"Master …" Diana's voice was weak, as if she had fallen into a nightmare that she would never wake up from.
Manuel's yellowish-brown eyes were filled with unexpected pain and fear. He had thought that no matter how stubborn Fernando was, with the buffer of the past three years, Fernando's cognitive world would only be broken and solidified, and his life would not be in danger. With his magic power as a ninth-circle archmage, even if he was close to three hundred years old, he could still turn into a lich or extend his life in other ways. He might even have the chance to reconstruct his cognitive world. But now …
"No! Sir is not dead! Sir is not dead! " Kristel shouted, unable to accept it. His white hair became messy as he shook his head violently, making his wrinkled and twisted face look even more ferocious. "Teacher used the Life Concealment Technique!"
As a ninth-circle archmage, Lauren had enough power and knowledge to prevent accidental "death". Although it was not as useful as the phylactery of a lich, Life Concealment was enough to deal with most situations.
Diana buried her face in her hands and murmured miserably, "It's useless. It's useless. My cognitive world has been completely destroyed. I can't be revived even with the phylactery …"
For sorcerers at this stage, their soul and vitality could be separated by phylactery and Life Concealment. As long as the phylactery and other secret objects were not broken, the sorcerer would not really die. However, the cognitive world was even more illusory than the soul. It seemed to be rooted in the sorcerer's consciousness and could not be attacked by magic, divine power, or Knight's means. Therefore, it could not be separated or duplicated. Once the cognitive world collapsed and was destroyed, it would bring about real death.
For example, although the demiplane of a legendary sorcerer was a projection of the meditation environment in the real world, and the change of the cognitive world would bring corresponding changes to the demiplane, the reverse was not true. Even if the demiplane was destroyed by the enemy, the legendary sorcerer's cognitive world would not be affected. Another example was that the collapse of the enemy's cognitive world and the explosion of the enemy's head by constructing subversive theories in the illusion would only make the enemy confused in the real world for a while. Only the King of Nightmare could project the collapse of the enemy's cognitive world and the explosion of the enemy's head in the illusion into the real world.
There was only one possibility for him to be resurrected from the collapse of his cognitive world, which was that his cognitive world did not completely collapse. When one was mentally prepared or had been shaken, one's cognitive world was between being broken, solidified, and collapsing. Before the destruction spread out, one could seize the opportunity to transfer one's soul and offset the blast with the explosion of one's head. Of course, for the sorcerers who did not have a phylactery or any other means of resurrection, the possibility equaled the complete destruction of their cognitive world.
"Teacher, why are you like this? Who did this to him? Is Lucien Evans trying to stop him from completing the experiment? "Kristel roared madly, stepping on the blood and brain matter as he rushed towards the experiment table.
Manuel and Diana were shocked by Kristel's crazy and violent behavior. Coupled with the shock and horror of seeing Roland's headless body, their reactions seemed to have become sluggish. Dazed and confused, they watched Kristel pick up the experiment notes and read them. They watched him look at the magic circles and alchemy devices in disbelief.
"It must have been tampered with! It must be! "Crazed, Kristel turned on the magic circles and started the last set of experiment data.
Tampered with … Manuel thought blankly. After a long time, he suddenly realized what was going on. While casting magic to stop Kristel, he shouted, "Stop!"
As soon as he finished his words, he saw a bloody scene in front of him. His face was warm, and the smell of blood was overwhelming.
"Ah!" Diana, a fifth-circle sorcerer, screamed like a helpless little girl. Kristel's headless body fell to the ground with a thud.
"Another one …" Manuel thought blankly. "… In this case, should I ask an illusionist for a psychological crisis intervention?"
The fifth most popular program on News of the World was Chicken Soup for the Soul, a talk on mental health, and the first was undoubtedly Allyn's News of the Past Week.
Taking a deep breath, Manuel felt that he had guessed the result and accepted the possibility. So he walked to the experiment table and picked up the experiment notes. The notes were already covered with red "jam" and milky "cream".
Holding back his nausea, Manuel wiped them away with magic and carefully read the experiment notes. After that, he let out a long sigh.
"It fits the light quantum hypothesis?" Diana, a fifth-circle sorcerer, asked sadly. Her helplessness did not last long. She barely regained the ability to think and talk.
Manuel, a senior-rank sorcerer, nodded, "Yes. It can be said that the light quantum hypothesis has been preliminarily confirmed."
This was in line with his understanding that had been slowly changing in the past three years. He should be happy to see this result, because it meant that he might be able to become an eighth-circle sorcerer in the next five years. However, the two headless bodies on the ground, covered with brains and blood, did not make him feel happy at all.
"This is our teacher's last paper. Should we publish it for him?" Diana's answer was completely in the stream of consciousness, which had no logical relationship with the previous question.
Manuel nodded, "Let's say that our teacher's experiment results have confirmed the light quantum hypothesis. He also accepted the theory, but unfortunately, he died in an accident. At least we can't let our teacher's reputation be tarnished after his death. After all, Mr. Brook was also doing the experiment. We can't hide the result … "
"Will Mr. Brook be alright?" Diana did not ask how many arcanists would believe the cause of Lauren's death provided by them. Instead, she asked Brook in panic.
Manuel also panicked, "We have to go back to Allyn right now and send the experiment results to Mr. Brook. I hope he hasn't started the experiment yet … If he died, it would be terrible …"
"Then, should we … for our teacher … for Lucien Evans …" Diana asked vaguely.
