To the north, the city of Stan Soa, on the border of the Brunhilde plain and the Koval Mountains, is a city with a long history built on the hillside, from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, the gray buildings are lined up one after another, making up this sprawling city.

To the north of the city is the Brunhild Ice Field, a large glacier that has not melted for hundreds of years, and legend has it that this was not the case in the first place, but was caused by the fall of several high-level mages in a magical war, as for the truth, I am afraid that only the witnesses at the time can answer.

The Great Ice Sheet rises like a mountain to form the Koval Mountains, and below the mountains is another fertile plain, which belongs to the Kingdom of Ressario, a country known for its developed forestry.

In the ancient Magic Empire, this was the center of the North and was known as the "Fortress That Never Falls", and it has been surrounded by magic wars several times in history, but it has never been captured.

The most recent change of ownership of Stranszoa was three hundred years ago, during the Modern Magic Revolution, when the commander of the city was none other than Charles. Preston, who was not yet a legend at the time, was a member of the ancient Magic Empire, and although he had the strength to fight against the revolutionary mages, Lord Preston still chose to open the city gates and surrender the city to Herman. Pragues.

As a result of this, Lord Preston was able to enter the High Council after the war, and finally broke through the shackles and advanced to the rank of Legendary Mage.

And Strathzoa became the organization of necromantic mages and the headquarters of the Immortal Throne.

Even in summer, the sun of Stranshoya is still shrouded in a layer of mist, faint and ambiguous, and the clouds slowly move slowly, casting large shadows on the ground, showing vivid light and shadow.

Built in the year 366 of the lunar calendar, Stranszoa follows the rules of the ancient Magic Empire, and the city is divided into three districts.

The lower town is an area where ordinary people live, with markets and shops, as well as layers of bungalows.

The Midtown was originally the domain of the aristocracy, but now it has long been open to the general public, but the price of houses is more expensive than that of the lower city, and most of the buyers of real estate are wealthy merchants or wealthy nobles and mages.

The Upper Town, which had been monopolized by mages for hundreds of years, was not accessible to even nobles, but after the modern magic revolution, it has lost its original mystery and majesty.

Today, the upper town of Strathzoa is filled with a large number of research institutes, and since this is the headquarters of the Immortal Throne, most of the research institutions are also necromantic or engaged in related research, making it a veritable academic city.

In a corner of the upper town of Strathzoa, in a three-story, hexagonal building, a steady and sure voice was coming from a laboratory.

"It's thirteen p.m. and the thirty-sixth test begins."

A man wearing a mask and a white robe spoke, with seven gold trims on his cuffs, showing his status as a high-level mage of the Seven Rings.

The man stared at the petri dish on the table, in which a small mass of blood-colored substance was lying quietly, and he could not see anything unusual.

Above the petri dish is a giant microscope that captures images that are projected directly onto a nearby whiteboard, a myriad of wriggling round objects that have a more colloquial name, cells.

You can see that the cells in the dish are dividing and proliferating, gradually filling the field of view of the microscope, while on the other side of this dish, the lighter cells are slowly dividing and barely visible to the naked eye.

"The dose is twice as high as the previous one, other parameters are the same."

The man asked his assistant to make some simple notes, and then with the mage's hand, he placed the petri dish in another black box next to the table.

There were complex patterns on the box, and when the man touched it, the lines burst into a faint light, and the changes that were invisible to the naked eye were carried out in the black box.

After about ten seconds, the light quickly dimmed, and the man checked the number on the outside of the box before opening it, using the mage's hand to remove the petri dish inside, and put it back under the microscope.

It can be seen that the proliferation rate of cells that were constantly dividing has slowed down significantly, and a large number of cells have died and shown a dull color.

But at the same time, the lighter cells on the other side had also died in half, which made the man frown.

"It was recorded that at 13:08 p.m., the thirty-sixth test, after 12 units of Class III radioactive radiation irradiated under conventional parameters for 10 seconds, most of the ordinary cells were necrotic, and most of the diseased cells were necrotic, and they still maintained proliferation, and the experiment failed."

As the man spoke, several pieces of parchment and quill floating beside his assistant began to write automatically.

"Your Excellency Rockfield, the paper review committee has a paper passed over and wants you to review it."

The assistant glanced at the quill on his right hand and said to him.

"Thesis review committee?"

Man, Javier. Rockfield took off his mask, washed his hands, and dried them with a towel.

"Whose Excellency is it?"

As a high-level mage, he usually needs to review the papers of other colleagues who are also high-level mages, and in a few cases, there will be breakthrough papers of middle-level mages, so Rockfield subconsciously asked.

"Uh...... Not a high-level mage, but a low-level mage...... It's Reiner. Ian Gray's Papers. ”

When the assistant saw the name, he was stunned before he said it tremblingly.

"Him?"

Rockfield was even more surprised, he certainly knew Reiner. Ian Gray is a hot figure in the mercury scale, and in fact, Rockfield's current research on the subject assigned from his teacher Preston is none other than Reiner. Ian Gray's discovery.

But he always felt that this young and promising mage should focus on the alchemy department, why did there be a paper on the necromancy department submitted?

And, Reiner. Ian Gray's paper led to the cognitive collapse of the unlucky guy of the François family, and the high-level mages are all clear, and now this paper, is it also equally innovative?

In three hundred years, there had been no case of a high-level mage's cognitive collapse, and Rockfield was confident in his knowledge, but the rumors surrounding Reiner still left traces in his subconscious.

Rockfield put all these thoughts aside and commanded.

"Send me my paper, and I'll review it here."

The assistant nodded and walked briskly out of the lab, returning to the lab about ten minutes later with a hastily bound paper.

"Peas?"

But when Rockfield saw the title of the paper, he almost laughed dumbly.