Chapter 752 Nerve Thorns

As a military person who doesn't know much about cutting-edge magic technology and doesn't plan to change careers as a researcher, Byron has walked into the Magic Technology Research Institute only a handful of times. The last time he came to this place was for peas.

Pea is a dumb girl. This incident means deep regret and regret for Byron, who has been her adoptive father for several years.

The poor child was a dumb slave of a big businessman, his tongue was cut off, and he couldn't speak, and because the tongue was cut off for too long, the regular Druid spells were powerless, even if Cecil led Sisi Even if Byron had gone from being a country knight to the army chief of the empire, there was nothing he could do about it.

In a blink of an eye, the little mute of the year has grown into a slim girl, and an unexpected turn of events also appeared at this time.

The end-of-life legacy dug up from the Thorin area gave Byron the hope of healing the peas.

Those incredibly cutting-edge biochemical technologies can be used to create terrifying monsters or heal unfortunate mortals.

After obtaining Pea's consent, Byron made his adopted daughter the first clinical tester in Pittman's Druid lab. The initial treatment went smoothly. Pea spoke again but encountered unexpected difficulties.

Today, the middle-aged knight once again came to the Institute of Magical Technology to seek a new solution.

With a hunched waist and white hair and beard, Pittman walked in front and led Byron to the depths of the Magic Technology Institute.

This large-scale facility built by Rebecca Cecil has been developed and perfected for a period of time, and now it has become the most advanced research facility in the empire, and there are also many new departments and departments within it. , Mechanical, and Mathematical Research Laboratories, two laboratories under the name of Rune Research Institute and a Druid Research Center under the name of Pittman have also been established here in the past year.

As Gawain originally planned, the Institute of Magic Technology is no longer a mere research facility, it has become a "greenhouse" for cultivating new technologies, providing venues and equipment for various emerging technologies or potential teams , personnel and other services.

After passing through a gate on the third floor, Byron and Pittman entered the area where the Druid Research Center belongs. The walls here are decorated with flower vines and leaves, and the magic device at the entrance quietly projects a hologram. , a badge surrounded by vines floats on the image.

This badge is the imperial druid mark.

There are many technicians in short green robes on a white background walking in the corridors.

They all respectfully saluted Pittman. Although he saw this scene last time, Byron couldn't help but glance at the little old man beside him: "To be honest, seeing you such a skinless and shameless guy I am surprised that it is respected by so many scholars."

"You're the only one talking nonsense," Pittman glanced at Byron, "I saw the soldiers on the road salute you, what did I say?"

Byron pouted, didn't speak, just followed Pittman through the corridor and came to a laboratory with what seemed to be a high specification.

"Put on your coat, go in and stand on that platform," Pittman stood at the gate in front of the entrance of the laboratory, pointing to a small round platform inside the gate, "Wait for me after you go in."

"What is this?" Byron was startled, "Why didn't this step happen in the lab last time?"

Pittman squinted; "Nonsense, the biochemical isolation level of the laboratory this time is level iii, and the last time it was only level ii, you can understand that the contents here are more expensive than other places."

Byron snorted. Although he was usually rough, he also knew the importance of rigor and order in research facilities, so he didn't say more.

Under Pittman's guidance, he unskilledly completed the steps of dressing and sterilizing, and then passed through the gate and entered this seemingly special laboratory.

After entering, the first thing that catches the eye is a rather spacious room. Several large laboratory tables are neatly arranged on both sides of the room, while a large number of technicians in short robes are busy between the laboratory tables. There are Druid emblems surrounded by flower vines on the robes of the personnel, but in fact Byron is very clear that if the old rules are followed, only a small part of them are actually "Druids", and the rest are real "Druids". At best, they are "apprentices" in the extraordinary field, or even ordinary people who do not have extraordinary skills at all.

However, after the development of magic technology, and after many Druid spells were also summarized into the system of rune logic, the definition of "Druid" within the empire is no longer so old-fashioned.

Byron's eyes swept across the room, and suddenly noticed a striking and special figure here.

It was Master Carmel, radiating arcane brilliance and wearing rune armor.

He turned his head slightly and asked Pittman, who had just entered the laboratory, "Why is Master Carmel here?"

"He's involved in this project," Pittman said casually, stepping forward, "Just follow along and don't touch anything here."

Byron shrugged and followed indifferently.

Pittman looked old, but his steps were fast. He quickly came to Carmel and asked, "Is the morning test over? How is it?"

"The efficiency of neural response has exceeded 70%, and it should still require a lot of adjustment," Kamel said, pointing to the nearest experimental bench, "Look at it, whether there is any problem with the state of its artificial neurons. ?"

Pittman turned and walked towards the test bench, while Byron craned his neck and glanced curiously in that direction.

He saw an oddly shaped object lying quietly on a sloping countertop, the bright lights revealing the details of the object.

It was a "ribbon" composed of metal parts, less than one meter in length. At one end, it had a palm-sized diamond structure made of several metal plates, and at the other end branched out some thin, At the dark red end, its strip-shaped body has a ring-by-ring structure, and there are fine metal protrusions. This strange structure...

