At the same time, in Seris City, the capital of the Eilanhir Empire, William, the dean of the Magic Research Institute, was anxiously checking every step of the experiment with his former teacher Frunzberg.
"It seems that the problem lies in the fact that the mental strength of mortals is not enough to support the strength of this magic." Frunzberg put down a data report in his hand and raised his head to look at William.
He spoke helplessly, using his mechanical voice without a trace of emotion: "Once the magic starts, the mortal's mental power has actually been severely damaged."
"But if we reduce the intensity, then the step of extracting people's mental power will not be able to achieve the expected peeling effect." William rubbed the bridge of his nose. He had not slept well in the past few days and had been busy with this project.
matter.
His Majesty the Emperor has entrusted them with important tasks. Master Gurlo is also a respectable old man. William wants to do something for him. Moreover, the current magicians also need good news to reverse their image with His Majesty the Emperor.
Many factors combined, so that William did not dare to neglect at all. He has been insisting on in vivo experiments these days in order to shorten the experimental time and complete this experiment as soon as possible that can change the course of human history.
Unfortunately, he still couldn't complete the experiment. As time passed by, Chris became a little impatient.
After all, it was agreed at the beginning that William would only be given three days. But now, William has spent almost two months.
Gurlo's body over there is completely in ruins, and he has been using nutrient solutions and breathing assistance machines to survive.
To be honest, if these machines were stopped, Gurlo might die in a few minutes. His ability to survive to this day is simply a medical miracle built with countless money.
This is the benefit of wealth. Every breath Gurlo takes now is extremely expensive. In order to keep him in a "vegetative" state, thousands of gold coins are spent every minute.
But these were nothing to His Majesty the Emperor of the Airanhir Empire, so the gold coins were spent like running water, just to wait for the day when a miracle would happen.
And William, as well as Frunzberg, were the ones who created miracles.
"This is the difficulty I'm talking about... How many alternative plans have not been used?" Frunzberg casually grabbed another report and read it carefully.
He now really admires the completeness of the scientific system of the Elanthir Empire. These detailed records, from format to content, are much more advanced than the research records he did before.
The data is very rigorous, and all the scientific basis in it has the source indicated, and it is extremely detailed.
What's even more frightening is that these data are so rigorous that they are even accurate to the millisecond. How many milliliters of each liquid was taken, the inferred function, and the time of addition. It seems that you can see the experimental conditions at that time just by looking at it once.
"It's really well written." He praised, then pointed to a piece of data and said, "This place can be improved... The report just mentioned that the body of the experimental subject is melting. This intensity
Under the magic, the mortal body will definitely not be able to bear it."
"Soaked in protective fluid?" William heard the sound and knew the elegant meaning. He immediately thought of a way and asked.
"Yes, you can... or making a protective cabin... is also a way. In short, if the protection time is longer and the speed of the body's destruction is slowed down, maybe the mental power will be retained more comprehensively." Fu Fu.
Renzberg thought for a while and said.
"If we could have thought of this problem earlier, then maybe... this experiment would have been successful." William sighed unwillingly.
"We didn't put forward the hypothesis of increasing the fusion of magic vibration and improving the efficiency of extracting spiritual power before, right..." Frunzberg comforted him, and then continued: "We have been conducting experiments for several years.
It was arranged to be completed within a few days... This speed is already very good."
"It's a pity that what His Majesty wants is not 'good', but success." William put down the document in his hand, looked at Frentzberg and said: "Teacher, we must complete the work in these two days.
This experiment has to be completed..."
"I want to complete it too." Frunzberg said, and then brought the topic back to the experiment: "We need to increase the fusion frequency by another 3 seconds to 5 seconds."
"Wouldn't the fragile mortal mental power be more seriously damaged?" William asked with some confusion.
Frentzberg explained: "Shortening time is also a way to reduce losses. If we can't make a fuss about magic intensity, then shortening time is obviously another way."
"This is indeed a way...but no matter what we say here, it is just a hypothesis." When William said this, he felt a little frustrated.
