Chapter 195 Subverting the Phlogiston Theory Boom! ! !

Chapter 195 Subverting the phlogiston theory... Boom! ! !

Like the Necromancy School, there is also more than one archmage in the Evocation School who is paying attention to Gretel.

Master Hermann’s teacher in Heartland City, Archmage Lorenz;

Archmage Carlisle who picked him up from the battlefield and brought him back to the Parliament headquarters;

Archmage Qifar, who lectures on sonic magic and brings his thesis to the Council;

And the guy who was banging the table in the Tower of Babel, even for his own sake, was keeping an eye on Gretel's movements, for fear that he would run away.

Naturally, as soon as Gretel's paper was submitted, this news was placed on the desks of all the archmages.

"An improved version of [Burning Hand]? Is it the one I saw?"

Archmage Carlisle's eyes lit up.

That time, he did detect powerful mana fluctuations on the magic compass, and later saw white fire spitting out with his own eyes in the sky. One shot after another, they actually burned out the famous Holy Blessing Technique of the Glory Church, which left a very deep impression on him.

At that time, Gretel was still a first-level mage, so he would never be wrong!

Unfortunately, the Magic Council protects each mage's unique magic very strictly. A strange mage, a little mage with only level 1, created a powerful magic. Even if Carlisle was a level 14 archmage, he really couldn't bear to deceive and coax the other person to hand over the magic.

We can only hope that the other party will finish writing the paper and submit the magic to the parliament so that he can use formal channels to redeem it...

"So this is the white fire magic? What about the magic attached to it? It hasn't been approved yet?"

Archmage Carlisle knocked on the table, and a bird with a fan-shaped crest on its head and three or four black and white stripes on its wings fluttered over and fell into his palm. Archmage Carlisle turned the bird around, pointed it at its mouth, cleared his throat and said:

"Vincent, the improved version of [Burning Hand] magic is the one that Gret Nordmark just submitted. If it passes, let me know and I will exchange it for one."

The bird spreads its wings and flies out. After a while, he came back, opened his mouth, and from the pointed, slightly curved beak, another rich male voice came out:

"You want me to review a level 1 mage's magic? Carlisle, you owe me a meal! I want the bottle of wine you took the photo last time! From Chateau Mailer!"

Archmage Carlisle smiled and shook his head. Only half an hour later, a woodpecker flew out of the magic barrier. Its long, hard beak kept tapping on the barrier. Its little head rose and fell, almost leaving an afterimage:

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk..."

The sound of woodpecking was so intense that it sounded more than ten times a second. Archmage Carlisle covered his forehead and had to wave his hand to open the barrier. The woodpecker rushed in with its wings folded, and before it could stand still, it eagerly opened its beak. The rich male voice from before suddenly became sharper, and its speaking speed doubled as before:

"Carlisle! Where did you find this kid! After giving him such a modification, the power of Level 1 Burning Hand has been pushed to Level 4! Level 4! Is he your apprentice? If not, I will take action!"

Okay, here comes another robber...

Master Carlisle curled his lips. He grabbed a handful of magic crystal powder and sent the woodpecker away. He got up and went to the exchange office of the Mage Tower to swipe his badge. However, Bai Huo did not appear on the redemption list. Carlisle waited and waited and decided to go directly to the 27th floor and ask Vincent for the paper.

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I felt something was wrong. The atmosphere on the entire floor was extremely depressing, like the feeling at the seaside before a storm, and I felt my chest feel tight after taking two breaths. The fifth-, sixth- and even ninth-level magicians passing by were all trembling with fear and subconsciously walking close to the edge of the passage.

Carlisle frowned, strode to Master Vincent's office door, and raised his hand to knock on the door. Just after the first knock, a roar burst out from inside:

"roll!"

"Vincent, I'm Carlisle!"

"roll!!!"

Carlisle was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously took two steps back, took another step, and listened. Soon, he heard Vincent stepping on the floor loudly, his footsteps quick, circling around like a trapped animal:

"It's impossible...it can't be like this...it's absolutely impossible...but...but..."

"Vincent! What's wrong with you!"

