Star Master

"I am Cedar Rackamond, of course they use my name!" The eccentric mage replied proudly.

Only when he said this, that strange young man looked like a mage. While they were talking, they were coming and going, and all kinds of spells were flying around, and all the visual effects seemed to be Ludwig. Xi's spells, and this young man's spells are mostly silent, but extremely weird.After he cast the spell, the entire space seemed to have turned into an abstract painting, full of bizarre and distorted images, which would admire even the most powerful contemporary art masters.

"Lachamond?" Ludwig snorted and said in surprise, "The legendary mage of the space department, are you that Lachamond?"

Cedar Lacamund showed a surprised smile: "Why, I'm still famous?"

"The legendary archmage of the White Tower, the pinnacle of space magic, the 'lamp burner in the dark'." Ludwig said in a chant-like tone, "What's wrong with you, pretending to be a famous figure in history, you are not afraid of being criticized by history buffs." One person, one fireball smashed into slag?"

"Impersonating? I am me, where is the impersonation?"

When he said this, for the first time, there was an unconcealable sharp edge between his brows. He was proud and arrogant, just like every sorcerer.

Boom—the black magic and the space magic clashed, and the two phases disappeared, leaving only the turbulent flow of magic power floating around. The corners of Ludwig's robe were torn apart by the aftermath of the energy, like fallen black petals.

Ludwig suddenly drifted away, and an absolute guard opened up. He stopped and looked at the appearance of this weird mage seriously.

"White Tower Mage Cedar Rachamond, who was active 2000 years ago, was a legendary mage who made outstanding contributions to the inheritance of magic in the dark years. Later generations commented that he "lighted up the inheritance of magic with his soul." Huo', you, you seem to be quite similar to the old photos in the history books, but—" Luther maintained his voice, his expression full of suspicion.

"I hate the White Tower." Cedar Lachamond said flatly.

From his tone alone, there didn't seem to be much negative emotion, but Ludwig nodded—it showed that this hatred of the White Tower had already been integrated into the soul, and became as common as breathing.

"Indeed, the history books record that Cedar Rackamond was lonely and weird in his later years, and in the end it was so serious that anyone who dared to mention the word White Tower in front of him, even his most beloved apprentice, might be thrown into the strange place by him. Space." Ludwig said, "It's kind of like that."

"How can the history books write about me?" The weird space mage also stopped, and the surrounding magic was messed up by them, and it took a long time to calm down slowly.He seemed a little curious, and tilted his head, waiting for Ludwig's answer.

Ludwig slowly put his hands together in his sleeves. All the orthodox mages thought this posture was very dignified, probably like a mecha warrior standing in a military posture.

His eyes were full of scrutiny, and the silver brilliance of mental power could not completely cover up his complex emotions.

The development process of many civilizations is similar. The rise of emerging technologies is bound to have an impact on ancient traditions. In the interstellar era, new mecha technology and warp speed navigation technology have made the "Sun God Religion" that humans originally believed in and the aliens with high status. Those who can awaken have become a fringe force, and now there are basically no people who believe in the Sun God Sect, and there are still more Koi forwarded by Xinxing.com.And in the Magic Continent, even though they have found a balance point now, at the beginning of development, the confrontation between new technology and old tradition is far stronger than that encountered in the star world.

The White Tower, the correct official name is "New Century Science Re-education Center". It sounds like the kind of educational institution that uses scientific knowledge to save troubled teenagers, but in fact it only has a nice name, and it is really a dark place. The land is the frontier of the extermination movement and witch hunts.

The initial rebels called it the "Pale Fortress" because all the buildings were pure white buildings with no decorations and simply painted a layer of walls. Everything was cold, monotonous and terrifying.

It was used to detain young mage apprentices.The mechanical frenzy at that time was not a spontaneous act of the people. The dominant force was actually many technological powers, so they were able to take over the magic academy and control the immature mage apprentices in their own hands, allowing them to continue learning magic. And brainwash them into weapons of the technological government in the future, fighting against those free mages.

Since there are also real mages living here, the name here gradually changed to "Pure White Mage Tower", and later simplified to "White Tower" - but this name is actually out of respect.

"The Master of the White Tower has been constrained by neuron chips implanted in the body, nano-robots, or explosive neck rings worn outside the body since he was a child. In a fight between mages, those with low strength will voluntarily die in order to minimize the damage, but they will hand over what they have learned all their lives to the winner, and the other party will be responsible for passing it on. Cedar Lakamond is the most famous white Tower mage. With the progress of the extermination movement, although the archmage is powerful, the drones, automatic model hunters and other equipment of the mechanical fanatics have exhausted the legendary mages little by little, and they have fallen one after another. For a period of time, the young mages were exhausted and unable to learn spell knowledge seriously, and no legends were born among them, until the White Tower mage Cedar Rackamund quietly advanced to legends in this despair, and then brought the white tower one day. The tower mages rose up and dealt a fatal blow to the mechanical fanatics from the rear of their camp."

