Nine Hundred and Seventy-Seven Hours Do Not Wait for Me

At the same time, in Serris City, the capital of the Ireland Hill Empire, William, the dean of the Academy of Magic, was anxiously checking every step of the experiment with his former teacher Frundsberg.

"From this point of view, the problem still lies in the mental strength of mortals, which is not enough to support the strength of this magic." Frunzberg put down a data report in his hand, looked up at William.

He spoke helplessly, and said in his mechanical, emotionless voice: "Once the magic starts, the spiritual power of mortals has actually been severely damaged."

"But if we reduce the intensity, then the step of extracting people's spiritual power will not be able to achieve the expected peeling effect." William rubbed the bridge of his nose. He hasn't slept well these days and has been busy with this matter. matter.

His Majesty the Emperor entrusted them with important tasks, and Lord Gurlo is also a respectable old man. William wants to do something for him, and the current magicians also need a good news to reverse their image with His Majesty the Emperor.

Many factors mixed together, so that William did not dare to neglect in the slightest. He has been insisting on in vivo experiments these days in order to shorten the experiment time and complete this experiment that can change the course of human history as soon as possible.

It's a pity that he still couldn't complete the experiment. As time passed, Chris became a little impatient.

After all, it was agreed at the beginning that William was only given three days. But William has spent almost two months now.

Gurlo's body over there is completely incapacitated, and he has been using nutrient solution and breathing aids to barely maintain his health.

To be honest, if these machines were stopped, Gurlo might die in a few minutes. He was able to live until now, which is simply a medical miracle piled up with countless money.

This is the benefit of wealth. Gurlo's every breath is very expensive now. In order to keep him in a "vegetative state", thousands of gold coins are spent every minute.

But these are nothing to His Majesty the Emperor of the Alan Hill Empire, so the gold coins are spent like running water, just to wait, to wait for the day when a miracle will appear.

And Wilhelm, and Frundsberg, were the miracle workers.

"This is the difficulty I mentioned... how many alternatives have not been used yet?" Frundsberg casually grabbed another report and read it carefully.

Now he really admires the complete scientific system of the Alan Hill 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 evidence in it has its source indicated, and the details are so detailed that it cannot be further detailed.

What's even more frightening is that these data are so rigorous that they are even accurate to the millisecond level. How many milliliters of all the liquids were used, the inferred effect, and the time of addition, it seems that you can see the experimental situation 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 now mentioned that the body of the experimental subject melted. Under the magic, the mortal body must not be able to bear it."

"Soaked in the protective liquid?" William heard the sound of strings and knew the elegant meaning, and immediately thought of a way, and asked.

"That's right, you can...or make a protective cabin...that's another way. In short, if the protection time is longer and the speed of the body's destruction slows down, maybe the mental power will be preserved more comprehensively." Lenzberg thought for a while and said.

"If we could have thought about this problem earlier, then maybe... this experiment would have been successful." William sighed unwillingly.

"Before we didn't put forward the hypothesis of increasing the fusion of magic vibrations and improving the efficiency of extracting mental power..." Frundsberg comforted him, and then continued: "We have been experimenting for several years, The arrangement was completed within a few days... This speed is already very good."

"Unfortunately, what His Majesty wants is not 'good', but success." William put down the document in his hand, looked at Frundsberg and said, "Teacher, we must, within these two days, This experiment is done..."

"I want to finish it too." Frundsberg said so, and then brought the topic back to the experiment: "We need to increase the fusion frequency for another 3 to 5 seconds."

"Wouldn't that fragile mortal spiritual power be destroyed more seriously?" William asked a little puzzled.

Frundsberg explained: "Shortening the time is also a way to reduce the loss. If we can't make a fuss about the magic strength, then shortening the time is obviously another way."

"This is indeed a way... However, how much we say here is just a hypothesis." William said here, feeling a little frustrated.

He couldn't complete the task Chris gave himself on time, and he was about to collapse. In the past few days, he even seldom sleeps, overdrawing his magical energy every day to barely maintain his body's functioning.

"Yeah, it's just a hypothesis! We don't have the relevant experimental basis, and we don't have the prerequisite data... Everything can only be done by ourselves... But, William... William! Is there anything more meaningful than this?" Frundsberg seemed to be smiling, you could hear it in his voice.

His voice control system has been improved several times, and his emotions can already be heard.

Compared with that dry, emotionless mechanical voice, the current voice of Frundsberg can already express his thoughts and feelings correctly.

He spread out his distinctive arm engraved with runes, and said proudly: "This is our domain, we have devoted all our efforts to it, and the fruits it bears... are completely Our names will be branded! Is it not enough that we will be the cornerstone of human progress?"

As an expert in technology, he has the arrogance of being the one who is better than me, and 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 who controlled everything again.

Although he is still just a "paralyzed" puppet without the ability to act on his own, even though he is still just a sinner who has not been forgiven.

But this does not mean that he is weak, he is still a powerful magician, in his field, especially in the field of knowledge, he is still very strong, a bit too strong.

"Find 10 felony criminals, and test this conjecture quickly! 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 carried out simultaneously! If we fail again this time, we can only use plan Z2... Then it is not a matter of killing one or two people." He said very solemnly.

William knew what the Z2 plan was all about. It was a terrifying experiment to directly test the success rate of the experiment using 100 death row prisoners.

It can also be seen from here that the Irish Empire has not been rising for a long time, and it is still accompanied by the barbarism and ruthlessness of the original empire everywhere.

No growth is perfect, nor does it happen overnight. Even if there is a golden finger, which improves the technology of this world, it cannot immediately improve the concept of this world.

The Alan Hill Empire is not a glamorous and benevolent country, on the contrary, it is an empire covered in the blood of the enemy, barbaric and ruthless, and the dark corners are full of innocents and enemy corpses.

"I hope everything is still in time!" William knows that every day he delays now will increase the risk by one day.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, maybe even an hour later, there may be news of the death of Mr. Gurlo.

If he could not complete the experiment before the news arrived, then his promise to the emperor would become a joke, or even more terrifying, it would become a demonstration of deceiving the emperor.

...

"Me! I want to sign up! I want to sign up!" Inside the hard and cold iron railings, arms stretched out one by one, frantically trying to pull the passing officer.

The owner of these arms pressed his face against the railing of the cell, squeezed out of shape: "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! For you!" Another prisoner shouted hysterically.

No one who can be imprisoned here is an innocent person. Most of them are rebels who colluded with the spies of the Norma Empire, some are rich and powerful merchants and rich merchants in the region, and some are simply consuls or higher imperial officials.

With the collapse of the Norma Empire, the spy network of the entire Norma Empire was more cleanly and thoroughly uprooted.

Because the Norma Empire no longer exists, the Alan Hill 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 fall of the Norma Empire. After checking their identities and confirming their charges, they were all executed on the spot and hanged.

"Recently, there are death row prisoners who have been disloyal to His Majesty, and they are all here." A prison guard pointed to some plump and some skinny prisoners, and introduced coldly: "Some will be hanged tomorrow, and some will be hanged tomorrow. It's the day after tomorrow... who knows..."

"Find out all their files and send them here...I want to read them." The officer glanced at the person behind the railing and ordered.

"All of them?" The prison guard was a little confused.

"Yes, all of them!" replied the officer.