Manuel put on a bitter smile, "If Kristel were still alive, he would definitely choose to take revenge. He's the only one among our teacher's descendants, and he's also the one who was taken care of the most. Personally, I hate Lucien Evans from the bottom of my heart because of this, but it's not really his fault. He didn't propose the experiment, nor did he complete the experiment. Maybe in the future, I'll oppose his theory or suggestion because of this feeling, but I can't take revenge directly. "
More importantly, Manuel had already persuaded his teacher.
"Me too." Diana's thoughts were similar to Manuel's, but she had other considerations.
Lucien was a level six arcanist and a sixth-circle sorcerer. It was said that because of the change brought by the Influence Factor, his arcana credits had almost reached nine thousand. It would take him less than two years to become a level seven arcanist. Diana, a level four arcanist and a fifth-circle sorcerer, could never take revenge on someone like him. Besides, Lucien had the support of Thompson, Cole and the other senior-rank students, as well as the Lord of Storm, who was a grand arcanist!
…
Lucien, who had no idea that Lauren had died, was enjoying the wonderful spring morning while tasting the black tea.
Suddenly, Lucien's spiritual power was triggered. He slowly turned around, only to discover that Sprint, who was still unruly, opened the door of the laboratory and walked in, deep in thought.
"Sprint, you're early." Lucien smiled.
Sprint was startled. As a second-circle sorcerer, he did not sense Lucien's presence at all. Lucien did not use any magic! Could it be that Lucien's spiritual power, soul or cognitive world had been improved again?
"I … I've been coming early these days. I'm trying to do my own experiments. The lab at home is not as good as the Atom Institution." Sprint, who had never met the Lord of Storm, was not convinced by anyone except his teacher. Therefore, he answered the question honestly.
Lucien slightly nodded and walked away from the window with the white porcelain teacup in his hand, "Because Jerome won the Holm Crown prize, so you're stimulated? Well, it's good to use your pride and competitiveness to compete. "
Sprint did not want to admit that Lucien was right. He looked around and saw a thick pile of papers on the table, "Lucien, are you going to submit another paper? So many papers? "
"Well, I'll submit it in a couple of days," said Lucien calmly.
"A couple of days? Arcana is going to be released soon. We won't be able to make it in time. " Sprint had no doubt that his teacher's paper would be published in Arcana, especially since his teacher had been working so hard these days.
Lucien smiled and shook his head, "Let's wait a little longer."
When Sprint was about to ask, the door of the lab opened again. Annick, Heidi, Katrina, Layria, Chelly and the other students walked in one by one, and they were all startled by Lucien and Lucien.
Lucien nodded in satisfaction. As a teacher, he was happy to see his students working so hard.
Three years had passed. Except for Chelly who became a formal sorcerer last year, the rest of the students had all reached the second circle. Annick, who improved the fastest, had even touched the threshold of middle-rank. That was the advantage of learning the most advanced arcana theories under Lucien's guidance.
…
On the Solar Islands, Blake and other arcanists who lived in the branch magic tower gathered in the hall, ready to listen to News of the World and discuss the news together.
Today was the release day of Arcana and other journals. If there was no delay, the nine o 'clock Magic Observation Room on News of the World would introduce the papers in the journals that needed attention.
For the sorcerers in Allyn and Renstadt, it might not mean much, but for the sorcerers in other branches and remote counties, it was a great opportunity for them to learn the latest arcana research in Allyn as soon as possible.
The sorcerers in the branch on the Solar Islands especially liked it, because the next issue of Arcana would be released when the last issue of Arcana arrived. Also, no one could read all the papers one by one. It would save a lot of time if they listened to the introduction first and had a general impression of the papers.
"… Welcome to Magic Observation Room. I'm your old friend, 'Falcon'."
A mellow male voice came from the radio, "I've got the first batch of ten journals. Now, let's introduce Arcana, the most popular one. I believe that all the arcanists are looking forward to Mr. Brook's and Mr. Lauren's experiment results. Will it be in this issue? "
"The experiment results …" Blake clenched his fists.
The other arcanists were also nervous and excited. Had they overthrown the light quantum hypothesis and defended the wave theory's dominance?
"Yes, I found two papers on the topic, from Mr. Brook and Mr. Lauren. Let's take a look at Mr. Brook's paper first …"
After a short pause, Blake found that he was getting more and more anxious, and so were the other arcanists.
A few seconds later, Falcon's mellow voice sounded a bit bitter, "… Although I did the experiment to deny the light quantum hypothesis, the experiment results and the images perfectly match the characteristics of light quantum. I have to admit that my 'denial attempt' actually proved the light quantum hypothesis preliminarily …"
What? Blake raised his head in shock. His mind was a bit blurry. Since he only heard the introduction and did not see the paper directly, he was less shocked. Also, his meditation environment had been shaken a long time ago. Therefore, only two streams of blood flowed out of his nose, and his soul was slightly wounded.
However, as soon as he raised his head, a stream of hot liquid splashed on his face, covered his eyes, and splashed into his mouth. The smell of blood rushed straight to his brain, and the red and white color in front of his eyes were like blooming flowers.
"… Sonia's head exploded …" The other arcanists' voices sounded one after another, and then one of them fell to the ground.
Head? Blake, who had just realized what had happened, felt extremely nauseous. He leaned over and vomited.
For some reason, he felt a bit lucky that there was only one branch …