Heidler City, the headquarters of the Pale Hand, is hazy and gloomy all year round.
Felipe put his hands in the pockets of his long black trench coat, staring intently at the light gray sky outside the window, and on the desk beside him was the issue of "Arcane", with a yellowed parchment on one side occupying only half a page of the table of contents, and on the other side was the text full of words, and the title was written in solemn black font two sizes larger: "The Discovery of a New Particle".
"Only about one-thousandth of an atom......" Felipe seemed to be speaking to the light gray sky full of solidification, "He is chasing faster than I thought, and he can't slack off any longer. However, the discovery of a simple new particle related to the internal structure of the atom should not make him a high-level arcanist......"
A hint of doubt appeared on his gloomy and pale face.
Suddenly, Felipe raised his hand and said to the dark black bracelet: "Mr. Rogerio, have you found out about Lucian Evans?"
Rogerio's voice came from inside the bracelet: "Well, it's not confidential, the Panel can easily access the information. Felipe, the miracle experiment was designed and completed by Lucian Evans."
"Is it him?" Felipe was both shocked and as if he had confirmed something, he had always suspected that the miracle experiment was related to the professor, otherwise it would not have been possible for the elemental will to find its way so quickly after the publication of his paper and make such a shocking experiment, but he had long suspected that his face seemed to be a little pale, and he gritted his teeth a little, "He is worthy of being evaluated by the church as a vicious and cunning and ruthless professor."
Rogerio also had a bit of hatred: "Therefore, I suspect that the progress of overturning the theory of human life mechanics has always been under his control."
"No, it should have been just an accident at the time, but after he is promoted to the middle level, maybe things will not develop according to our control." Judging from Lucian's response and emotional changes, Felipe must not have been able to plan even emergencies and disguise them so well.
"It seems that thanks to Traquel's assassination, which disrupted his plans and allowed things to go in the direction we wanted." Rogerio didn't know if he was sarcastic about Traquil, or if he was really glad to hear it, "Okay, Felipe, Lucian Evans has been promoted to a high level and became a member of the Arcane Review Committee, don't care too much, at least your magic level is overwhelming him, and he only has five rings, even if there are many high-level magic items, it will be very dangerous in the face of the church's inevitable retaliation in the next few years, maybe in a year or two we will have to attend his real funeral."
"The only regret is that Lucian Evans has been closely protected recently, and the church will definitely not choose this high-security time to assassinate, and we will have to wait a year or two to enjoy this good show."
He is a member of the Committee, and he knows very well that Lucian has already held a "funeral", and knows that the arrogant Felipe has always been obsessed with "Professor" Lucian Evans, seeing him as his biggest rival - even if the direction they are good at is elemental and alchemical overlapping.
"In a few years...... Felipe shook his head, by that time the professors were likely to be promoted to senior ranks.
He had no doubt that Lucian could become a high-level magician before the age of thirty, and the only doubt was how far in advance he could be.
After sharing the information with Felipe through electromagnetic messaging, Rogerio lost contact, and he was busy with his own research. After the influence factor of the "Magic" journal was increased to 3.0, he saw the hope of being promoted to the eighth level arcanist within ten years.
There was a hoarse creak from inside the bracelet, and then calm returned, Felipe exhaled softly and whispered in a hateful voice: "Miracle experiment...... New particle ......"
"Very good, Commissioner Lucian Evans!"
"Felipe, it looks like you're not very happy?" A gloomy and dull voice suddenly came from the empty room behind Felipe.
Felipe was not surprised, and slowly turned his head: "There is nothing to be happy about, it has fueled my enthusiasm for arcane research. The impact factor of "Arcane" and "Magic" is 3.0, and if I complete a few more highly rated and high-discussion papers, I can step into the ranks of high-level arcanists within a year."
He himself was not far from level six.
On the chair opposite the desk, a figure slowly emerged, no, a dead man with rotten and solidified facial muscles and clearly visible white bones, he was wearing a black robe full of strange and gorgeous patterns, and smiled like a human: "Do you need my help? Although I don't have much research on arcane, I know that there are several places in the necromancer world and some unique materials that are very helpful in improving your necromancer magic power.
"Angus, I will take care of my affairs myself, you don't need to worry about it. You have to remember, you are just a high-level undead summoned by me, I am your master, when I don't need you to speak, you are quiet, understand?" Felipe's deep eyes looked at Angus proudly.
Angeus' bone shelf made a soft sound: "Yes, my master."
With his hands back in his black trench coat pockets, Felipe walked to the door of the study and passed by Angeus, and he said as if instructing a servant: "Very good. I'm ready to start a magic experiment, there is no emergency information from the council or organization, don't let anyone disturb me."
