Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 619 Aurora, Polar Region

With Snow's order, the observation agency on Kepler truthfully recorded a large amount of outrageous data.

After analyzing the links of the Tree of Truth and the unremitting iteration of researchers on the ground, the current visualization system has taken a big step forward. Now they can not only identify which links are activated, but also display different colors according to the activity. The result is that the output tree-like link clusters are constantly flashing, as if dancing.

"What's going on?" It happened to be Deputy Station Chief Cavendish who was on duty today. He had originally planned to spend a leisurely day stargazing, but he didn't expect to encounter such a big event while on duty. He hurriedly ran from the station chief's duty room to the observation hall.

Snow raised an eyebrow, "It's not confidential, but I think we should talk about it later, when everything calms down."

"Will it be calm?" Cavendish felt that both the core crystal ball and the countless Nixie tubes were going crazy. All the movable parts visible to the naked eye were running at the fastest speed since they were manufactured, and the paper tape was gushing out like the vomit of the machine. He gritted his teeth and said to Snow, "Damn it, tell me quickly. I'm the deputy station chief and on duty today, which means I will bear all the responsibility if anything goes wrong."

"Okay. Someone is performing super-class magic."

"Super-class?" Cavendish smacked his lips and quickly raised his voice in the hall before repeating: "Super-class magic!"

"I was right, and you heard it right." Snow took the front-page report. He now had a preliminary understanding of the activated link. For the observatory, it was the first time to receive node signals from the tenth and thirteenth rings.

"Who started it? Is there any more news from the ground? Is it an enemy or a friend? A wizard or a charlatan? Or a real god?"

"What should I say?" Snow touched his chin with a wicked smile. He forgot to bring a razor to the Star Realm, so his stubble was a little prickly. "In terms of age, he is your senior brother. In terms of the number of years he has been in the Magic Tower, he is your junior brother."

"Rorschach. Master." Cavendish still felt that the suffix was a little awkward: "Ah, that's not strange. That's right."

"No, that's not right." Snow suddenly stopped smiling, his expression and tone were quite similar to Poincare's: "According to the records of Master Kano witnessing the activation of the super-level necromancy spell, there wouldn't be so many super-nine-ring nodes activated."

"Perhaps different magics cause different phenomena on the Tree of Truth?"

"No, no, no, the span between the nodes is too large. This is one string, representing a spell, and these are another string, which means..." Snow hesitated and pinched the report, and a terrible inspiration came through: "Not only one! There is also a super-level magic that has been activated! Report to the guild quickly! Report to the Senate!"

Rorschach's actions have been informed to other spellcasters by Humboldt. This is public and known. There is also a miracle of the same level or even higher level that is about to come to the world, almost at the same time as Rorschach's spellcasting.
Was this intentional? Now Snow began to wonder what Cavendish had asked at the beginning: Was the initiator an enemy or a friend? Was he a human or a god?

Several mages stood sparsely on the snowy plain, surrounding today's "executor". The person in the center of the circle was the youngest, but he was the core of several spellcasters and the center of magic power in the entire area.

Rorschach was ready. He was both in reality and at the border, like a window connecting the mysterious space and the material world.

He deliberately chose to cast the spell in a deserted place and refused to receive help from onlookers. It was not because Rorschach was arrogant, but objectively speaking, no one could help him at this moment, unless the ancient sage was resurrected in his complete form.

That's what Rorschach thought.

A gorgeous and pure blue light shone from under the skin, outlining a magic circuit. This circuit looked like a biological structure when viewed up close, similar to blood vessels and other veins. From a distance, these veins could be felt as if they were inscriptions carved by alchemists, which could reveal countless information. The body of the caster gradually faded away, while these veins gradually solidified and connected with the magic knots woven by the distant organization.

Next to the seven weavers that arrived at the predetermined positions were several tons of transmutation dust, which were compacted and loaded into alchemy tanks. If the energy contained in them was released in the form of an explosion at once, they would form seven "auspicious clouds" that could be seen with the naked eye at the Kepler Observatory.

The machines have been started. The magic strings they produce are concentrated to a certain degree due to polarization and convergence. Part of them are converted into other energy overflows, causing the electrons of air molecules to transition, and emitting the same beautiful blue light as Rorschach's body.

These light paths formed patterns that could expand or shrink, and the staff next to the machine saw them constantly changing. They discovered that the transmutation dust was evaporating rapidly, releasing energy at a rate far exceeding the original design power of the weaver.

"It's not going to explode, is it?" The technicians beside the seven machines trembled at the same time. They knew very well that if anything went wrong, they wouldn't have to run or hide.

Fortunately, their worries were unnecessary. Even the machines showed changes similar to Rorschach's body. The energy they drove and restrained gradually diffused into a mass, while the physical parts of the mechanism seemed to be refined. Their shapes did not change at all, but phenomena of incandescence and liquefied metal could be seen.

However, they still functioned well, and the overclocking did not turn them into ashes, but sublimated their form. When the connection with Rorschach was completely completed, the thickest magic string soared into the sky, changing from blue to golden purple, spreading to the sky and then dispersing, like a tree trunk and crown.

The entire North can enjoy the aurora, which ranges from green to blue-purple. The northern residents who are struggling to survive in the howling cold wind look up with confused and worried expressions.

They didn't understand what was happening and just hoped things would return to normal as soon as possible.

Rorschach's will seemed to cover the vast land in the north of the Firoren continent, covering the narrow, barren frozen land in the northern part of the empire. With the main body and the seven terminals as the center, he could not only feel the roar of the wind and snow, but also experience how the magic power flowed and distributed.

The gods are no different. This thought occurred to him, or it was difficult not to have such a thought.

Because next he will shape this land according to his own ideas. He said there should be no wind, and the wind will stop; he said there should be no ice and snow, and there will only be flowing water and white clouds; he said there should be light and heat, and there will be no darkness and cold.
Rorschach cleared his mind of distractions and began to concentrate on rearranging the reality that was in his control.

Under the aurora, magic power began to become thin, and was either concentrated and condensed, or transformed into light and heat energy and fed back to the earth.

But
The temperature couldn't go up! Rorschach felt that the more heat he converted, the more it would be offset by the cold air from the north. Not only that, but another force in the symbolic realm began to interfere with his shaping of reality.

A magnificent voice suddenly rang in the minds of the other mages who were admiring the aurora, but the voice was hesitant: "Did the elders who went north send back any news? What happened in the polar region?"

He decided to send a force north to investigate. Just as he was about to mobilize, a voice suddenly rang in his mind, and it was very familiar:

"Don't use your precious strength to explore rashly. The situation in the far north is very dangerous."

(End of this chapter)