"That's right." Xida nodded slowly, "It seems that in your era, history education was pretty good."

Ludwig raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "What we have done well is not just history education."

"In order to survive, I killed many free mages." Xida slowly recalled, "So the White Tower kept a lot of magic books, notes of the mages who died in battle, and cherished magic plants... The resisters at that time had been killed. I was forced to go underground and hid in the underground bunker, unable to confront the mechanical army head-on. If the White Tower did not rise up at that time, the mechanical army would march forward triumphantly and take down all the bunkers."

"That's right," Ludwig said, "that's how it's written in the history books. I've already memorized the basic education, and the wording sounds very official: Cedar Rachamond broke the White Tower's imprisonment on the White Tower mages, and a large number of With precious knowledge, the mage joined the resistance army in the underground bunker, opened the prelude to a full-scale counterattack, and laid the foundation for the later magic and technology to fight against each other, slowly reconcile, and finally develop a new magic technology, so he can almost be called The guide of the new era..."

After he finished speaking, he paused, looked at Sida with a strange expression, and then suddenly laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

Ludwig: "I suddenly remembered a hot search on StarNet - 'Does Marshal Hayden fart?' Hayden not only farts, but also has a very fragile stomach. After eating sashimi, he will always have diarrhea, making the toilet particularly smelly. !"

Judging from the expression of Cedar Rackamund, he obviously didn't understand what the scandal of Marshal Hayden had to do with the current situation.

So Ludwig explained: "People always like to beautify an idol. Hayden is still alive and well, but because of his outstanding military achievements, fans think that he is the perfect idol who doesn't burp, fart, or go to the toilet. ...The dark days are such a dark time, it has passed more than 2000 years, and now mages and scientists usually only fight when fighting for the opportunity to publish papers... But it was different back then, the amazing and brilliant legendary archmage of the White Tower , the magister who lit the fire of inheritance, future generations will naturally imagine him to be extremely tall and stalwart, even if many historical materials prove that you were keen on cruel human experiments in your later years, and you loved to kill apprentices, you will be automatically whitewashed as—" He experienced such a cruel war when he was young, and he was psychologically traumatized, who made those apprentices mention the White Tower in front of him!'”

He laughed flamboyantly: "Sida Rackamond, you have turned yourself into a half-dead, octopus-clawed monster, a mental body that can't even eat, you have completely embarrassed the mage, what the hell is this? Let’s just say that you can’t be biased. If you don’t bias your subjects and learn something other than space magic, maybe you can transform yourself into a lich? My teacher has a great lich in the physics department. Lecture, you said that if you turned yourself into a law-based lich, the deans of the various colleges would start a century-old mage war in order to grab your time. As a result, you are now... Hahahahahaha! You are now selling grilled octopus Is it the stall owner?"

"What do you know, superficial junior!" Sida was annoyed by this, and his human figure fluctuated a little, like water in a bottle shaking, not violently, but Ludwig could see it clearly.

He roared: "I have made great achievements. Without me, most of the magic inheritance will disappear! More than half of the ancient spells are no longer known! So I should naturally live forever, immortal! Become a lich? You think I am not Know that spell? But a lich is just a low-level dead thing, a lifeless body, a slowly decaying wreck, lingering in the cracks of time, but now I am another brand new, perfect, and time-existing creature Great existence! I have immortal life, and endless time!"

Ludwig replied indifferently: "Arrogance. Only the second cancer of the middle school can claim to be great. You have made great achievements? You just survived to the end by luck. The unknown mages who sacrificed their lives, aren’t they great? They just had a little less luck than you, and they didn’t survive to be praised by people! That war wasn’t led by one person to victory, and any war didn’t rely on someone personal."

Hayden said that his glorious record of killing the secondary mistress nineteen times seems to be his personal record, but in fact, it is a collective feat created by the Black Moon Knights who have been following him behind him and escorting him , but it just so happened that Hayden led the team to rush to the forefront, and the shell that killed the mistress happened to be fired by him.

He also told Ludwig more than once that no matter how good a commander is, he cannot win a war by himself, and no matter how powerful an individual is, facing the battle of civilization against civilization level, he is just an insignificant stardust.As a dark knight, Hayden still retains the virtue of being a paladin-humility.

In the universe, no one is immortal.

"I originally invited you here because I wanted you to join me." Xida snorted, "It seems that your superficiality makes you destined to remain at the level of a mortal forever."

"No wonder you took in that speaker." Ludwig shook his head regretfully, "You two have the same interests. But unfortunately, your aesthetics are terrible, it's worse than the aesthetics of warlocks, that fireball warlock Chasing Xia Zuo wholeheartedly, even though he is a scumbag and brain-dead, at least his aesthetics are correct. And you, an octopus wholesaler, gave up the dignity of a mage yourself, so don't blame others for treating you as feed!"

The author has something to say: Lulu: You are not as good as a warlock, die!

Fireball: He is praising me in a low-key way, right?