Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Sky and Sky Realm, Magic City Alaya, Alchemy Secret Association Headquarters.

Life is refined - Laboratory No. 7.

Chief alchemist Overrey Quinn stood up from the experiment table, took off the protective mask covering his face, and pinched his eyebrows tiredly.

To divert the frustration of the experiment failure, he turned to his desk and tried to read a few letters or communiqués to soothe.

"Overrey? Why are you still in the lab? How many days have you been?"

A middle-aged man in a simple alchemy short robe pushed the door straight into the door. Seeing Overrey standing in the room, he immediately raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The two of them have almost the same appearance, both in their forties, with slightly curly short hair, big bags in their eyes and deep dark circles.

"Ed, can you at least knock on the door first?" Overrey glared at his reckless twin brother speechlessly, and turned his head to read the letter.

Ed didn't care about his brother's complaints at all, and walked to the experiment table and sat down, put on the mask that Overrey had just taken off.

"Hiss, the energy of death is obviously so strong... Why..."

"Because there is no life-devouring alchemy item, this energy cannot be attached to it for a long time." Overrey's attention was not on the letter at all.

The two brothers were preparing to gather at the experimental table again and continue to have an in-depth discussion on the failure of this experiment.

A bang bang knock on the door sounded.

"Come in!" No one except Ed dared to enter the chief's office without knocking on the door.

"Chief, you have an email to send a package from the post office in Zhonglou Lane." An apprentice came in with his head down and respectfully placed a small box-style package on the desk.

"Post Office?" Overrey was a little puzzled, why not use the faster griffin to fly and send it.

"Maybe the package is too heavy, and the griffin delivery is too expensive," Ed raised his head and whispered, "Your students are generally not very wealthy."

Overrey is a professor at the Alice Academy of Alchemy and is highly respected by students. Students from other places often send him some gifts or alchemy works he invented.

The chief alchemist shook his head with a wry smile, and was about to ask the apprentice who had not left to take the package to the storage room as it was.

"Wait, take apart and take a look, just change your mood." Ed quickly held the package and quickly opened it.

"Huh? What new thing is this?"

The two of them were surprised and said in surprise. They looked down at the exquisite instruments in the box with brass metallic color.

"Typewriter? Is this typewriter used by civilians?"

"No, there is no such crystal panel on the typewriter." Ed carefully took out the instrument and placed it firmly on the table.

"Look, there is a groove on the side. The shape should be used to place magic stones. This is an alchemy instrument."

"Yes, there are magic inscriptions on the pedestal, but...is this the inscription of the spell messenger? Some of them are similar."

"First use the Philosopher's Stone to activate it and see what this instrument is used for. It's so exquisitely made!" Ed sighed, looking quite fond of it.

Overrey unscrewed the drawer handle, took out a crystal green high-level charging magic stone, and gently stuffed it into the side slot of the typewriter.

With a click, the inscription on the instrument base illuminated immediately.

The original position where the white paper was placed at the typing roller was replaced by a translucent crystal panel and inserted vertically above the roller.

Ed and Overrey stared blankly, and on the crystal panel, tadpoles flowing like mercury slowly appeared, and finally formed several lines of text.

"Hello, when you receive this instrument, it means you have received my invitation."

"This message transmitter, called Magic Brain, allows you to communicate synchronous information and knowledge with other spellcasters who also own it."

"I invite you here to join the Magic Net Spellcaster Forum."

"The first forum exchange meeting will start on time at 9 pm on the 15th of this month. The exchange will be anonymous. You can choose the right code for yourself first."

"Forum founder, administrator Turing."

Ed widened his eyes and whispered in disbelief: "How is it possible? Simultaneous messaging? Multiple people communicate? Did he compress the mainland-level teleportation array into this typewriter?"

Overrey shook his head, "It is impossible. The drawing of the teleportation array requires at least five intermediate or above arcane casters to perform at the same time."

He paused and murmured with anticipation: "Maybe he is a genius alchemist who has improved the teleportation array. Do you think there is a magic matrix of the magic messenger on the base? Although it is not exactly the same. "

Ed muttered, "But the teleportation array is one-way."

He suddenly became excited and held the typewriter and kept urging Overrey. "Disassemble it, remove it, look at the specific structure, look at the internal matrix graphics!"

"Why are you panic? The forum exchange meeting mentioned above will be tomorrow night." Overrey said thoughtfully.

"If it is really useful, maybe our current research can find a breakthrough in the exchange meeting..."

Overrey looked at the last line of text on the crystal board and raised his hand to type his code on the typewriter key.

"The man in the mirror."

Native

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

The Kingdom of the Mage, Daus.

The towering and magnificent mage tower.

A middle-aged man with short crimson hair and a luxurious black and golden mage robe sat at the desk, roaring at the typewriter in front of him in anger.

"I'm sorry, the code you entered has been used."

"Why? Why can't I use the code name of Burning Overlord?" He just cursed twice, and suddenly seemed to remember something. He looked around suspiciously and muttered again.

"Can't the teacher's legendary title be replaced by others? I originally wanted to show off my power on the forum..."

"Forget it, forget it, change it to Flame Overlord." The red-haired middle-aged wizard raised his hand again and used his middle finger to tap the keys alternately.

"I'm sorry, the code you entered has been used." The silver text reappeared on the crystal plate, exactly the same as before.

"Shit instrument!" The red-haired wizard gritted his teeth, raised his fist covered with a layer of burning flames and aimed it at the instrument, wanting to hit it but stopping.

"Son of Flame! I'll call you Son of Flame, okay?"

"Congratulations, the code name application is successful!"

"Shit!"

...

In the laboratory, Harvey looked at the words flashing on the crystal screen, and raised his mouth with satisfaction.

It seems that this batch of anonymously sent "computers" have been delivered to the first batch of trial users on time.

Harvey did not screen the first batch of trial users. Anyway, he looked up the communique of the Federation, and there was a long list of those who had published research results and papers. He just needed to send them one by one and spread the net in batches.

They are not only the data feedback of the magic network transmission experiment, but also his potential customers in the future.

Just wait until tomorrow night, when the first online chat room is opened, and the specific communication data can be monitored in real time.

To be honest, Harvey does not have absolute confidence in the server and the matching "magic brain" device that are currently being developed and assembled.

He plans to invite about ten people to the first chat room members, and some people may be absent or refuse to participate for various reasons.

But judging from the number of codenames "registered" reported by the server, there will be at least six to seven high-level spellcasters participating tomorrow night.

Let's first see how many people it can carry to achieve simultaneous cross-continental message transmission.