Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 50 Diversionary Sacrifice
The next few minutes became an unforgettable scene for the apprentices of Microlight Group 3, and also became their best topic of conversation to brag about to others in countless future scenarios.

Chen Mo's spell model construction was stable and smooth. Although it seemed to contain some inexplicable extra psionic channels, the overall time was still far less than that of these mid-to-low-level apprentices.

In the first act, after just a few seconds of positioning, two slender and refined beams of psionic energy precisely divided the main model into four parts.

In the second act, Chen Mo chose the significantly more difficult six-line task, adding several auxiliary lines, including straight lines and arcs, to the main model, and finally completed the six-line splitting in about three minutes.

If Morton could barely keep up with the previous ones, he couldn't understand Chen Mo's three-line splitting operation at all. In short, after such a dazzling and complicated division, Chen Mo accurately found four points and divided the main model into three.

Even from the most critical perspective, this division still has a slight deviation, but this is a slight difference that only Morton, who has been immersed in spell models for many years, can perceive. To the naked eye, it is already a very standard three-line split.

A deathly silence fell over the scene.

Morton's mouth opened into an unbelievable arc, large enough to fit a giant bird egg from the Tayya Plain.

Meanwhile, the other students in the three groups of Weiguang huddled in various corners of the dormitory, exchanging terrified and bewildered glances.

Or perhaps trembling with fear!

Chen Mo had no idea how incredible his move was.

The truth is, even under his tutelage, this mage Morton, whose rank was not high but whose basic skills were incredibly solid and who was known as the "human magic engraving board," was only proficient in the second-line and fourth-line streams.

Most mages will not practice odd-numbered branching, especially odd-numbered branching above five, because the input and output are seriously disproportionate.

Since a fireball can be easily split into four paths, you can just add another fireball if necessary. Why go through all the trouble of splitting it into five paths? It's not like we're some legendary Five Fireball Cult!
It's like practicing your cooking skills. Others can easily cut a potato into four pieces with two cuts, but you insist on carving out a perfect "Seven Swords Descending from Heaven". The time you spend practicing this is enough for others to learn a dozen more elaborate dishes.

As for using geometric theory to simplify the operation, that's even more of a pipe dream.

In the Starry Continent, education is a privilege reserved for a select few. Even for these fortunate individuals, subjects like arithmetic and geometry are by no means a priority for their studies.

Only mages at the Sunburst level or above, who have reached the threshold for advancement, will invest time and effort in more detailed study and research in order to attempt to construct more complex spell models to advance their rank.

For apprentices and low-level mages? There's no need for that! Just practice more. Even an illiterate person can paint beautiful hollow characters on a wall after hundreds or thousands of repetitions. Practice makes perfect!

This is why Chen Mo mastered the three, four, six, and eight-line splitting operations in just one night of practice, and is still relentlessly "entangled" in the five-line splitting... This is enough to make everyone present, including Instructor Morton, clearly realize a cruel fact:

This guy is on a completely different track from us!

We were running, and although we were a few hundred meters ahead, the guy behind us was riding a horse, and it was a damn winged silver Pegasus.

Morton decisively decided to end the topic.

"I... I can't teach you in this area either, but I don't recommend that you spend too much time on it."

"Being able to manage the four-line distribution is enough. It would be better to focus more on cultivating your own strength, and seize the time to improve your mental and magical power." "Okay! Thank you for your instruction!" Chen Mo humbly accepted the advice and readily followed it.

For the remainder of the day, Morton taught listlessly, and the group members learned inattentively. A languid sense of powerlessness permeated the air.

Our classmate Chen Mo was not anxious about this for a moment and quickly returned to the normal track of cultivation, cultivation, and more cultivation.

The medicine given by Morton had been personally tested by Cato and showed good recovery effects with no obvious toxic side effects. In Cato's words, it just tasted a bit bad, like rotten tree roots mixed with mud!

This minor flaw was no problem at all; Chen Mo had added another important item to his everyday equipment backpack.

Morton's original intention was to help Chen Mo relieve the enormous mental burden brought on by prolonged meditation, reduce stress, and allow him to rest a little longer.

But in Chen Mo's view, rest? What rest!
Originally, I needed five or six hours of intermittent rest each day to ensure my cultivation, but now it only takes three hours. If I use the time saved to rest, then the medicine will be wasted.
Of course, we'll keep grinding!
Add a one-and-a-half-hour meditation session, and use the rest of the time to practice psionic diversion!
After confirming that his four-line splitting technique was proficient and stable enough to avoid any accidents, Chen Mo took a short rest, spent a large sum of money to rent a single skill practice room, and activated the summoning altar again.

The four-line diversion means that the originally cumbersome summoning ritual, which required a one-time, long-term commitment, has been cleverly broken down into four independent, lightweight miniature magical frameworks. This is extremely significant for Chen Mo—he has finally escaped the long, drawn-out wait! Whenever the goods arrive on Blue Star, he only needs to find a quiet corner and can "get them instantly"!
The letter I was going to send home had been written long ago. Before sending it, I read it carefully again, carefully revising the wording and adding a few words that had been nagging at me these past two days.

Next, I checked the items that had already been packed and sent home.

The bottom layer contains the magic badge taken from the Yamato Squad.

Previously, due to a lack of magical knowledge, Chen Mo had a strong sense of awe towards magical items. He dared not take the magical equipment on the little golden retriever, for fear of leaving any tracking marks. He also dared not send other magical items to Blue Star, for fear of bringing any accidents to his family.

It wasn't until he received relatively complete basic knowledge of magic from Morton that he began to try sending these magical items back to his hometown.

Aside from the magical items, the most valuable items among the supplies were several magical materials and potions obtained from Mentor Morton.

Next came a large stack of memory cards—filled with all the environmental data and video footage he had collected on the Starry Continent during this period, along with accompanying daily records and study notes manuscripts densely covered with writing.

Chen Mo was meticulous in his training, recording every single detail of his cultivation insights. This wasn't just out of diligence; more importantly, it was to send these techniques and experiences back to his hometown.

Seeing that there was still a little bit of transmission capacity left, and having been unable to go out to purchase supplies for some time, Chen Mo, adhering to the principle of "not wasting anything," carefully placed some soil and gravel he had gathered from the corner of the training room onto it, finally filling the teleportation space of this diversion-style summoning altar to the brim.

After confirming that the access control to the individual practice room was securely locked, Chen Mo once again entered the long and complex spatial coordinates that carried the trajectory of stars.

hum...

A faint spatial fluctuation flashed by. After the transmission was split, only a quarter of the altar's transmission capacity successfully delivered a new "gift package" weighing approximately 1.8 kilograms from another world to the distant Blue Star.

Hmm, it's not even as much as a single lunar soil collection...

A dense buzzing alarm suddenly sounded once again in the special combat readiness office of the Cihang Engineering Department in Changle Palace.

(End of this chapter)