Chapter 310.
Chapter 310 Resurrection
Saul stood at the entrance to the 20th floor of the Sorcerer’s Tower and watched as Mentor Kaz pressed his hands on the bronze gates and forcefully opened both doors at the same time.
It was dark inside the gates.
As the doors were pushed open, the gap widened a little and the candlelight from the corridor tilted in.
“Hee hee …… soooo ……”
“Suck it up suck it up ……”
“Buzz buzz buzz ……”
Saul was in a trance as if he saw something behind the door wincing at the candlelight and was scattering and fleeing.
At the same time there were strange, child-like playful sounds coming into his brain.
Mentor Kaz didn’t go in immediately after pushing the door open, he stopped to catch his breath and said to Saul, “The doors here are different from the ones on the first floor of the East Tower, you need to push both the left and right doors open at the same time and wait for a while until the light disperses the little things inside before entering.”
Kaz paused here as if to take a breath, the act of pushing open the bronze gates seemed unusually physically demanding.
With that, Saul heard him laugh to himself, “People are getting old, their eyes are not working well, and their mental power is not working either. After you go in with me, you will mark your spiritual power on the door lock, so you can come over by yourself later.”
Mentor Kazi’s appearance was indeed very old. But Saul remembered that there were many ways to extend one’s lifespan once one advanced to become a full-fledged sorcerer.
What really affected the average age of wizards was not its natural lifespan, but the tomorrows and accidents that did not know when they would come.
Listening to Mentor Katz’s exclamation, he seemed to really feel that he was already old.
At this time, there were no more of those strange and thin voices inside the gate, but Mentor Katz was still standing outside the gate, seemingly still waiting for something.
Saul’s heart stirred, perhaps Mentor Katz was waiting for those little things to run clean.
After standing in the same place for another three minutes, Mentor Katz led Saul into the bronze gate.
The moment he passed through the plane of the door frame, the temperature plummeted by a dozen degrees.
The temperature inside the Sorcerer’s Tower was originally slightly cooler all year round. The body temperature was less than ten degrees Celsius.
It was only that the physical qualities of the mentors and apprentices were far superior to ordinary people, so they would not feel the cold, much less catch a cold.
However, when the temperature plummeted to below zero, and Saul was only wearing a long shirt, plus a cloak that leaked on all sides. He then practically felt a chill.
However, the skin around his body began to heat up slightly, surprisingly spontaneously resisting the coldness of the outside world.
Soon Saul was completely free of discomfort.
Between walks, he looked at his naturally swinging arms, “My skin around my body can easily conduct spiritual and magical energy, is it sensing my intention to warm up, so it started to heat up on its own?”
The second generation’s Spirit Eating Ester, it’s really much stronger than the first generation’s plastic bones ah!
After adapting to the low temperature here, Sol then raised his head to observe the interior of the lab.
He was then somewhat surprised, realizing that this place was actually a huge circular room.
A whole area without any division.
Aside from the little distance of the ramp and the bronze door, this laboratory occupied the entire remaining area of the twentieth floor.
The most abundant thing in this laboratory was not various materials, but a single cold sarcophagus.
These sarcophagi were arranged as neatly as the corpses in the second storage room, with one meter separating each coffin.
Some of these coffins were tightly covered with lids; some had lids that were staggered a bit to leak a seam; others simply stood against the side of the sarcophagus, letting what was inside be presented without any concealment.
This place was not at all like a laboratory, but rather like a morgue.
Saul followed Mr. Katz’s footsteps slowly forward, their footsteps were very small, as if they were afraid of disturbing the sleeping souls here. But Saul was very skeptical that the guy sleeping here had such a thing as a soul.
For as he passed the first half-open sarcophagus and peered inside, he saw a very common puppet doll used to test spiritual talent.
This doll was exactly like the kind that had been pinched out of Mentor Katz’s lab and Mentor Langham’s body. It was not known how this one could even be lying here.
Out of curiosity, while passing by this half-open sarcophagus, Saul probed his body to the side.
Immediately afterward, he saw that the puppet that was originally lying quietly in the sarcophagus suddenly adjusted 30 degrees to his side.
The puppet’s head and neck did not have a movable mechanism, so it was turned around with its entire body. The other half of the shoulder was slightly off the ground, hanging in the air without any support.
As Saul’s eyes swept over the puppet’s empty eyes, he heard the familiar cry for help again, yet unlike before this time he felt no dizziness, nor was he mentally burdened in the slightest.
The diary still floated slowly up and down within his mental body, it was not even open to show respect to the puppet.
The puppet continued to reorient itself as Saul continued to move forward.
Its “eyes” were fixed on Saul, but it could only go so far. The strange phenomena it displayed didn’t even make Saul pause for a moment for him.
Perhaps because it hadn’t been watching for long, the mournful “kill me” didn’t come from within it this time.
Mentor Katz didn’t give Saul any instructions the whole time.
In his opinion, the contents of the lab were safe, or were safe enough for Saul.
Saul came across a second open sarcophagus with a fully clothed female lying in it.
At first glance he thought it was a well-preserved corpse. But at the second glance he confirmed that it was not a human corpse either, but an anthropomorphic figure made of some material.
A hundred percent restored, equal-sized humanoid doll.
Saul’s face was a bit complicated, could this room be full of such dolls?
Although Mentor Kaz had never turned around, he could understand Saul’s feelings.
Every person who was authorized to participate in this experiment had this expression when they first came to this circular laboratory.
It was only that some were surprised and some were excited.
“As you can imagine, there are mannequins here made of various materials. Different sizes and materials, but the most numerous are mannequins made from corpses, though we call them containers.” Mentor Katz walked all the way to the circular table in the center of the lab before speaking.
“I think you’ve more or less guessed what our main research project is.”
Thor nodded, “The Tower Master once told me that he was going to resurrect Mrs. Yura.”
Mentor Katz’s expression went into a trance for a moment, his voice becoming a little wavering.
“Yes …… resurrection.” He pressed one of his hands on the round table and closed his eyes as if organizing his words, “This is a very, very difficult subject, and the only advantage we have is that the souls we hold in the hands of the Tower Masters are intact, awake, and neither transformed into a spiteful spirit nor tainted with an evil spirit. Therefore our experiment amounts to starting from the second half of the process.”
“But as far as this second half is concerned, our progress is also very slow.”
Mentor Katz sighed, “In fact, death and resurrection should be a field only touched by fourth-order sorcerers. They explore the mysteries of space and life. A powerful Fourth Order full-fledged sorcerer can even switch between death and resurrection multiple times.”
“So without fear of you laughing, I didn’t think much of this experiment at first. I thought that it was rather ahead of its time in the field of knowledge, and that it would only bring us danger and contamination.”
“But Lord Tower Master ……,” Mentor Kazi sidled her head with a “you know what” expression, “he has always liked to challenge high-level fields. ”
Chapter 2 at night
(End of chapter)