The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 977 The Thriving Wizard Alliance

"Goblin World has agreed to provide us with all the technical assistance we need."

In the council hall, Richard calmly recounted the results of his discussions with the Ghost World.

"Alchemy. Have your people communicate more with these artisans. They are very skilled and possess a very good technique. If we can utilize it, then our world fortress... might be able to be mass-produced."

"……What did you say?"

The alchemist crown paused, as if to confirm what he had heard.

You mean mass-produced World Fortress?

Richard nodded slightly: "Yes."

"Have they mastered some kind of convenient and quick way to move between worlds?" Alchemist Crown's voice was filled with disbelief.

The biggest problem in the construction of the World Fortress was not actually the construction of the fortress itself.

As a world, as long as it can utilize the ley lines, its internal defenses can be built up in a relatively short time for a civilization. What limits the production of world fortresses is their mobility system.

The location of a world in the astral plane is fixed, which is why knowing the coordinates of a world allows for direct invasion.

To move the world, one must consume a massive amount of energy to drive its rules.

The machines required are not only huge, but also extremely complex.

To enable a world to be controlled at will like a world fortress, the necessary navigation system is far more complex than can be described.

The most important and energy-consuming part of a world fortress is the navigation system.

Richard nodded slightly: "As far as I know, that's the case. However, there are some prerequisites, which we happen to meet."

The Alchemist Crown rubbed its brow, even though its wooden puppet body didn't have brows.

"These guys make me feel like they've stolen my job."

"Then you'd better hurry up and improve your skills," Richard laughed.

"Hahaha……"

The hall was filled with the joyful laughter of the rulers.

The meeting ended amidst cheerful laughter, and Richard returned to the Wizarding World afterward.

He hopes to break the limits of the mind here.

The Shepherd Titan granted him a powerful physique, making him the king of the Abyss Titans, the ruler of the Abyss. But this did not make Richard feel like he was part of the Abyss.

If the abyss created his current physical body, then the wizarding civilization created his soul.

He considered himself a wizard, and wizards were a race that primarily pursued spiritual evolution.

"Crown, most of your needs have been met."

"At the headquarters of the School of Miracles," old Abel reported respectfully. Before him, Richard was gently fiddling with a clump of black sand.

"Let me know when you're done," Richard replied casually.

"Yes."

"...By the way, how has the school of thought developed recently?"

"Everything is going well, Your Majesty," old Abel said in a low voice. "We are gaining more and more control over academies, and the number of members in our schools is increasing significantly. Furthermore, the Abyss Dragon Master's symbiotic worm project has begun its pilot phase and is performing well so far."

"According to your instructions, the Abyss Dragon Master has already cultivated a batch of Star Mayflies specifically for the Miracles and Curses schools..."

“Stop, Abel,” Richard suddenly interrupted. “Star Mayflies don’t exist; there are only Star Mayflies now. The School of Souls has begun the erasure of history; let’s not cause them any trouble.”

“You are right, Crown, I misspoke,” old Abel quickly corrected himself. “Our star mayflies are different from those of other schools of thought.”

Our star mayflies possess enhanced spirituality and a talent for idealism. Our tests show that these mayflies make our wizards 20% stronger than before, and if the wizards can skillfully develop their abilities, their combat power can even double.

"Oh? Is there such a thing?"

Richard looked somewhat surprised. He hadn't been paying attention to the development of Star Mayflies recently, so he didn't know the specifics of the project.

“Yes, Crown.” Old Abel’s voice also carried a hint of sigh, “These mayflies can assist wizards in casting spells, act as reconnaissance units, work with wizards to deal with soul attacks, and enhance spells with their idealistic talents when necessary.”

In the past, these things could only be accomplished with magical equipment, and the wizard had to control them himself.

And now, a single mayfly has done it.

Furthermore, a wizard can possess more than just one Star Mayfly. If conditions permit, a third-ring wizard can even link up to three hundred level-three Star Mayflies.

Such a wizard, one person is enough to be considered a combat company... To put it somewhat arrogantly, Starflies will become an indispensable part of the future wizarding world.

Richard nodded slightly: "That certainly seems to be the case, but it must have side effects."

"The side effect is that when the wizard meditates, a portion of the enhancement effect will be shared with the star mayfly. We estimated the percentage to be around 20%."

However, these speed reductions can be easily compensated for with a small amount of potion that increases meditation efficiency.

