking at the skeletons and ghosts who were working in perfect harmony, their faces were filled with surprise and even fear.
The sound of whispers was transmitted between those ears that were too long...
"What kind of magic is that—"
“It’s horrible!”
"Yes, we must hurry up...report to the king!"
…
On the fourth level of the maze, somewhere not far from the night elf tribe, a steep mountain stands in the misty forest.
The entire mountain is like a huge stone pillar, connected to the ground dome of the misty forest.
There are many such load-bearing column structures in the Misty Forest, and there is even one in every other area.
Like the tower-like structures connecting the third and fourth floors of the maze, these "mountains" also have passages inside that can be used to travel back and forth between floors, and the latter are much more spacious than the former.
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Some players have suggested installing an elevator here to speed up travel between floors.
Luo Yan actually had the same idea, but before putting it into practice, he had more important things to do.
For example, fulfilling the promise made to the night elf tribe - restoring the forest to life.
To do this, you must light up the crystal on the dome of the 4th floor of the maze.
I saw a very small cave entrance and a platform ten meters square near the top of the mountain.
This is the highest point in the entire Misty Forest, only a hand's reach away from the dome. Looking down, you can not only see the outline of the Grey Wind Tribe, but even the outline of Misty Town can be vaguely seen... if the fog here happens not to be very thick.
At this moment, Luo Yan was following the leaders of the Grey Wind Tribe and standing on the wide platform.
As the group looked around, they all had more or less surprised expressions on their faces.
"It's... incredible! It's like another world here." Looking at the forest under the dome, there was obvious envy in Arakdo's voice.
The space and resources here are so abundant that it is unimaginable for the Shadow Weavers active on the first level of the maze! I heard that the resources in the lower levels of the maze are even richer than here.
I wonder what kind of richness that is! Sarah also had an obvious surprise on her face, craning her neck to look out.
Although the richness here is not as great as the Silver Pine Forest on the surface, it is surprising enough that such a huge forest is located underground.
"…This is the place closest to the dome, and it is also the brightest place on the entire fourth floor."
Following her father, Helen continued speaking to the Demon King's back in a gentle tone.
"Our people will plant some herbs that grow on the cliffs nearby. Firstly, they can avoid being eaten by monsters, and secondly, only the light here can keep them alive."
"Can't your nature magic make them grow?" Luo Yan turned around and looked at her and asked.
"That's impossible," Shirley, who was standing next to her sister, shook her head and answered, "Even natural magic can't make plants continue to grow in an environment without sunlight. And those plants that are forced to mature will soon wither without the support of magic."
Helen nodded, agreeing with her sister, and continued.
"Like my sister said, magic can't solve all problems."
"I see."
Luo Yan stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.
At this time, Tyrael, the chief of the Grey Wind Tribe, walked up to him and cast his eyes on a cluster of crystals that were within reach.
They grow on the dome of the fourth level of the maze like mushrooms in the cracks of the rocks.
"...The Misty Forest in the past was not much worse than the Silverpine Forest, otherwise humans would not have thought of building an outpost near us. However, since the fall of Reggie Dragun, these crystals have been extinguished, and now only a little turbid light remains. We live in darkness most of the time and can only survive with difficulty."
Tyrael's expression held a hint of piety.
That was not devotion to the devil or anyone else, but to this forest.
Luo Yan could hear the desire in his heart and continued in a chatty tone.
"It's normal. These crystals are maintained by the core of the labyrinth. It's a miracle that there's still some energy left."
Tyrael looked at him and said in a serious tone.
"Can you...really restore it to its original state?"
"Of course there is," Luo Yan said calmly, thinking seriously, "but I'm wondering... is there a more energy-efficient alternative to replace the original one."
Tyrael was slightly stunned and asked in confusion.
“Energy saving?”
"Well," Luo Yan nodded and continued, "To put it simply, it is to use less energy expenditure to maintain the lighting of the fourth floor of the maze."
The energy structure of the entire maze can be said to be very unreasonable.
Perhaps it was due to the lack of quantitative statistical methods, or perhaps it was due to the lack of management experience, but the previous Demon King's squandering of the power of faith was so extravagant that it was jaw-dropping.
After studying the design of the first four levels of the maze, Luo Yan has gradually discovered where the problem lies.
There is a huge faith deficit in the entire maze.
There are many reasons for this.
Perhaps at a certain period of time, humans on the surface relaxed their faith and sold their souls to the devil, causing the balance of faith power in the maze to surge, so the devil began to build on a large scale.
As soon as the new facilities were built, the humans on the surface re-consolidated their faith in Saint Sith, causing the increase in the power of faith in the maze to suddenly plummet. Expenditure exceeded income, and the maze could no longer be maintained.
From this perspective, Reggie Dragun's high-profile invasion of the surface cannot be considered a completely unwise move, but at most a helpless choice.