Master Carlisle raised his voice worriedly. A magician encounters novel and subversive theories, which is both good and bad for him:

If he can accept it smoothly, this will allow his magic to make great progress and may become an opportunity to advance;

And if this theory is in extreme conflict with his inherent cognition, he has to admit that it is correct...

Every magician's meditation environment is constructed based on his or her own understanding of the world. Above level five, the meditation environment begins to stabilize; above level ten, the meditation environment begins to materialize; and above level fifteen, a mage can even absorb external elements based on his own meditation environment and directly construct a demiplane.

However, once the meditation environment that is already stable and solid enough conflicts with the understanding of the world, the magician will not be able to advance even an inch, and at worst, he will die or be disabled.

The development of the Magic Council, every progress, every theoretical innovation, is based on solidified blood and milky white brains.

The footsteps and mutterings in the room continued. Archmage Vincent turned around seven or eight times and suddenly jumped up:

"I want to verify! Yes, I want to do experimental verification! I won't believe anything until it is verified! Someone! Follow this list and prepare equipment and materials for me!"

The office door opened with a bang. Master Vincent strode out, the corners of his robe flying, and his brown beard exploding like a lion. Low-level mages swarmed forward, took the list, organized the experimental table, set up the retort, and took samples...

Archmage Carlisle quietly stepped aside.

He and Vincent have also been friends for many years. Now he sneaked into his office quietly, took out the papers, and frowned more and more:

Is the phlogiston theory wrong?

Combustion relies on combustibles and that...that thing named O?

If this statement is correct, it completely subverts the theoretical basis of the Plasticization School, regarding combustion, and the element of fire! Moreover, the little mage named Gretel has improved the [Burning Hand] magic according to this theory, and Vincent has personally verified it!

what to do? I am studying the branch of wind element and water element, but my old friend is the best at fire element! Once the theory that he has believed in for many years is falsified, it will be almost a fatal blow to him!

Carlisle was at a loss for a moment. Seeing that the glass dishes in the laboratory were set up and the fire was lit, he had no choice but to make a few copies of the paper, put it in his arms, and went directly to the Tower of Babel not far away:

"Teacher! Teacher! There is an important paper, please read it!"

Ten days later, there was silence in the legendary mage's laboratory on the 378th floor of the Tower of Babel. Led by the legendary mage of the Evocation School, Master Deckard, followed by Archmage Carlisle, a dozen magicians stood in a dense crowd, staring at Archmage Vincent who was operating the experiment in front of them.

Mercury is heated and turns into a red powder.

The volume of air in the container is reduced by one-fifth.

The remaining gas is unable to support combustion or allow the animal to breathe.

The red powder is again subjected to intense heat, and decomposes into mercury and a gas whose volume is exactly equal to the volume previously reduced.

In the newly decomposed gas, the wooden stick that was about to be extinguished was inserted. In an instant, the wooden stick burned violently and emitted a dazzling bright light.

Using the newly decomposed gas as a casting material, the improved [Burning Hand] magic is released. The power of white fire is almost equivalent to the fourth-level [Dragon Breath Technique]...

The contents of the paper, one by one, have all been verified.

The more Vincent did, the paler his face became. He cast out the last spell with trembling hands. The improved white light of [Burning Hands] made his lips pale as paper. There are no more excuses, there is no room for refutation. The essence of combustion, the essence of the fire element, is indeed not phlogiston...

He closed his eyes subconsciously. In an instant, the fire element in the meditation environment violently rioted.

"Vincent! Don't meditate!"

Master Descartes shouted. The sound was like thunder, and the magic circle in the laboratory was also pressed down at the same time, cutting off all elements within 1 square meter. Vincent shook his whole body, blood flowed from his nostrils and ears at the same time, and he sat softly on the ground. Carlisle reflexively rushed forward and stretched out his hand to help: "Teacher..."

Master Deckard could no longer care about him. The legendary mage flicked his sleeves, rose into the air, and stepped in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. His left hand behind his back trembled violently, and his right hand moved forward, upward, and pushed straight out——

"boom!!!"

A violent explosion shook away the dense clouds outside the Tower of Babel.

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