global animal age

There is an archipelago scattered on the east-north ocean divided by the Auling World.

There are tall towers standing on each island.

Countless towers together form a force recognized by the Aura World, the Baisa Tower.

Among them, there are five islands that are comparable to a continent, and the tall tower in the center of the island towers into the sky.

The lower level below the tower is surrounded by a giant forest similar to an ecological park. There are many species of countless strength inhabiting it. There are even one or two level of monsters hidden deep in the dense forest.

And these monsters that have reached level one or even level two are just watchdogs and slaves for the arcane masters in the tower, or they are just used as experimental materials for them to breed.

Among the five super huge towers, the bottom of the westernmost tower is a disc-shaped building with a diameter of tens of kilometers. There are many arcane masters coming in and out of it, almost all of them are high-level apprentices in strength, and there are also some

There are many official arcana masters.

This is Gaota's school, and those who are qualified to live here are basically outstanding children from all over the world.

Looking from the bottom up of the tower, there are arcane masters living on each floor, and as the number of floors increases and the height increases, the strength of the arcane masters living there also increases.

On the 864th floor of the tower, in a circular conference hall, there were more than ten arcane masters of different shapes wearing robes or tall hats sitting around.

Why do they say they have different shapes? Because some people's lower body has no legs, but is a ball of flame.

Some people's bodies are just a lump of red crystal, and some of them don't look like humans at all. They either have heads like crocodiles or have only one eye on their faces, which gives people a weird and scary feeling.

Fortunately, these are just special cases. Most arcane masters can still be recognized by their appearance. They are humans or humanoid creatures.

"There is news from Dorrent that two space fortresses carrying tens of millions of monsters will arrive at the Dorrent space port in fifteen days. Which of you will go?"

As if there was a piece of iron stuck in his throat, a hoarse voice came from an old man in black robes. The old man's whole body was shrouded in black mist. No matter how close you were to him, you couldn't see clearly what he looked like.

Everyone in the conference room looked at each other, no one said anything.

After a while, the old woman with a face full of stains said, "Ten million? Didn't the old lady go crazy because of the experiment? Didn't they just go out for two years? After just one round, they got tens of millions of monsters?"

"This was reported by the Audit Institute. Specifically, they discovered a small world without universal consciousness, and used..." The old man explained roughly what happened, but he didn't know the details.

When they reach this level and pursue higher knowledge and results, the process is naturally handled by the people below.

The conference room fell into silence again, and everyone looked at the man with only one closed eye on his face.

"I'm not free." The man said three words lightly.

"West, you were the one who brokered this transaction. Even the deposit was paid in advance by someone else."

Another arcane master, half of his body was on fire and half of his body was a ball of ice, said helplessly.

"The 13 specimens of Project No. 1 have entered the final stage of infection, and I cannot leave."

"What, West, aren't you at the final stage? How long will it take to complete?" asked another Omni Spiritualist in the conference room.

"127 days, 22 hours and 45 minutes." The eyelashes of the one eye on the face of the man named West trembled but never opened.

For an Arcanist who has complete control over all variables, getting an accurate value is just a basic operation.

"West, have you reached this level?" This was the voice of another Omni Spirit Master.

"Haha, doesn't it mean..."

"No wonder Mr. Monteiro specifically told us to increase the budget for World of Warcraft."

"War, Jie Jie~"

"..."

The quiet conference room slowly became as noisy as a vegetable market. The old man in black robe who was presiding over the meeting shouted "Silence" several times to no avail. With his last breath, a black light emitted from the seal in the old man's hand, and the conference room instantly disappeared.

sound.

Chant of Confinement, the signature magic of the master of this tower, the fourth-level Grand Arcanist.

Of course, this is just a castrated version of chant confinement. Under normal circumstances, this magic should solidify and passivate all surrounding elements, instead of just isolating the sound like it is now.

When everyone in the conference room stopped talking, the old man sighed, took back the seal, and the black light curtain disappeared.

Everyone in the conference room took a solemn look at the seal. It was a token left by Master Monteiro to the old man in black robe. This means that in his absence, the old man in black robe will be in charge of most things in the tower.

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"The question now is who will receive this batch of Warcraft. Dorrent has released the news, but there are many people who want a share of the pie. We must maintain a sufficient share."

The old man in black robe sighed and said that he really didn't want to be the vice president of this high tower college. Not only was it tiring, but it was also easy to offend people. He wanted to indulge in his laboratory instead of having boring arguments.

After a short silence, West, who had only one eye on his face, spoke.

"I'll go!"

"Your test is very important."

"It has entered automatic rendering, and no human intervention is allowed, otherwise the positioning deviation of the spatial wave points will be too large."

Then you say der!

The old man in black robe rolled his eyes.

A quill moved without wind, appeared in front of the old man in black robe, and rustled records on the parchment.

"Is there anything else to discuss?" the old man in black robe asked, looking around at the others.

"I need to go to the Mysterious Heavenly Wheel World to grab a left kidney from Hegra. I will attend the next regular meeting, but I won't be able to attend the next one or the next one."

The quill began to rustle again.

"I need to go to the Black Dragon Empire on the west coast to discuss a dragon beast. It may take three months."

"Can't the secret pattern communication be resolved?"

"Without seeing me in person, can Jigres be given to a big guy at Level 3? This is a sacrifice on my part."

The old man glanced at the flames on the lower body of the person who just spoke, and continued writing with the quill.

More than ten minutes later, only the old man in black robe was left in the conference room, half lying on the chair muttering to himself.

"This will make you feel lonely."

"By the way, how long will it take until the dean takes over?"

"Well, 375 days."

"I can also do what I want to do. Wasting time is the biggest sin."

…

Three days later, forty-five huge floating ships rose from the open space outside the tower and flew towards the northwest.

In the central cabin of the leading floating ship, the one-eyed West held a piece of blue-black metal plate and closed his eyes in meditation, which could not be said to be closed, because those terrifying eyes were always closed.

As the person in charge of the No. 1 test project, although the final results have not yet come out, he has already vaguely sensed that the scale of the next war will definitely be quite large.