My Empire

At the same time, in the city of Seris, the capital of the Alan Hill Empire, William, the dean of the Academy of Magic, was anxiously checking every step of the experiment with his former teacher Frenzberg.

"In this way, the problem lies in the mental power of mortals, which is not enough to support the strength of this magic." Frenzberg put down a data report in his hand and raised his head to look at William.

He spoke helplessly, using his mechanical, emotionless voice: "Once the magic begins, the spiritual power of mortals has actually been severely damaged."

"But if we reduce the intensity, then this step of extracting people's mental energy will not be able to achieve the expected peeling effect." William rubbed the bridge of his nose. He has not slept well these days and has been busy all the time. thing.

His Majesty the Emperor entrusted them with a heavy responsibility, 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 on the side of the Emperor.

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

It's a pity that he still couldn't complete this experiment, and Chris was already a little impatient after the time passed.

After all, I said it at the beginning and only gave William three days. But now William has spent almost two months.

Gurluo's body over there is no longer good enough, and he has been barely maintaining it with nutrient solution and respiratory assist machinery.

To be honest, if you stop these machines, Gurlo might die in a few minutes. He can live to the present, it is simply a medical miracle piled up with countless money.

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

But these were nothing to the emperor of the Ailan Hill Empire, so the gold coins were spent like running water, just to wait and wait for the day when the miracle appeared.

And William, and Frentzberg, are the people who make miracles.

"That's the difficulty I'm talking about... How many alternatives have not been used?" Frenzberg casually grabbed another report and looked at it carefully.

He now really admires the complete scientific system of the Ailan Hill Empire. These detailed records, from format to content, are much more advanced than those research records he did before.

The data is very rigorous, and all the scientific basis in it is indicated with the source, to the point where it can't be more detailed.

What is even more frightening is that the rigor of these data is even accurate to the millisecond level. How many milliliters each of the liquids used, the inferred effect, and the time of addition, just look at it once and you can see the experimental conditions at that time.

"It's really good." He praised, then pointed to a data, and said: "This place can be improved a little bit... As mentioned in the report just now, the body of the subject has melted, which is so strong. Under magic, a mortal body must be unbearable."

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

"Yes, you can...or make a protective cabin...also one way. In short, if the protection time is longer, the speed of destruction of the body will slow down, maybe the mental power will be more comprehensive." Lenzberg thought for a while and said.

"If we can think about this issue earlier, then maybe...this experiment will succeed." William sighed unwillingly.

"Before we did not propose the hypothesis of increasing magical vibration fusion and improving the efficiency of extracting mental power..." Frenzberg 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."

"It's a pity that what your majesty wants is not'good', but success." William put down the file in his hand, looked at Frenzberg and said: "Teacher, we have to This experiment is complete..."

"I want to finish, too." Frenzberg said, and then returned the topic to the experiment: "We need to increase the fusion frequency by another 3 to 5 seconds."

"Will that fragile mortal mental power be destroyed more severely?" William asked in a puzzled manner.

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

"This is indeed a way... But, as much as we say here, it's just hypothesis." William said this, and was a little frustrated.

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

"Yeah, it's just a hypothesis! We don't have the relevant experimental basis and no prerequisite information... Everything can only be done by ourselves... But William... William! Is there anything more meaningful than this?" Frenzberg seemed to be smiling, he could hear it in his voice.

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

Compared with the dry, unfeeling mechanical voice, Frenzberg's voice is now able to correctly express his thoughts and feelings.

He spread out his arm, which was engraved with runes and looked a little different, and said proudly: "This is our realm. We have devoted all our efforts to this, and the fruit... is also completely Will be branded with our name! We will be the cornerstone of human progress. Is this not enough?"

As an expert in technology, he has the arrogance of someone else, and it is precisely because of this obsession with technology that he betrayed Ailan Hill and fell to where he is today.

Now he is still obsessed with technology. At 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 unpardoned sinner.

But this does not mean that he is a weak person. He is still a powerful magician. In his domain, especially the domain of knowledge, he is still very strong, too strong.

"Find 10 criminals with serious crimes, and quickly experiment with this conjecture! In the process, continue to find high-quality experimental subjects..." Frenzberg stared at William and said word by word.

"We don't have time to waste! So everything must be synchronized! If we fail again this time, we can only use the z2 plan... Then it is not a matter of killing one person or two." He said solemnly.

William knew what the z2 scheme was all about. It was a terrible 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 this that the time for the rise of the Ailan Hill Empire is not long, and the barbarism and ruthlessness of the primitive empire are everywhere.

No growth is perfect, nor is it achieved overnight. Even if there is a golden finger, the technology of this world can be elevated, but the concept of this world cannot be immediately elevated.

The Ailanhill Empire is not a glamorous and benevolent country. On the contrary, it is an empire full of enemy blood, brutal and ruthless, and dark corners full of innocent and enemy corpses.

"I hope everything is too late!" William knew that every day he delays now, he will increase the risk of a 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 Father Gurlo.

If he can't complete this experiment before the news arrives, then his assurance to the emperor will become a joke, even more terrifying, and it will become a proof of deception.

...

"I! I want to sign up! I want to sign up!" In the hard and cold iron railings, the arms stretched out crazily trying to pull the passing officers.

The owner of these arms put his face on the railing of the cell, squeezing it so that it changed its shape: "Please! Please! I don't want to die! Let me go!"

"I have a daughter! An illegitimate daughter! You give me a chance to live, and I will give her to you! Really! Really! Give it to you!" another prisoner shouted hysterically.

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

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

Because the Norma Empire no longer exists, the Ailan Hill Empire has lost interest in tracing these rootless duckweeds. Moreover, these peripheral personnel are mostly used to cover the main espionage operations, and they don't know much useful information at all.

Therefore, the prisoners who had been held for interrogation were all sent here after the demise of the Norma Empire. After checking their identities and confirming their charges, they were executed on the spot and all hanged.

"Recently, there are death row prisoners who are unfaithful to the emperor. They are all here." A prison guard pointed at some fat and some skinny prisoners, and coldly introduced: "Some will be hanged tomorrow, some It's the day after tomorrow... who knows..."

"Find out all their files and send it here...I want to see." The officer glanced at the person in the railing and ordered.

"All?" The guard was a little confused.

"Yes, all!" the officer replied.