Grand Duke Grylls, Lord Frank of Parma City, and Captain Aguero of the Inner Courtyard, the three of them are sitting in the Douqi shield. Compared with the palace, Nightingale Prairie is more suitable for discussing secrets.
The little bug didn't know when it turned back into its true form. It was lying outside the Dou Qi shield like a giant python, with pungent and unpleasant corrosive liquid constantly flowing out of its mouth.
After Frank looked around again and again, he slowly opened his mouth and revealed the biggest secret of Parma City, or the entire Principality of Cisse.
Everyone knows that the Principality of Sisai is known as the "cradle of magicians". Looking at the entire world, it only ranks behind the elves and dragons.
As the High Court, the main city of the principality, the Twin Star Towers standing within it are the lifelong goals of many magicians. It is said that every magician who comes out of it is a high-level powerhouse.
However, the Twin Towers are just something on the surface. Although they represent the absolute peak strength, they still have not broken away from inheritance and dogma.
Therefore, thirty years ago, Grand Duke Grylls chose the city of Parma and quietly ordered people to build a manor there. He also called it his second palace.
And only a few people know that it is basically a magic laboratory, a hell on earth without any humanity or mercy.
As the city lord, Frank, on the surface, is the leader who controls Parma City, but his most important task is to ensure the safety of the manor.
That's why his worm contract beast disappears all day long. The worm often hides in the sewer ditch outside the manor, killing anyone who tries to peek.
The guards outside the manor are very lax. Rather than being called guards, it is more appropriate to call them decorations. But this is just an illusion, a little trick to confuse spies.
The marble fountain that had been dry for unknown years was in dilapidated condition, and the originally lush and gorgeous flower beds were covered with dust. The closed door seemed to have never been opened, and the thick black curtains blocked all light.
The cracked wall is just its shell, and the solid steel plate inside is its flesh. As for the third layer of magic defense shield, it has been turned on for more than ten years.
"Where is this? Please let me go. I'm just a high-level wandering mage, not a spy."
"Damn it! Why wasn't this test subject's tongue cut off? Someone will take care of it!"
"Stir clockwise and add a bottle of brown lizard blood every half hour. Do you remember?"
"Report! Experimental subjects No. 3, 7, and 16 have lost their vital characteristics, and two of them have become half-orcs."
The constant noise echoed in the manor, and each stone room was like an independent but inseparable market area. But in the deepest room, the three magisters were silent.
I saw a person slowly walking towards the experimental subject. Because his tongue had been removed long ago, he could only stare and make a sound like a beast whimpering.
More than thirty goblin syringes were inserted into his body at the same time, including his temples, back of neck, armpits, heart, lungs, and lower abdomen. At this time, his lower body was placed in a glass container.
An indescribable smell wafted through the room. The glass container at this time was mixed with magic crystal powder and secret medicine from the dark elves.
The subject's expression gradually slowed down. Although he knew that these liquids were definitely not a good thing, the pleasure that penetrated his skin made him very comfortable.
But he didn't see what he was mixing behind his back. The magic flask was boiling and boiling, based on the animal oil refined by the contracted beast, supplemented by mercury and some insect fragments that had not yet been identified.
Finally, add the concentrated viscera of a certain neurological mage, the seawater from the Charybdis vortex, and the blood of the troll witch doctor.
A few minutes later, this liquid was injected into the body of the experimental subject through the goblin syringe. The unlucky guy also changed from the initial panic to a dull expression, and finally twisted his body like a beast.
Seeing this happening, the magician who had always been sitting in the corner stood up and walked to the subject. After injecting a sedative into the subject, he took out several knives and a sharp drill from the storage bag. p>
Cutting through the brain, drilling through the skull, the magical fluorescence wrapped the knife and penetrated it. Half an hour passed by, and there was a small piece of tofu-like thing on the silver plate.
Finally, the three men pulled out all the goblin syringes and threw the unconscious man into the iron cage. The room was dark again, and there were heavy guards outside the closed door.
That night, the man opened his eyes, but now he has had all his memories erased. There is no magic power in his body now, and it is replaced by a beast-like aura.
Raising his arms, the man broke free from the shackles as if he had crushed a fly, and then forcefully broke the iron cage. The three people who came after hearing the news were not surprised at all, but were full of surprises.
After a burst of rapid chanting of mantras, the man who was gradually becoming more and more violent instantly stopped and lay on the ground like a pet.
Test, test, test again. More than half a month later, cheers erupted in the manor, and even some magicians were crying with joy.
Years of experiments finally succeeded, countless lives became worthy of death at this moment, and thousands of magic crystals seemed worth every penny.
The city lord Frank, who was standing in the corner, rarely put away his usual fun and frivolity. He flew the owl to the High Court and expressed his intention to go there in person.
The skin-dwelling magic pattern is something that can infinitely stimulate the physical strength. It will cover about 0.8 square meters of the skin of the host body, looking like a tattoo.
But this is only the result of the first phase of the experiment. Because the skin-dwelling magic pattern can only transform the magician, and will bring continuous pain to the host, making it worse than death.
Therefore, in order to prevent rebellion and self-destruction, the researchers had no choice but to deprive the test subjects of all their memories and transform them into beast-like existences.
They are not contracted beasts, but they will be loyal to their masters, or to the person who holds the spells, just like contracted beasts. These spells can be changed at the end of the completion stage, thus eliminating the danger of losing command authority.<
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After continuous testing, these monsters with skin-dwelling magic patterns are at the lowest level of mid-level warriors, and the highest are comparable to swordsmen.
Although they do not have any fighting spirit in their bodies, they are not afraid of death. In large-scale wars, this kind of people are the favorite soldiers of officers.
"The finished product is linked to the magic level of the experimental subject. This price is a bit too expensive." Grand Duke Grylls looked at the sky and said softly.
"We are continuing to work hard and hope to overcome this problem as soon as possible." Frank smiled bitterly, knowing that this kind of semi-finished product is indeed a bit useless.
"The direction is right. You have worked hard enough, but you can still go further. Just say what you need. This is our future in Cisse."
Grand Duke Grylls looked at the monsters rushing towards Aguero, his expression always uncertain.
The huge sound of collision echoed in the Nightingale Grassland, and there was no gap in the crazy attack. The skin-dwelling magic pattern danced in the air, creating afterimages. Although it was full of power, it never broke through Aguero's body-protecting fighting spirit.