Chapter 168: Electromagnetic Cannon Spell Concept

The shaman made his way to the depths of the cave and found a rather crude laboratory.

A tall silver‑haired man in a flowing black robe stood with his back to him, fiddling with the magical gems on the lab table.

He ground the magical gems into powder, then carefully arranged a complex pattern on the table; the man placed a metal sphere of five‑centimetre radius in the air directly above the pattern and muttered a strange incantation.

"duracabula"

For some reason the shaman dared not step forward to interrupt, and simply waited patiently in place.

When the incantation ended, the magical gems on the table burst into a mysterious blue flame; the unseen strings of the Magic Net seemed to react, quivered once, and a massive surge of magical energy erupted from the void.

"Buzz— buzz— buzz—"

The floating iron sphere began to tremble uneasily, strands of current leapt across its surface, and soon a dazzling white light flared on the sphere; the intensely compressed current generated such heat that the sphere melted into liquid.

"Damn, another failure!"

Naimi Xisi muttered in annoyance, turned, and looked at the shaman who had been waiting behind him for a long time.

His handsome face and pale skin made the shaman pause; the Nik Sarand had never seen anyone with such snow‑white skin, as they usually possess a dusky or even jet‑black complexion.

"Lord Notuwa?" the shaman called tentatively.

Naimi Xisi gave him a cold glance and said nothing; a 10th‑level shaman, after only a brief encounter, had his entire mind laid bare before Naimi Xisi.

"I was sent by Grand Shaman Kusko; he requested you," the shaman began, but was cut off mercilessly.

"Looking for the culprit who destroyed Tikar?"

The shaman's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly nodded, "Yes, but I encountered a red dragon en route. It may arrive at any moment; we must deal with it first."

Naimi Xisi shook his head, "No need to hurry; you have already found the culprit."

The shaman's expression stiffened, his brows furrowing, "What are you saying? Apart from that red dragon and you, I haven't encountered any other creatures on this route. Could it be that red dragon? But you said it's its master… wait."

Suddenly terrified, the shaman's teeth chattered as he stared at the smiling silver‑haired man before him.

Naimi Xisi tilted his head, intrigued, "Indeed, the one who destroyed Tikar stands right before you."

"However, I must state that I only razed that pyramid and a few obstinate Nik Sarand; I did not touch the majority of people—they came to my domain of their own volition to work for me."

Naimi Xisi extended a finger and said solemnly.

The shaman instantly realized where the thousands of Nik Sarand in the basin had come from—traitors who abandoned Tikar City!

He forced a smile, "In that case I won't trouble you. Rest assured, I understand. When I return, I'll simply claim I can't find the culprit—no, I won't return at all; I've long intended to flee to the Kurtaka Kingdom."

"Shh," Naimi Xisi cut him off, smiling, "Don't worry, nothing will be painful."

Before the shaman could react, a torrent of Mind Power invaded his mind; as a 10th‑level practitioner, the poor shaman could not resist and became a slave to the Mind Gem. "Return and tell the Grand Shaman that the culprit who destroyed Tikar City is the ancient red dragon of Dilon Volcano—Di Luo Na Ou, now lurking there awaiting my Summoning."

Regaining his senses, the shaman apologized to Naimi Xisi, "Sorry, my master, I lost focus just now. Rest assured, I will complete the mission."

The shaman bowed and left the cave, leaving Jia Fei staring dumbfounded, anxiously watching his retreating back before turning toward Naimi Xisi, unable to finish his words.

"What are you doing? If you have nothing to report, get out quickly; don't linger here and affect me," Naimi Xisi snapped, glancing at the flying dragon.

Jia Fei trudged out of the cave, his planned toy now gone, and with the master assigning him a mission he would never get to fulfill.

After the flying dragon left, Naimi Xisi turned back to the solidified iron lump on the table, his brows knit.

During this time he had been trying to create a new Evocation spell.

The initial concept stemmed from the electromagnetic cannon of his past life.

By harnessing powerful electromagnetic energy, it imparts great kinetic force to specially crafted metal projectiles, delivering a physical strike; for beings immune to energy and magic, such a spell, if successful, would be an extremely convenient weapon.

Most Evocation spells kill enemies by inflicting various elemental damages, a method easily countered by energy immunity.

The electromagnetic cannon differs: although its initial power derives from magically generated current, the final damage to the foe relies on the physical impact of the metal projectile.

It is similar to the First Circle Evocation spell "Projectile Art."

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"Projectile Art" uses force‑field magic to grant initial kinetic energy to stones, arrows and the like, then launches them to inflict physical damage.

However, this usage is far from ideal; the principle of force‑field‑based "Projectile Art" is not much different from using telekinesis to hurl objects.

Naimi Xisi's intended spell differs: while the current supplies the metal projectile with immense thrust, the caster can freely adjust the amount of technique points invested to regulate the current's magnitude, thereby controlling the spell's power.

According to his design, the spell's base power would already reach the level of a sixth‑circle single‑target spell, and could scale further as the current and projectile mass increase.

What he hadn't anticipated was that, under the combined influence of the Power Gem and his innate talent, the current amplified twentyfold, instantly melting the metal projectile.

"Tsk, should we use heat‑resistant materials? This is a transcendent world; logically many magical ores should outperform the alloys of my past life."

"But if so, the cost of each casting would increase dramatically."

Naimi Xisi mused that the metal projectile is an indispensable component; should he later upload the spell to the Magic Net, the projectile would remain a required material.

Replacing it with magical ore would make each casting too costly.

Most spells indeed require components; for example, Spider Web Technique needs the Spellcaster to use a clump of real spider silk, and Fireball needs bat guano.

Usually such components are extremely cheap, even negligible, serving mainly as reference objects when novices build a Spell Model, thereby lowering casting difficulty.

But Naimi Xisi's envisioned spell is different; here the metal projectile is essential—without it, what would you strike others with?

Thus he must devise a way to reduce the casting cost.

(End of Chapter)