Richard exclaimed in surprise, "So small? A tiny cost, a huge gain. It seems we've taken another step forward."

"All of this is because of your foresight," old Abel said at the opportune moment.

Richard shook his head slightly: "I won't live to see today. Notify Ellie to send the completed report to the other Crowns. Once the technology is stable, put it into use immediately."

Our final battle with that guy is about to begin; we must seize every ounce of our strength.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

……

"Wow, no wonder that wizard was so surprised when he heard about our world navigation technology."

In the vast world of ghosts and monsters, the Grand Elder led a group of ghost and monster elders through the world fortress, accompanied and introduced by the avatars of the Alchemy Crown and the Energy Crown.

“Yes, Master.” The voice of the Alchemist Crown was tinged with respect. “Your Excellency the Archon intends to mass-produce such fortresses.”

"Mass production?" The Grand Elder was taken aback. "This technology requires World Guardians. Have you recruited many native Guardians?"

"No, not at all." The Alchemist Crown shook his head slightly. "That's something the gods like to do, we don't do it. However, although we haven't incorporated the natives, we still have plenty of world guardians."

"Gentlemen, you only need to provide the technology; the rest is our responsibility."

"Tsk tsk, how extravagant!" one elder remarked. "This reminds me of those three guys from back then; they spoke with just as much arrogance as you. But alas..."

"If you can't speak, then shut your mouth!" The First Elder suddenly turned around and flicked out a drop of ink, sealing the elder who was speaking.

“It’s alright,” the Evoking Crown said calmly. “We are prepared. Even if we fail, the members of the Wizarding Alliance will be able to survive in the new world cluster.”

The elder was taken aback, a look of astonishment appearing on his face.

"Why are you fighting so hard when you have a way out?"

"Because that monster wants to devour our things." The voice of the Sculptor Crown suddenly turned fierce. "We are the rulers. Civilization gave birth to us, and we made civilization stronger. But now, someone wants to take civilization away from us and chase us away like wild dogs."

How could we possibly comply with such conditions!

Even in death?

“Even in death,” the Alchemist Crown said calmly, “we have lived for many years, and all that remains in our souls is nothing more than a yearning for truth and that pitiful bit of dignity.”

This monster is now trying to crush our dignity, and we will never tolerate it.

and……"

A hint of hesitation flashed across Alchemy Crown's voice.

"...Only a minority can ultimately leave. Are the rest destined to die?"

As the Grand Elder looked at the two Crowned Emperors before him, a series of eras in which this world had been destroyed flashed through his mind.

Do those civilizations devoured by civilization devourers have no way out? That's unlikely.

However, these civilizations still chose to fight to the end.

In this starry sky, power and responsibility are intertwined.

A ruler who has lost his civilization is not a ruler, and a civilization that has lost its ruler cannot be called a civilization.

“Perhaps we should have started communicating with you outsiders long ago,” the elder suddenly turned around and mumbled somewhat indistinctly.

"what did you say?"

"It's nothing, let's continue with the technology. This technology is very simple, I'll teach you in a bit. But before that, I also have many opinions on the other aspects of this fortress's design."

The overall design of this fortress is quite good, but it falls short in many small details.

The World Fortress is such a huge thing, with countless details. These errors, when added together, would overwhelm even the best framework..."

……

Civilization Devourers Occupy the Zone.

In the pitch-black world of the Milky Way, the egg that sealed the fragments of the world of ghosts and monsters was rising and falling in the sky.

Suddenly, a face appeared on the sea.

"Hey, monster, are you planning to cut me up and throw me away?"

The voice of the Cursed Crown was tinged with an inhuman coldness, whether it was because he had been assimilated by the civilization devourers or because he was no longer the "Cursed Crown".

The civilization devourer did not answer; it simply used its immense will to flatten the ocean.

In the ocean, colossal world fortresses are being conceived.

Beyond this world, enormous dimensional rifts continue to open, and one world after another arrives beside the Star River Great World.

There are already hundreds of such worlds around the Star River Great World.

Of these worlds, some were used as raw materials to build world fortresses. The rest, under the control of the Titan warships, were gradually being integrated into the vast interstellar world—they were piecing together the worlds.

But unlike the Titans of the past, the civilization devourers do not aim to piece together a large world, but rather to expand a large world into a super-large world.

That cold, immense will hovered above the black sea. Suddenly, its "gaze" turned to the distance, to Richard, who was far away in the Wizarding World.

Fate is such a detestable thing.

(End of this chapter)