"Obey your orders, master." Angus replied respectfully, and when Felipe's back disappeared at the door, he cursed in a low voice: "Arrogant idiot!"
In the corridor, Felipe curled up a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Fool, can't the undead in the necromancer world send a guy with a normal IQ to sign a master-servant summoning contract with me? Am I an idiot who will be tempted by such a strange world situation?"
Stepping into the Magic Tower Lab, activating the defensive magic circle, Felipe's expression became focused.
Nathan in the laboratory was cold, with a faint white mist, and on the dissection table in front of Felipe lay a pale-faced, lifeless human corpse - this was a volunteer recruited with money.
Exchanging the dissection of the body after death for enjoyment and family happiness is completely unnecessary for many poor people at the bottom.
After the last experiment, the corpse's eyes were wide open, and the dark blue pupils reflected Felipe's cold and gloomy face.
He picked up a silver-white dagger, cut it with his right hand without a trace of trembling, cut open his chest, and took out a dark red heart.
Placing his heart in the magic circle, Felipe walked to another dissection table, on which lay a powerful undead creature, the advanced "demon" of the ghouls, which was short and childlike, with rotten skin and a foul smell, exposing the bones inside.
Felipe was unaffected, and also slashed his chest with a dagger, carefully took out the rotten and pus-filled black heart, and put it into the magic circle just now.
Activating the magic circle to get a lot of interference, Felipe cut a thin piece from each of the two hearts, then picked up a bottle of reagent and dyed them silver at the same time.
Felipe then placed the silver-dyed flakes into the observation circle, magnifying the scene and trying to find out what had changed at the level of cell tissue between humans and the undead creatures they had turned into humans.
"It's still not big enough to see things at a small level......" Felipe's face became more and more gloomy as he focused on adjusting the magic circle.
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Shining Cathedral.
"Damn blasphemer! It turned out to be him!" Bahá'u'lláh's roar echoed in Philibel's study, filled with violent anger, "I will judge him and purify him with my own hands!"
"To be sure, he is the devil, and he is a devil who is good at grasping people's hearts! Otherwise, how could he hypocritically write "Ode to Joy"?" Valenhill gritted his teeth.
"Four-winged Knight" Stone floated four pairs of white wings behind him, wrapped with a little glow: "He must be purified, he is the biggest blasphemer in the last hundred years!"
"Not only to purify him, but also to purify all his relatives and friends!" Bahá'u'lláh suggested angrily and coldly.
Philip Bell's usual kind and generous face had a gloomy expression: "Lucian Evans must die. But his relatives and friends are the ones who report his identity as a magician, we can't distinguish between right and wrong, and do you think a hypocritical and vicious magician like Lucy Evans will take care of hindering the development of his magic and betraying his relatives and friends?"
"Philip Bell, no matter what, we have to take action." Bahá'u'lláh's eyes were filled with danger.
Philippe Bell looked at Valenhill and Stone, and saw that they all nodded solemnly, so he said: "Include Lucian Evans in the purification sequence, and declare to all the clergy that the purification requirements for him will not be weakened by the passage of time, will not stop because of a failure, and will not stop until death!"
"I agree, and as the designer of the experiment who spies on the forbidden area of the gods, the discoverer who subverts the content of theology, and the cunning devil who deceives the admiration of devout believers, Lucian Evans' danger and blasphemy are far greater than those of other high-ranking magicians, archmages, heretical cardinals, etc., and he must be listed first behind the legendary demons that need to be purified, that is, the fifty-third in the purification order." Bahá'u'lláh is a giant of the Court, and he says things that are within his authority.
The number of legendary powerhouses must be more than fifty-two, but the purification sequence does not count the legends within the church, not counting the noble knights who have not publicly betrayed, not counting the devils and dukes and demon kings who are difficult to descend on the main material world, not counting some magical creatures such as the immemorial dragon that does not go out all year round in the dark mountains, and not counting the ancient evil creatures that float in the xenoplane space.
"I have no objection." Philippe Bell agreed, and the other two members of the College of Cardinals did not object.
"Then we will submit and convey the purification sequence data of 'Primordial Devil' Lucian Evans." Bahá'u'lláh said coldly.
The title "Primordial Devil" comes from Lucian's miraculous experiments, which reveal another possibility of the origin of life, and he is good at disguising and deceiving the world, very similar to the devil.
"Start the action against Lucian as soon as possible, look for opportunities, wait for opportunities, and seize opportunities!" Finally, Philippe reminded Bahá'u'lláh.
It has been changed, ask for a recommendation ticket on Monday, monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)