One-eyed and crooked mouth have planted the last beacon," Blatch said straight to the point as he walked into Sneid's lab.

"Wait a minute," replied the steampunk half-lich.

At the moment, he was using his lens-filled eyes to observe the latest test subject. The half-lich's mechanical fingers are covered with tiny, pointed-toed finger cuffs with hair-thin needle tips. He was tweaking what looked like a mechanical wasp, and when poked with a needle, it fluttered its transparent wings made of gold leaf.

"I'm almost done with my job," Snead was still putting the finishing touches on his fingers, his fingers dancing like they were doing a weird dance to get the needle tip in and out of the device, "This is the 'Relay Construct' made from a blueprint Shay gave me, and with their help, the cross-dimensional portal I'm going to construct can be 'distributed'. ”

After a third of the hourglass, the half-lich had finally finished the job at hand. The mechanical wasp that had just been tuned finally flew off without a hitch, along with hundreds of identical relay constructs, along the door of the lab.

For the average caster, spending three days and nights assembling those constructs would definitely drain their energy. But this level of work intensity is not a burden at all for the half-lich. After doing it, I was still full of energy.

He took out two pencils and laid down a piece of paper a few spells that were about to be used—all new spells that Sneijder himself had invented improvised for this particular moment—and then he dissolved a piece of squid ink, filled the pencil with a metal nib, and dipped it in ink to transcribe a few of the spells he had considered.

Changing a spell to use it for another purpose isn't as simple as changing words and gestures somewhere. The caster must have a very deep understanding of how the spell works, what it reveals, and how it reveals.

If you change a gesture at random, or remove the incense, the result of the spell will usually be lost, and the magic power will dissipate. But in general, there are no serious consequences for failing to cast a spell other than causing frustration to the person who casts the spell. Of course, there are exceptions, and sometimes spells that fail also fail in a very exaggerated form.

This means that the spell produces a result that is not what the spellcaster wants, but the magic is already working, and is even very close to the final desired result, and the magic is trying to fix some hard-to-find error and try to make things happen.

Therefore, the more highly accomplished the arcane master is, the more he will think twice before trying a new spell. Because if those half-hung mages fail, the most they can do is blow up their palms and destroy their brains. And if there is a problem with their spells, then it can destroy a city or a kingdom...... Or worse.

"There should be no problem," he said to Brach, who was waiting. Because the Desert Elf is also a sycamore, he understands how tedious the mage's preparation before casting spells is, so he is not impatient and appears to be very patient.

Snead took the paper in his hand and silently jotted down the modified spell on it. This spell retains the basic framework of the transdimensional portal, but adds a child factor to it that allows it to open an Atlas Gate near the controlled repeater construct. This ensures that the portals of the island worlds do not interfere with each other.

Due to the logistical capabilities of the Scales Chamber of Commerce, Snead's laboratory was built in a relatively barren area, but his storage room was equipped with a very complete set of spell-casting materials, including a whole cabinet of spices and herbs for casting spells, as well as a variety of ground precious gems. The half-lich picks out the amethyst from it and draws the outline of the magic circle on the test table. Then fill it with charged powder crystals, and then use a rune pen that pulls out wires to outline runes one by one.

The spell took shape in his mind, turning into a warm ball of energy. He could feel it condense inside him, the surface of the sphere glowing with colorful ripples. This is the heart of the spell, and the spellcaster usually releases it quickly, allowing it to change reality to the way they want it to be.

However, Snead didn't do that, and he added the attributes he wanted to the core of the spell, allowing it to find the location that was pointed out by the beacon and the repeaters. In response, the buzzing of the orb rose sharply, just waiting for him to release and command. "Open the door," said the half-lich, "open the door to the island world and Ramsay." ”

With a sound that sounded like an eggshell shattering, the core of the spell was released from his body, seeping into the real world and beginning to carry out the caster's orders. There was a surge of air, and Snead stared at the magic circle on the test bench, all the runes glowing. Several repeater constructs sent spell fluctuations one after another, and the Otherworldly Gate was successfully opened.

Several repeaters opened the gate, and on the opposite side was a vast white world, and the cold wind passed through the interdimensional portal, leaving a thick solid blanket of snow in front of the door, which was the gate connecting the recruits of the various polar bear tribes in the island world. Opposite the gates of several repeaters, a dense grove of trees was revealed, and under the dark green evergreens stood an army of camel men in phalanx. There is no doubt that this is the gateway to the other world that connected the original camel empire.

Snead nodded, only to project his attention to the last repeater when the two exhaust pipes behind the steampunk half-lich "spewed" a few clouds of steam, "uh...... It seems like opening the wrong door. ”

Opposite the otherworldly door, salty waters flowed out like a blowout, and an evil pitch black appeared on the immaculate mirror-like portal. Through the control of the spell, Snead "sees" the scene on the other side of the portal: all kinds of creatures, some with animal heads, some eyes with burning fire, and some with the limbs of manta rays, octopuses, or large crustaceans. The grotesque creatures were all chanting in unison, and in the middle of them was a bottom-dwelling demon fish with seven pairs of gills.

It turned out that Snead had accidentally connected to a portal in the depths of the ocean of the island world, the benthic Devilfish Empire. To make up for his mistake, the half-lich raised an arm and chanted a short, clear incantation, and the lightning leaped in vain at his fingertips. This isn't the kind of plastic lightning that ordinary mages unleash, and even the sharpest lightning in a summer storm can't match it.

It was a bolt of lightning from the elemental itself, and it leapt from Sneiard's fingertips, and he burrowed out of his lab, splitting through the cold air, and striking the repeater construct that had opened the wrong door in an instant.

When the magical energy slices through the air, the air itself shatters into the most basic elements. Where lightning passed, the smell of the air became pungent and bitter, and the air flow tumbled to refill the space that had been briefly occupied by lightning. A strong light and metallic sound appeared on the other side of the portal, blowing up the underwater monsters that were still performing their rituals.

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