Mage? Spell Engineer!

If two brains are crammed into one head, the person involved will definitely feel uncomfortable.

Memories continued to pour in, and Rorschach was taken into an ancient forest. An abandoned child who could not take care of himself was crying loudly, and a pack of wolves were waiting for him to give the signal to start dinner.

Those wolves' eyes glowed with a faint light, and there was a breeze blowing through their fur. They were obviously monsters that were now extinct. Just when the baby's teeth were about to be filled, the eyes of these wolves suddenly changed and they were no longer aggressive.

Be a wise man! The ancient mage had been watching, and it was through his eyes that Rorschach witnessed everything. In his field of vision, the "spiritual power" of the magic wolf's brain was active. What spells did the ancient mage use to control each wolf?

Many demon wolves dispersed and became the baby's guardians. One female wolf stayed behind and fed the baby with her nutrients.

When the baby grew into a child, and then into a teenager, the ancient mage appeared, taught him knowledge and virtue, and restrained him with the belief in good, but he did not teach him magic.

The boy grew into a handsome sword-wielding warrior and was accepted into the human tribe. Women were fascinated by his handsomeness, and men were impressed by his bravery.

They live and farm in small towns near the forest. The water and grass here are rich, but the taxes imposed by the elves are very heavy, and they also need to contribute people to labor or sacrifice to the gods. The young man felt that he could not go on like this, so he persuaded everyone, secretly accumulated strength, and led the young men to practice martial arts together.

But the elves have a powerful priest who must be defeated first, otherwise humans have no chance of winning. The young man chose to seek help from his teacher and father, the great wise man.

"Go! You don't need me anymore, do what you want to do." The ancient mage gave him a shield with mysterious runes drawn on it, and a long sword with exquisite forging technology. , there are countless overlapping steel patterns like feathers but they are integrated.

When gifting it, the wise man said: "This sword can pierce the enemy's [spiritual armor], and this shield can withstand all swords, magic, and even the wrath of gods.

"Bless you, Odolf: you will be able to reach wherever you see, and conquer wherever you go. Use your wisdom and bravery to lead your compatriots out of the sea of ​​suffering."

Snapped! The wise man hit Aldolf hard on the head with his staff: "You are not allowed to use your sword to pierce your shield! You can't even cut it!"

The next memory began to blur and fast forward, and Rorschach's spirit was also very bad. He could only vaguely feel that the perspective of a wise man took him to many places and met many people. He had many fellow mages. Or students, organized a secret society.

Finally, the memory slowed down again, and Rorschach's pressure suddenly eased. The wise man seemed to have returned to his hometown. There was a house in the yellow sand sky, and the sound of a baby crying came from the stables.

The wise man led another mage and an old man who looked like a monk to the stable. The three of them were holding snow-white salt, pure water obtained from melted snow in the mountains, and a precious spice.

It's now! As the speed of memories slowed down, Rorschach felt that the pressure on his head was lessened. He was no longer in an "immersive experience", but had an overlapping experience of the vast desert and the solitary cabin.

What to do? He had suppressed the impurities in his soul when his strength was high, so Rorschach made up his mind to break away from the experience of the ancient mage and pump environmental magic into his body regardless of damage.

Rorschach gradually gained clarity and relief from the pain. Now he was completely free from the erosion of other people's memories. The excessive intake of magic gave him a sense of joy. The relieved young man wiped the sweat from his forehead, and at this moment, his skin once again showed blue light veins caused by excess magic power.

If this was a movie, the experience would be unique. Unfortunately, it was not edited, and there was a lot of garbage time, sometimes clear and sometimes blurry. Rorschach had not yet realized the meaning of the period of history he had experienced. His head was still buzzing, and he just sighed that the old man was Really like children.

Seeing as he has always been a magician, he must be getting old and lonely and wants to bring a baby to relieve his stress.

After complaining, Rorschach realized the next problem - suppressing soul impurities relies on the excessive magic power pumped in by himself, so if he wants to rest, he must leave the state of concentration. If he leaves the current state, he cannot rest.

Let no one sleep! How about asking Bart to maintain the spell for me? I wonder if Andre can help Rorschach. He has no awareness that his mental state is seriously abnormal.

Fortunately, his random thoughts just now inspired him: Bart? Bart's mage tower has a self-charging magic circle

Unable to find enough alchemical potion, Rorschach actually bit his finger. At this time, the blood spurting out from his fingertips was neither bright red nor dark red, but dark blue blood with a metallic luster.

He didn't notice anything unusual, and with the support of excessive magic power, he excitedly began to smear the circuits of the self-charging magic circle.

"The previous design was too stupid. The resistance was too high. There is no need for repeated nesting structures." Rorschach said to himself. He floated up and began to draw the core of the magic circle on the top of the velvet bed, where the magic power will gather. Then inject yourself directly below.

"It's not big enough. The magic power of the entire area must be used by me." Soon, dark blue "bloodstains" were smeared on the walls, curtains, cabinet surfaces, and floors all over the huge room, and the circuits were full of twists and turns. Xia surprisingly completed the extremely complex design without even a pause, "waving his fingers like a god".

The moon has passed halfway through its journey, and the bedroom of the villa is like a dense spell, which is particularly terrifying under the moonlight.

The last outline of the magic circle was completed, and dark red liquid finally oozed from the almost worn fingertips. Just when Rorschach was about to indulge in uncontrollable memory flashbacks again, the twisted magic circle that filled the space was turned on, every circuit lit up, and Rorschach's bed at the center of the magic circle was washed away by high-concentration magic power.

Judging from the scale of the entire town, the boy spent half the night miraculously creating a magic power point, changing the distribution of magic power in the entire city's environment.

"Finally, I can sleep." Rorschach, who was on the verge of collapse, threw his head back on the bed and fell into sleep.

His dream was very messy, still containing the wise man's memory, but everything was no longer out of control, but fragmented.

"Did someone hit me in the middle of the night?" Luo Xia woke up confused. Before he opened his eyes, he only felt pain wherever he moved his body.

Then when he thought he was opening his eyes to a beautiful day, he was frightened by his night self: "I*!"

Everywhere he looked were burned magic circuits. When the magic circle had been running for long enough and his "blood" was almost exhausted, a huge amount of magic began to be lost among the circuits, so the walls, wooden boards, and cloth There are traces of corrosion on all surfaces.

There were also clusters of colorful crystals on his bed. When Rorschach woke up and made a noise, they immediately disintegrated into pure magic power.

Who wants to harm me? Is this a sacrificial ceremony? Rorschach found himself lying directly under the core of the magic circle. When he was fully awake, he regained some understanding of last night's situation. He could interpret the entire magic circle, which also showed that he had done it.

".Self-charging magic circle? This is already a magic gathering array. Copy it. Copy it." He marveled at last night's creativity: "Could it be that absorbing excess magic power can stimulate brain cells? I wonder if there is any relevant research. "

Rorschach looked around at his "outstanding masterpiece" and decided to keep it. After all, he would have to sleep in the future. However, this is by no means a long-term solution, and a method of "soul rejection" must be found.

A little distressed, he hesitated, tried to pump some magic power into himself, and then quickly stopped the operation.

"This is a forced treatment method. It must be restrained. It must be restrained."