Byron couldn't help but think of the human spine, or something that could fit on the spine.

He got closer and saw a faint red surging between the metal links. After looking closely, he recognized that it was a fibrous object that looked like some kind of flesh and blood tissue.

Those "flesh and blood" just grew between the metals, maintaining their own activity in some incomprehensible way.

"What is this... what?" Byron blinked and asked curiously, "Why does it look similar to the artificial nerve cord immersed in the cabin?"

"This is an artificial nerve cord, but it's not used in the immersion chamber," Pittman replied without looking up, looking at the nerve terminals extending from the end of the "metal spine", "It's a branch application of an artificial nerve cord. Well...I'll call it 'Nerve Thorns' for now."

Byron continued to ask, "What is this for?"

"Essentially, it is still a neural connection device, which is used to connect the human brain with an external magic device, but in addition to this most basic connection function..." Pitman finally raised his head and pointed to the artificial The dark red fiber structure at the end of the nerve cord, "It can also be used to break the line between the ordinary and the extraordinary, really."

Byron frowned slightly, with a serious expression: "...Can you speak common language?"

Pittman couldn't help but rolled his eyes at him: "Occasionally read books, otherwise you won't be able to read Pea's textbooks when she enters Imperial College."

On the other side, Carmel floated over, and after greeting Byron, he said with a buzzing vibrato: "Your Majesty once pointed out that the current magic technology has shortcomings, that is, all extraordinary power is achieved through machinery. , Humans realize the preset spell effects in the machine by manipulating the rune trigger. There are natural limitations in this way of implementation.

"Magic machinery can only be used to perform simple spells that do not require 'spiritual power' to maintain guidance, such as fireballs, ice cones, arcane missiles, etc., and once a spell requires the spiritual guidance of the caster, such as illusions, dreams Spells or larger-scale ritual spells, then the magic machine can't do anything."

Byron laughed, nodded and said, "I understand that."

Extraordinary people all have this common sense. Spells can be divided into two categories in terms of control methods. One is "formed and realized". After completing the construction of the spell model, it only needs to be stimulated, and the complete spell effect can be released. This is the case with the spell Frostbolt, and the other is the "spiritual guidance type". This kind of spell is usually continuous. It requires the caster to continuously control the spiritual level during the release process. Once interrupted, The spell also dissipates immediately.

Obviously, the current magic machine can only implement the former spell, and the latter... Due to the limitation of the maintenance method, it is destined to be unable to get rid of the "manipulator" of the superhuman.

This is obviously inconsistent with the concept of "attributing extraordinary to mortals" in magic technology, and it actually limits the development of magic technology.

In fact, in the current technology development process, this limitation has already begun to show the virtual interface that the immersion cabin needs to present after connecting to the human brain. Some parameters of the magic web broadcasting system are "written", which cannot be written through simple symbols. The process of controlling the trigger and requiring the participation of the manipulator's mental power is still completely dependent on the real mage to operate.

This is also one of the reasons why the output of the immersion chamber has not been able to increase for a long time. Each immersion chamber needs to be debugged by a formal mage for a long time. How many mages in the research institute can be used for this kind of thing?

Byron vaguely guessed the function of the so-called "nerve thorns": "So... this thing allows ordinary people to use mental power to control those guiding spells?"

"To be more precise, it can make ordinary people 'sense' magic power." Pittman smiled and said something that could stun every traditional extraordinary person.

Let ordinary people feel the magic! !

Byron's eyes widened, and after a few seconds, he realized what the strangely shaped thing in front of him meant.

The dividing line of magical talent is to sense magic power, and the first threshold for ordinary people to enter the supernatural realm is also to sense magic power.

Only by sensing the existence of magic power can it be possible to control it, use it, and then achieve transcendence, but this special talent is only possessed by a very small number of outstanding talents.

"We've been tinkering with this thing for a whole year, and we've been stuck on 'artificial neurons can't survive long-term in small devices,' and until recently, the technology of the death of all things helped us make up for this," Kamai said. "We've managed to create neural thorns that work for a long time, but it's still a long way from perfect," Er buzzes.

Pittman also stood up slightly, with a proud expression on his face: "As long as this thing succeeds, it will be truly 'everyone extraordinary'."

Byron couldn't help being affected by the atmosphere at the scene, and got a little excited, but he soon remembered his purpose of coming here today: "...But what does this have to do with Peas?"

Pittman looked at him: "As a crude pre-tech product, Nerve Thorns is still far from achieving the goal of 'everyone extraordinary', but before that, it may be used to achieve something simpler than spellcasting. Things can connect directly to the human brain, and if you attach a 'gadget' that makes a sound, maybe, it can 'speak' for peas."

Byron was silent for a moment, only to ask: "Is there any risk?"

"Yes, any experiment has risks, the main risk is brain damage," Carmel said bluntly, "We will set up enough safety locks and release the magic to protect the mind and brain for Pea in advance, which can put Risk is minimized."

"...I'm going back to get Pea's own opinion."

"Certainly, as it should be."

(Mommy!!!)