Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0045 The Voice of God
"What's wrong with me?" A magic apprentice opened his eyes in distress. He found that he heard the "voice" of God while meditating and feeling the rhythm of magic.
This was a terrifying phenomenon that prevented him from concentrating on feeling the breath of magic. His mind was now filled with the voice of God, as if God was playing some kind of musical instrument in his ears.
The voice was erratic, appearing and disappearing without a trace, just like teasing him. He didn't know whether it was a blessing from heaven or a flaw in his cultivation.
So he didn't dare to talk to his magic mentor about this matter, and could only silently endure the strange and overwhelming noise.
But he knew that the sound was definitely not a natural sound, but a sound created by intelligent life forms that violated the laws of nature. It was like a dolphin singing, as if... it was conveying some kind of message.
He rubbed his hair in despair, feeling that he was about to be driven crazy by this sound. He secretly observed the people around him practicing meditation many times and found that it seemed that he was the only one who could hear the terrible sound.
This made him even more afraid. Feeling lonely and helpless, he even found that his magic training had been completely slowed down. As a result, he was criticized by his teacher and laughed at by his classmates.
"What on earth is wrong with me? What's wrong?" He cried out in despair once again, responding to the sound that kept appearing in his mind, the sound that came from hell, or from the realm of God: "Ding... Ding... "
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"Got it! Got it!" In the ferry city, a trained mechanic held the earphones on his ears with his hands, stared with eyes wide open, and sketched symbols on the paper one by one in surprise.
"Hush!" When everyone around was about to cheer, Lawrence promptly used a silent gesture to interrupt their cheers. This was an epoch-making invention. Once it succeeded, the whole world would be closely connected.
Yes, after the coal-fired power plant was built in Ferry City, Chris finally started his communication improvement plan. With radio, Ailan 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 Strid, the envoy of the Alante Empire, he had to send the message by both carrier pigeons and on horseback, and it took several days to deliver the message.
But now, as long as he had the translation, Chris could pass the order to the distant Ferry City or the Vast Sea in a few minutes. And Vast Sea could also pass the problems they encountered back to Seris City in the same short time.
This was a huge leap forward in the information transmission industry, allowing Chris's information transmission speed to reach an unprecedented level. This also doubled the area he could control, and allowed him to directly command the garrisoned troops without having to worry about the commander.
The radio signals seemed to be knocking on the mechanic's heart, carrying pleasant notes that were intoxicating.
"Beep... beep... beep..." Hearing the clear sound coming from the headphones, the trained mechanic muttered something and used a charcoal pencil to outline some symbols on the white paper in front of him.
These symbols are made up of dots and long lines, representing a unique regular combination. In fact, Chris had not yet encrypted his radio transmission at this time. After all, no one in this era could create the same information dissemination tool.
"One long and two short... represents the word I..." An officer looked at the symbols written 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 random symbols, but a sentence with real meaning.
"I have sent a signal... did you receive it..." The officer translated the sentence and looked at Lawrence beside him. Lawrence excitedly pulled the paper with the telegram recorded, with an incredible expression on his face.
He spread out the piece of paper that was already slightly wrinkled due to excitement, and read the words on it solemnly as if he was learning to read for the first time. It was hard for him to believe that this sentence was sent from such a distant place as Seris City a minute or tens of seconds ago.
The door to industrialization was slowly opening before his eyes. He had already witnessed the changes of this era. Now, he might be witnessing the rise of another era: "I have sent out a signal... did you receive it?"
"Hahaha! Did you receive it?" Lawrence looked at the officers around him and ordered loudly: "Answer them immediately! We have received it! Salute to His Majesty!"
"Beep...beep...beep..." Next to another radio telegraph machine, the mechanic began to check the words in the communication manual, converting each word into a combination of long and short sounds and sending them to a distant place.
The electromagnetic environment of this era is not as good as imagined. Because of magic, the radio waves are actually interfered. However, compared with the era of tight signal frequency bands that Chris is familiar with, the electromagnetic environment here can still be considered 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 were all standing by the radio, waiting for the signal from afar to be transmitted back. They had conducted close-range experiments more than a dozen times, so they did not doubt the practicality of the machine in front of them.
They were worried that the radio signal could not be transmitted so far and could not meet the communication distance requirements between Seris and the ferry. However, their worries soon vanished because a set of neat radio signals was transmitted to the ears of the radio operator through the headphones.
The electromechanical engineer, who was holding the headset and carefully searching for the signal, suddenly widened his eyes and nodded excitedly to his emperor and many ministers: "I heard it! I heard it!"
Yes, a complete communication was successful. From then on, it only took a few seconds to send the message to the ferry and to the vast sea. The generator of Ailan Hill finally showed its excellent effect.
"This thing is simply a miracle! My God! It can send messages to Ireland Hill instantly!" Standing next to Chris, Des exclaimed in shock.
As a member of a wealthy family, Desel, an aristocrat who had seen countless things in the world, understood the importance of information transmission. It can be said that with this communication device, many histories can be rewritten and many decisions can be reconsidered.
As long as the message can be delivered in time, countless people will immediately go crazy for it. Even if there is only this device in front of him, Ailan Hill can make a fortune every day. Even if there is only this kind of equipment in front of him, Ailan Hill's army assembly speed can be doubled!
If the Alante Empire wants to go to war, from making a decision to mobilizing the troops, it must first send messengers to the various garrison 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 longer.
But Lanhill no longer needs to go through so much trouble. With radio confirmation, it only takes a day or even a few hours for the troops to assemble from their base and head to the direction where they are needed.
Therefore, even if Ailan Hill and the Alante Empire began to prepare to attack each other at the same time, Chris's troops would arrive at the battlefield more than ten days in advance and directly start to attack the Alante army that has not yet completed its assembly with a larger force.
Of course, this is just an ideal situation. However, the changes that radio has brought to the world, or the infinite future that this progress symbolizes, have truly made people of insight ecstatic. Mortal magic has begun to exert its power, so how far will it be for mortals to defeat gods?
"Send a telegram to Lawrence! Tell him I want to eat sea fish! Ask him to send it quickly!" Chris was in a good mood and began to let himself go. Although he was already the emperor of a principality, he had no intention of sealing his emotions.
"Ding ding ding..." The electromechanical operator who sent the telegram struck the firing pin in front of him with his hand, sending out regular radio waves one after another.
"Beep! Beep! Beep!" The other side of the mechanic's headset soon heard the other side's response. The translated message was quickly delivered to Chris, which contained Lawrence's reply: "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 raw materials for the butter there all come from the grassland and the taste is quite good. I will send him a few boxes to try." Chris started talking nonsense, regardless of the number of words in the telegram.
"Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep..." The mechanical and electrical workers over there worked tirelessly to satisfy their majesty's willful behavior.
Just as Chris was letting himself go, in a training room in the Holy Demon Empire, the magic apprentice who could always hear the "divine voice" once again opened his eyes in agony. He looked at several colleagues around him and found that none of them had an irritable expression.
He stood up from his seat with a pale face and stopped meditating. The voice finally died down in his mind, as if it had never appeared.
