Forty-Five Voices of Gods

"What's wrong with me?" A magic apprentice opened his eyes in distress. He found that when he was meditating and feeling the rhythm of magic, he heard the "voice" of God.

It was a terrifying phenomenon that prevented him from concentrating on feeling the breath of magic. He was now full of that voice of God, and it felt as if God was playing some kind of instrument in his ear.

The voice was erratic, sometimes appearing and disappearing without a trace, as if to tease him. He didn't know if it was a blessing from God or a flaw in cultivation.

So he didn't dare to talk to his magic teacher about this kind of thing.

But he knew that the sound was definitely not some kind of sound from nature, but a sound created by intelligent life that violated the laws of nature. It's as if the dolphins are singing, as if... a message of some sort.

He rubbed his hair desperately, feeling that he was about to be driven mad by this sound. He secretly observed the people around him practicing meditation many times, and found that it seemed that only himself could hear the terrifying sound.

As a result, he became even more afraid. Alone and helpless, he even found that his magic practice had been completely delayed. Therefore, he was criticized by his teachers and laughed at by his classmates.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong?" Desperate, he cried out from his heart again, responding to the voices that kept appearing in his mind, the sounds from hell, or from the realm of the gods: "Di... Di Di... "

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"I got it! I got it!" In Ferry City, a trained electromechanical operator held the earphones on his ears with his hands, his eyes widened and he sketched symbols one by one on the paper in surprise.

"Shh!" When everyone around was about to cheer, Laurens interrupted their cheers with a mute gesture in time. This is a cross-generational invention. Once successful, the whole world will be closely connected.

Yes, after Ferry City also built a thermal power plant, Chris finally started his own communication improvement plan. With radio, Ellan Hill's communication will become fast and accurate, and the cost of communication will be reduced exponentially.

Back then, when Chris won the Battle of Ferry City, in order to inform the envoy Streed in the Arrant Empire, it took several days to pass the news through the pigeons and the horses. delivered.

But now, as long as there is a translation reference, Chris can use a few minutes to transmit the order to the distant ferry city or the vast sea. On the other side of Han Hai, they can also use the same short time to pass the problems they encountered back to Seris City.

This is a big leap in the information transmission world, and suddenly Chris's information transmission speed has reached an unprecedented height. This also doubled the area he could control, and also allowed him to directly command the garrisoned army over the commander.

The sound of the radio signal seemed to be beating on the heart of the electromechanical operator, with a pleasant note, which was intoxicating.

"Di... Di Di... Di..." Hearing the clear voice coming from the earphones, the trained mechanic muttered in his mouth, and used a charcoal pen to outline some symbols on the white paper in front of him .

These symbols are composed of dots and long lines, marking this unique set of regular combinations. In fact, Chris has not encrypted his own radio transmission at this time. After all, no one has been able to create the same information dissemination tool in this era.

"One long and two short...represents the word I..." An officer looked at the symbols recorded on the paper and frantically checked the booklet in his hand. He was pleasantly surprised to find that what was in front of him was not some irregular symbols, but sentences with real meaning.

"I have sent a signal... Did you receive it..." The officer translated the sentence, and then looked at Laurens beside him. Laurens excitedly pulled the paper on which the telegram was recorded, with an incredible expression on his face.

He spread out the paper that had been slightly wrinkled from excitement, and read the words on it solemnly as if he was reading for the first time. It was hard for him to believe that this sentence was a minute or tens of seconds ago. , from a place so far away from Serris City.

The door to industrialization is slowly opening in front of his eyes. He has seen the changes of this era. Now, what he wants to witness may be the rise of another era: "I have sent a signal... Have you received it!"

"Hahaha! Did you receive it?" Laurens looked at the officers beside him and ordered loudly, "Answer them immediately! We have received it! Salute to Your Majesty!"

"Di... Di... Di Di..." Next to the other radio telegraph, the mechatronics began to check the words on the communication manual, converting the words into long and short sound combinations one by one and sending them to distant places.

