Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 472 Lin Mo Begins Testing Teleportation Magic

Lin Mo led Fendona inside for a tour, and she curiously tiptoed to peek into the workshop.

The workers on the assembly line were operating the robotic arms in an orderly manner, and the level of intelligence was very high. The machines moved so fast that it made her dizzy.

Upon seeing Lin Mo, factory workers and supervisors all came over to greet him loudly. Lin Mo smiled and nodded, saying:

"Just take a look around, you guys go about your business."

After the visit, the two continued on to the next location.

"That one?" She pointed to another spot, her little nose wrinkling slightly. The smell wafting from there was a bit strange; it wasn't unpleasant, but it was unfamiliar.

"A demon corpse recycling and processing plant," Lin Mo said calmly.

"A portion of rare metal minerals and energy blocks can be extracted from the corpses of demons."

Fendona said admiringly:

"This is amazing. In the past, we would just bury them... You guys really can think of anything, even using demon corpses. It's incredible."

Lin Mo smiled without saying a word.

"What's over there?" Fendona pointed with her slender hand.

Lin Mo looked over and explained:

"We plan to build a commercial district there, selling goods from all the ethnic groups of our Great Xia."

"At that time, people from all races of Terra will be able to come here to shop and buy what they like."

Fendona's eyes lit up.

"Do you have those delicious ice creams? And what about good drinks and stir-fries?"

"Haha, that's called ice cream, there will be plenty, I'll treat you to as much as you want!"

"Really? That's amazing!"

The two strolled along, looking at the surrounding buildings and busy workers, and before they knew it, they arrived at the seaside port.

The wind blows from the sea, carrying the salty smell and the coolness of the waves.

Several warships were moored at their berths, their hulls painted in gray camouflage, appearing both imposing and dignified in the sunlight.

Fendona stood on the shore, the wind whipping her silver hair around. She squinted, staring intently at the massive ships, lost in thought.

"That's...your fleet?"

"Some of them." Lin Mo stood beside her, his gaze fixed on the distant water. "There's still a lot out there."

Fendona didn't say anything.

After a long while, she spoke softly:

"Lin Mo, what do you think... Terra will become in the future?"

Lin Mo turned his head to look at her.

The setting sun bathed her profile in a pale gold hue, and something shone quietly in her emerald green eyes.

He thought for a moment and smiled:

"It will be much better than it is now."

Fendona blinked:

"How much is 'a lot'?"

"It can be as good as you want it to be."

Fendona remained silent for a moment.

Then he lowered his head, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"...That's easier said than done."

That's what she said.

But that smile didn't disappear.

.......

Fendona left; she needed to return and report the results of the negotiations to Her Majesty the Queen.

After finishing dinner, Lin Mo returned to his residence.

After studying for a period of time, he finally reached the sixth rank and began to study the teleportation magic that Kyle had left him.

Tonight is the time to see the results.

Lin Mo had the guards bring the necessary magical materials, and then inscribed a teleportation magic circle in the courtyard, placing a space crystal and an energy crystal inside.

There are also a few rune stones for auxiliary stability.

Then he picked up the staff he had obtained in the trade with the Holy Humans.

The brick floor beneath my feet still carried the warmth of the day, while the night breeze slipped in from outside the courtyard wall, carrying the unique scent of vegetation characteristic of the Terra continent, and was slightly cool.

He crouched down and carefully inscribed a magic circle, stroke by stroke.

Bright moonlight shone down, striking the array patterns and giving them a faint silver glow.

It took me more than an hour to finish the drawing. I wiped the sweat from my brow and let out a long sigh of relief.

He immediately stepped back a few paces, raised his staff, and began chanting a spell.

A deep syllable flowed from his throat, and magic flowed down his arm and fingertips into his staff.

In that instant, the texture of the surrounding air changed.

It's not temperature, but something deeper, as if the originally empty space suddenly gained thickness and elasticity, and could be easily pushed inward by magic.

Lin Mo held his breath and continued to urge it on.

The teleportation portal was torn open—

The irregular, circular crack, with its trembling edges and turbulent flow inside, resembled a pot that was about to explode at any moment.

He channeled some magic into it, attempting to combine it with the magic circle and stabilize it.

hum-

The entire crack trembled violently, the turbulence intensified, and with a deafening roar, it dissipated completely.

"..."

Lin Mo stared at the now-cleaned cave entrance and remained silent for three seconds.

Come again.

The array was re-engraved, and the incantation was recited anew.

This time the opening formed a bit faster, and the edges were barely held together—but the inside was still a complete mess, and no one could get in at all.

Continue trying to combine it with the magic circle and find a way to solidify it.

puff.

They dispersed again.

The third time, the fourth time.

The defeats were so predictable that Lin Mo didn't even bother to change his expression.

He put down his staff, sat down on the steps, and looked up at the night sky.

I started to question the meaning of life.

Am I fucking stupid?

Terra's sky was densely covered with stars, and two moons, one large and one small, hung in the west, illuminating the courtyard in a half-light, half-dark atmosphere.

He just sat there, his mind starting to work.

What's the problem?

The magic provides the channel, which is solidified by the magic circle. The process is correct, and that's how it's written in the book.

He can now make the opening, but he can't solidify it.

Once the input of magic stops, the cave will dissipate.

Trying to maintain both magic transmission and teleportation array operation simultaneously is like trying to embroider with one hand while holding an iron rod with the other—it's impossible.

Lin Mo sat on the steps, frowning, his thoughts racing.

Suddenly, a scene appeared.

In the movie, the sorcerer in the red cloak flicks his wrist, and a golden light draws a door; he goes in and comes out the other way.

Throughout the entire process, where would any magic circle be needed?

and many more!

He suddenly straightened up.

He overcomplicated the matter.

What is the essence of teleportation?

It's about making a hole in space!

In from this end, out from that end.

As for whether the hole needs to be permanently solidified or stabilized for several days to allow thousands of troops to pass through, that is the function of the portal, not a necessary condition for the teleportation itself.

All he wanted was a hole big enough for someone to pass through, hold for a few seconds, step over, let go, and that was it.

Simple, straightforward, and sufficient.

Laziness is the primary driving force behind human technological progress!

Having figured it out, Lin Mo excitedly jumped up from the steps, grabbed his staff, and rushed back to his room.

He flipped open the scroll of teleportation magic on the table, scanning it page by page, skipping over the parts about solidifying the magic circle and maintaining the long-term stability of the passage, focusing only on the most crucial lines.

How do I change the spell for spatial penetration?

He picked up a pen and started drawing circles on the draft paper, disassembling and reassembling the incantation syllables one by one, deleting the fixed instructions and leaving only the parts that could be maintained temporarily.

Then, based on your own understanding of the spell, add a part of it.

The moon outside the window is quietly setting in the west.

The table was piled high with discarded drafts, and the notes were not yet completely dry.

Lin Mo's eyes were bloodshot, but his spirits were becoming increasingly excited.

After correcting the last syllable, he threw down his pen, leaned back in his chair, stared at the ceiling, and couldn't help but smile.

"This time it feels like we've got it!"

Turning his head, he saw the sky outside the window beginning to turn blue. He stood up, picked up his staff, and walked out of the room.