After all, this huge wonder cannot be maintained solely by the power of faith contributed by local monsters, and must rely on the input of external power of faith.
This is like a typical export-oriented economy. When the "external market" shrinks, there are only two outcomes: either it will decline in silence, or it will have a big fight with the guys outside.
Reggie Dragun is a demon king after all, and he is from a well-known family in Hell. Even for the sake of face, he has to choose the latter and take a chance.
Even if it cannot increase the fear of the forces of Hell among humans on the surface, it can at least consume the excess monsters. It sounds better to say that someone died on the battlefield than to say that someone starved to death.
However, Reggie Dragun probably didn't expect that his opponent was also a ruthless person who was willing to stab him at the cost of his own life, causing the collapse of the entire Demon King's army.
This led to the current situation.
A vacuum of order appeared both on the surface and underground, which gave Chaos an opportunity to invade.
Luo Yan does not intend to follow Reggie Dragon's old path.
Especially since he has a large number of players to support, every expenditure of faith power must be calculated carefully.
Thinking of this, he said thoughtfully.
"…If there is a way to convert sunlight into magic power and then transport it underground through Hades, that would be great."
I heard that the dwarves have similar technology.
It's not even just the dwarves, there are demons from Hell as well.
For example, the amethyst dome stolen from the dwarves was maintained by converting geothermal energy into magic power using some kind of fungus growing on obsidian.
The demons in the Demon City know very well that although the power of faith can create miracles, not all problems can be solved by miracles.
Tyrael looked at the Demon King in astonishment and said incredulously.
"Is this kind of thing... possible?"
"It's worth a try. If it doesn't work, I can use the power of faith to solve it."
Having said this, Luo Yan paused for a moment and continued.
"In order to complete this project, I would like to borrow an expert in the field of plants from you... preferably a magician with extensive knowledge of monsters and proficient in natural magic."
"Regarding this matter, I think Helen is the most suitable person," Tyrael looked at his eldest daughter, then looked at Luo Yan and said, "Her research on natural magic is even better than mine. You can ask her any questions you have in the field of plants."
Helen nodded slightly and said respectfully.
"Helen is happy to help you."
Shirley pouted a little unhappily, as if she was not convinced by what her father said, but in the end she said nothing.
Luo Yan showed an approving smile on his face, looked at the father and daughter and nodded.
"Very good! With your help, I think I will have a better chance of success."
As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the crystals that were growing tenaciously on the dome.
He already had an immature idea in his mind.
If we could imitate the Magic City and create a plant-based monster that draws magic power from nature and stores it in these crystals, maybe we could not only solve the light source problem of the Misty Forest, but also generate a huge amount of surplus magic power to supply the first three levels of the maze!
As for how to realize this idea, Luo Yan plans to teach Helen some biological concepts on Earth.
Ultimately, magic is a manifestation of cognition.
If she could gain a deeper understanding of the mysteries of nature and understand complex concepts such as "photosynthesis", it might produce unexpected effects.
Hasn't a certain mechanical god done something similar before?
Applying the ideas of programming to inscriptions...
Just as Luo Yan was constantly perfecting the idea in his mind, a youyou voice suddenly came into his ears.
"My Lord Demon, your Ironfang Castle is under attack by a group of clay golems!"
Luo Yan immediately came back to his senses and asked with his mind.
"How many are there? Is it serious?"
Youyou: "There are probably more than fifty of them! This is undoubtedly an organized invasion... Ah, but it doesn't seem to be a big problem? Your player called a ghost who can cast spells, and it blew those clay golems away with a wave of its hand! But it's so strange, the spells used by that guy are a bit like mechanical spells? But not completely like them?"
Mechanical spells? Luo Yan had a strange expression on his face.
He could guess the identity of the ghost. If nothing unexpected happened, it should be the coward named Miranda.
He had disappeared since the war ended, but he unexpectedly showed up in Tieya City? After a while, Youyou's voice came from my ears again.
"It's solved! Those clay golems are starting to retreat... Hey! They really are organized, right?!"
A mindless golem won't retreat!
"It seems that the rulers of the third layer are causing trouble," Luo Yan narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly, "I think they are probably tired of living."
The inspection of the dome crystal is complete.
The unfathomable Demon King already has an idea in mind.
Seeing his confident expression, the night elves of the Grey Wind Tribe also began to have more hope for the future.
Luo Yan said goodbye to Tyrael and other high-ranking members of the Grey Wind Tribe, while Helen and Shirley remained as his bodyguards.
Just when he was planning to go to Tieya City to inspect the situation there, an unexpected piece of news temporarily changed his plan.
A reply from hell -
It’s finally here!
My sleep schedule is totally messed up. I sleep four hours at night and three hours at noon, which adds up to seven hours... I feel like I don't sleep much, but I just don't know where the time goes. =.= (End of this chapter)