Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 172 The Lie Given by the Blood God
Being able to personally observe the magical experiments of the two legendary chiefs of the Federation is a precious opportunity that all spellcasters of the Federation dream of.

Hunter was sighing wildly in his heart at this moment. Fortunately, his other two colleagues were afraid of disturbing Professor Dawson and did not dare to take the initiative to submit this strange anonymous paper to him. He was instigated and forced to come here because of his status as the other party's nominal student. Who knew that he would get such a huge bargain.

It seems that goddess of luck still favors the brave...well, those who are forced to be brave also count.

When Hunter followed his mentor Dawson to the magic laboratory in the Mage Tower in the Sky Domain, a high-level alchemist who had been stationed in the Federation for a long time was already waiting there with a "blood-summoning instrument".

This was his first time entering the experimental hall which was only used by the Chief Archmage. This laboratory occupied an entire floor of the magic tower, with a half-height platform in the center, surrounded by a crystal cover with a protective magic circle. Inside were experimental tables and many alchemical devices.

Metal energy wires and glass tubes form a strange experimental circulation system, connecting many rare magical devices, presenting a strange and mysterious beauty.

The door on the other side of the laboratory hall was suddenly pushed open, and three... three identical chiefs... Saras walked side by side and quickly entered the laboratory.

"Dawson, I've seen the paper you sent!"

"Are you planning to replicate the transmutation experiment detailed in the paper? Then, use it on the demonic experimental receptors to verify their research?"

"If successful, this will directly overturn the absurd theory put forward by the Church of Light... that blood is a gift from God!"

The three "Salas" chiefs spoke almost at the same time, but uttered three completely different sentences. The loud and deep voices echoed in the hall layer by layer, making Hunter suddenly feel tinnitus and dizziness, and his body couldn't help but shake slightly.

This was not intentional on the part of the Chief Mage. Hunter had vaguely learned from rumors circulating within the Federation that many years ago, when Chief Sarath was analyzing an original nine-ring spell, he unexpectedly failed and the magic pattern was severely damaged.

This was a trauma that affected the soul. Although the legendary spellcaster's powerful strength restored this damaged soul, the aftereffect was that multiple physical personalities would appear from time to time due to the fluctuation of mental power and the escape of magic energy in the body.

Dawson was no longer surprised by his old friend's occasional schizophrenia. He stretched out his palms and gently pressed the surface of the crystal cover of the experimental platform, causing it to vibrate rapidly and create ripples. Then he actually penetrated the cover with his body and entered it.

He said solemnly through the shield, "The rest of you can just watch from outside. This experiment... will be carried out by Sarath and I personally."

Except for Hunter, the other waiters and experimental assistants who were mid-level spellcasters immediately and consciously left the experimental hall. After all, the legendary spellcaster's undisclosed magic experiments absolutely did not allow anyone except disciples and students to watch at will.

After everyone left, Hunter immediately took out the experiment record manual and a magic stone used to record the experimental images, and fixed it with his manipulating hand to aim at the experimental table.

The Saras took steps together, three illusory figures overlapping at the same time, flashing directly to the experimental table inside the crystal cover. Without any nonsense, they urged: "Alright, let's get started!"

As Dawson began to work, he glanced at Hunter, who was watching intently from outside the crystal cover, and whispered, "In the Radiant Church's Scriptures, the transformation of the Bloodline Knights of the Judgment Army is always described as going through a specific ritual and praying to their gods to grant them bloodline power."

"The demon race's bloodline strengthening method is extremely crude and direct. They use Lingling Ore and demon beast flesh and blood, two natural substances rich in magical energy, to make a potion and inject it directly into the bodies of ordinary demon soldiers."

"Therefore, we have every reason to hypothesize that there's no need for any specific rituals. The flesh and blood of magical creatures in a natural environment, or the magical substances within their bodies, can inherently neutralize the violent nature of pure magic energy, allowing the magic energy to be directly injected into the organisms, strengthening their blood and physique..."

Saras chuckled and said, "If that's the truth, then the theories promoted by the church are ridiculous..."

While they chatted casually, their hands worked relentlessly on their experiments. Several mages' hands, as swift as shadows, were meticulously and steadily manipulated, methodically following the experimental procedures described in the anonymous paper, completing the process of extracting the liquid magical substance from the Soul Melting Mine. Then, they quickly disassembled the "Blood Summoning Instrument," copied and reproduced the engraved magic array inscriptions within, and reassembled it into a brand new one.

The monster flesh and blood used in this reproduction experiment is a living material taken directly from the magic treasure house of the Sky Realm - the internal organs of a captured and captive ice giant bear. This is also to make it as close as possible to the magical creatures unique to the North that the demons usually use when preparing potions.

The liquid substance of the soul-melting ore and the giant bear's internal organs were quickly placed in the fusion chamber of the "Blood-Calling Instrument". Salas touched the top of the instrument directly with his fingertips, injecting huge magical energy into the instrument and activating it instantly.

A potion storage tank commonly used by the demons had been embedded in the bottom in advance, and it was soon filled with unknown liquid during the operation of the instrument.

"There should be no problem with the steps and materials. After all, this paper does not emphasize the need to use specific species of Warcraft creatures..." Dawson took off the energy storage tank and gently shook the liquid inside.

The door of the laboratory opened again, and two assistants walked in quickly, pushing a metal stretcher.

A weak demon soldier was tied tightly to a stretcher with leather straps. This was one of the demon captives they had recently sent to Alaye. The withdrawal period from the potion was not too long, and he was not yet dying.

"Don't waste any more time, Hunter. Go get a metal syringe with a probe..."

Dawson pressed a button on the lab bench, and the protective crystal cover immediately rose and opened. He tossed the energy storage tank into the arms of the frantic student and urged, "You will complete the last step of the experiment!"

"In this way, you can also be considered as witnessing this historic moment that exposed the hypocrisy and lies of the church."

Hunter tremblingly took out the syringe, drew out the liquid medicine from a full energy tank, and walked up to the demon who was weak but still struggling with his red eyes.

Insert the syringe probe directly into the swollen blood vessel in his neck...

"My pupils are dilated... The yellow pus spots that appeared after drug withdrawal are beginning to fade."

"His body temperature is rising. He looks like he's about to go into a frenzied fighting mode..."

"The atrophied muscles and dehydrated, wrinkled skin have recovered to a certain extent. It seems the medicine is taking effect quickly..."

The demon's struggles gradually intensified, and the buckles of the belts that bound him were stretched so tight that it seemed like they would break at any moment.

Sarath stood by and watched his various reactions, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"See... Magic truly follows the will of nature, not the rules bestowed by the gods..."

"The end and ultimate of the path of magic is not the realm of God."

(End of this chapter)