He was unable to complete the tasks assigned to him by Chris on time and was about to collapse. He rarely slept these days and was overdrawing his magic energy every day to barely maintain the operation of his body.
"Yes, it's just a hypothesis! We have no relevant experimental basis and no prerequisite information...we can only do everything by ourselves...but, William...William! Is there anything more meaningful than this?"
Frunzberg seemed to be smiling, you could hear it in his voice.
His voice control system has been improved several times, and his emotions can now be heard.
Compared with that dry, emotionless mechanical voice, Frentzberg's current voice can already express his thoughts and feelings correctly.
He spread out his arms that were engraved with runes and looked a little different, and said proudly: "This is our field. We have devoted all our efforts to this, and the fruits we have produced... are also completely
Our names will be branded! We will be the cornerstone of human progress, isn’t that enough?”
As a technical expert, he has the arrogance to give up to others. It is precisely because of this obsession with technology that he betrayed Alan Hill and ended up where he is today.
Now, he is still obsessed with technology. The moment he picked up these materials, he felt that he had gained life again and became the strong man in control of everything.
Although he is still just a "paralyzed" puppet without the ability to act on his own, although he is still just an unforgiven sinner.
But this does not mean that he is weak. He is still a powerful magician. In his field, especially the field of knowledge, he is still very strong, a bit too strong.
"Find 10 serious criminals and quickly test this conjecture! In the process, continue to find high-quality experimental subjects..." Frunzberg stared at William and said word by word.
"We have no time to waste! So everything must be done simultaneously! If we fail again this time, we can only use plan Z2... Then it is not a matter of one person and two people dying." He said solemnly.
William knew what Project Z2 was about, which was a horrific experiment that was going to use 100 death row prisoners to directly test the success rate of the experiment.
It can also be seen from here that the rise of the Eilanhir Empire was not long ago, and the barbarism and ruthlessness of the original empire are still everywhere.
No growth is perfect, nor does it happen overnight. Even if there is a golden finger to improve the world's technology, it cannot immediately improve the world's concepts.
The Eilanhir Empire is not a glamorous and benevolent country. On the contrary, it is an empire covered in the blood of its enemies, brutal and ruthless, and its dark corners are filled with the corpses of innocents and enemies.
"I hope it's not too late!" William knew that every day he delayed now would increase his risk.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, maybe even an hour later, there may be news that Mr. Gurlo has passed away.
If he cannot complete the experiment before the news arrives, then his guarantee to the emperor will become a joke, or even more terrifying, it will become evidence of deceiving the emperor.
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"Me! I want to sign up! I want to sign up!" In the hard and cold iron railings, arms stretched out one after another, frantically trying to pull at the officers passing by.
The owner of these arms pressed his face against the railing of the cell, so crowded that it was distorted: "Please! Please! I don't want to die! Let me go!"
"I have a daughter! An illegitimate daughter! If you give me a chance to live, I will give her to you! Really! Really! Give her to you!" Another prisoner shouted hysterically.
No one who can be imprisoned here is innocent. Most of them are rebels who colluded with the spies of the Norma Empire. Some are rich and powerful businessmen in the region, and some are simply consuls or higher.
of imperial officials.
With the collapse of the Noma Empire, the entire Noma Empire's spy network was uprooted more cleanly and thoroughly.
Because the Norma Empire no longer exists, the Elanshir Empire has lost interest in tracking down these rootless duckweeds. Moreover, these peripheral personnel are mostly used to cover the main spy operations, and they don't know much useful information at all.
Therefore, these prisoners who had been detained for interrogation were all sent here after the demise of the Noma Empire. After their identities were verified and their charges were confirmed, they were executed on the spot and hanged.
"The prisoners on death row who have been disloyal to His Majesty the Emperor have been captured recently. They are all here." A prison guard pointed at some fat and some skinny prisoners and introduced them coldly: "Some will be hanged tomorrow, and some will be hanged tomorrow."
It will be the day after tomorrow...who knows..."
"Find all their files and send them here... I want to see them." The officer glanced at the people on the railing and ordered.
"All of them?" The prison guard was a little confused.