The electromagnetic environment of this era is actually not as good as imagined, because there is magic, and radio waves are actually interfered. However, compared to the era of tight signal frequency bands that Chris is familiar with, the electromagnetic environment here can still be regarded as good.

Therefore, even if the communication distance is not as far as imagined and can cover the entire planet, it can still meet Chris's current communication requirements. His requirements are not high, he just wants to integrate his territory.

At this moment, Chris, Des, Gurlo and others are all standing beside the radio, waiting for the distant signal to come back. They have conducted close-range experiments more than a dozen times, so they have no doubts about the practicality of the machine in front of them.

What they were worried about was that the radio signal would not be able to travel so far to meet the communication distance requirements between Serris and the ferry. But soon, their fears vanished, as a neat set of radio signals passed through the earphones to the ears of the radio operator.

The electromechanical operator, who was holding the earphone with his hand and carefully looking for the signal, suddenly widened his eyes and nodded excitedly to his emperor and many ministers: "I hear it! I hear it!"

Yes, a complete communication was successful like this. From then on, it only took a few seconds to send the message to the ferry port and to the vast sea. Ailan Hill's generator finally showed its excellent efficacy.

"This thing is simply a miracle! My God! It can send news to Alan Hill in an instant!" Standing beside Chris, Des sighed in shock.

As a member of a wealthy family, Des, an aristocrat who has seen countless world affairs, understands the importance of message transmission too well. It can be said that with this communication device, many histories can be rewritten and many decisions can be reconsidered.

As long as the news can be delivered in a timely manner, countless people will immediately go crazy. Even with just this piece of equipment in front of him, Ailan Hill can make gold every day. Even with this kind of equipment in front of you, Alan Hill's army can be assembled twice as fast!

If the Arrant Empire wants to fight, from making a decision to mobilizing the troops, it must first send messengers to the various garrisoned areas where the troops are scattered, and then wait for the troops to gather from all directions. This process may take three months or even more. long time.

Lovely Ranhill doesn't need to be so troublesome anymore. As long as the radio confirms, it only takes a day or even a few hours for the troops to assemble and depart from their own station and go to the direction where they are needed.

Therefore, even if Alan Hill and the Arland Empire are now preparing to attack each other at the same time, Chris's troops will arrive at the battlefield more than ten days in advance, and will directly start to attack the army that Arland has not yet assembled.

Of course, this is only an ideal situation. But the change that radio has brought to the world, or the infinite future that this progressive symbolizes, has truly made the discerning mind ecstatic. The magic of mortals has begun to exert its power, so is the day when mortals defeat gods still far away?

"Send a telegram to Laurens! Tell him I want to eat sea fish! Let him deliver it quickly!" Chris was in a good mood and began to let himself go. Although he is already the emperor of a duchy, he has not yet planned to seal his emotions.

"Di Di Di Di..." The electromechanical operator who sent the telegram tapped the striker in front of him with his hand, sending regular radio waves one after another.

"DiDi! DiDi! DiDi!" The voice of the other side's response came from the other side of the electromechanical operator's earphone. The translated telegram was quickly delivered to Chris, with Laurens' answer written on it: "Your Majesty! The fish has set off and will arrive in Seris soon!"

"Send him another telegram and tell him that there are two butter factories in Hanhai. The butter raw materials there are all from the grasslands, and the taste is quite good. I will send him a few boxes to taste." Chris has already Disregarding the word count of the telegram, the nonsense started.

"Di Di Di, Di Di Di, Di Di, Di..." The electromechanical operator over there worked tirelessly to satisfy His Majesty's willful behavior.

Just when Chris let go of himself, in a practice room in the Holy Demon Empire, the magic apprentice who could always hear the "sacred voice" opened his eyes again in pain. He looked at the few colleagues beside him, and found that none of them were irritable.

He got up from his position with a pale face and stopped meditating. The voice finally fell silent in his mind, as if it had never appeared before.