Chapter 746 Find a Soldier and Cut Mr. Tu Into 5,000 Pieces!

The great magician Bielsa's face immediately stiffened.

Stiff and stiff, he couldn't get angry immediately. The skeleton that was spinning around outside the window, banging its forehead against the window, had an unusual origin, and he might not be able to handle it——

There is no other reason. This thing is the external spokesperson of the Sleepless Tower next door, uh, speaking skeleton.

When the Archmage in the Tower of Sleeplessness was busy experimenting, or because of social fear, or because he didn't want to go out for various reasons, he flew the skeleton out and wandered around on the ground.

The entire top of Igor Peak, up to the star dome of Babel Tower, down to the eight auxiliary towers, has been hit on the forehead by it.

Theoretically, a great magician of level 17 or 18 would be qualified to control it to deliver messages. In fact, God knows who is behind it? Maybe he's the legend on duty in Black Crow Swamp. Where is the Immortal?

Archmage Bielsa had heard that His Excellency the Immortal was particularly concerned about the Nordmark mage in front of him, and had tried several times to snatch him from the Lord of Thunder, but to no avail. There was no other way, the Nordmark mage hugged the plastic thigh tightly and refused to let go.

The tone of the skull's words now doesn't sound like it's being controlled by a legendary mage. But who knows, what if the Immortal Lord stands behind the controller and watches?

The nickname "Lord of Plague" is not for nothing...

With a wave of his hand, he opened the long window. The skull immediately flew in, first nodded to him in a decent manner, tilted the central axis at 30 degrees, and then rotated in a circle toward the surrounding mages at an angle of 15 degrees.

Light body. The movements are smooth. If you compete on stage at this level, winning the championship won't be a problem - as long as skeletons are allowed to participate.

Then, the skull turned to Gretel, tapping its upper and lower jaws lightly, clicking, clicking, in a brisk rhythm. Bielsa, the great magician, felt that if the skull's eye sockets could move, he would definitely be smiling:

"Master Nordmark, when you do research, don't forget us! We provide unlimited corpses of all kinds, do you want them?"

"...It is indeed necessary." Gretel nodded seriously. Although, everyone in Black Crow Swamp, you were a little slow to get the news.

If you get involved before the briefing begins, then hello, me, everyone, let’s negotiate together and discuss what each party can contribute;

If you participate after the briefing session is over and the contract has been signed, you will be just in time to catch the next wave. Conjuration system, prophecy system, transformation system, plus plasticity system, everyone contributes together and shares the fruits together, there will always be another discussion.

You get involved at this point, this...

He could only explain to Archmage Bielsa with an apologetic smile, and also to all the Archmage of the Medical Branch present:

"That's right. The key to CT magic is to use the different densities of human tissue. The same light source passes through different tissues to get different light and dark effects. If there are many sliced ​​tissues, it will be very useful for Talling's self-learning and data accumulation. The essential."

He waved his hand casually, and [Silent Phantom] stood up, summoning images of human anatomy. A horizontal cross-section, a coronal plane that divides the person into front and back parts, and a sagittal plane that divides the person into left and right parts. The three colors overlap and stand on the image:

"The original data received by CT magic is these vertical images, and the output data is a cross-section superimposed to form a three-dimensional image. So, if we cut the tissue horizontally after scanning -"

The three-dimensional anatomy image is divided into upper and lower parts, rising and sinking in the chest part, leaving the middle piece. This piece flew out alone, stood upright, and faced the great magicians:

"Scan it again with CT and you will get much more intuitive data. Comparing the two phases should help Taling calibrate the calculation method and learn quickly."

This paragraph of explanation was simple and clear. Bielsa's expression improved unknowingly and he nodded slightly. Gretel quickly added another fire:

"If possible, I hope that the Taling can display various tissues such as bones, muscles, blood vessels, trachea, internal organs, etc., instead of simple black and white three-dimensional images. And this requires the Taling to accumulate the density of various tissues. Enough data—"

He smiled softly:

"Before, I could only buy some animals and magical beasts, slice them one by one, for the tower spirit to study. This research project ultimately serves us humans. It is very good to have human corpses of all levels and professions as research objects. thing."

"That's right!" The skull spun around again and answered loudly:

"We have all kinds of corpses here! From level 1 to level 10 to level 15, warriors, spellcasters, assassins, archers, we have all kinds of corpses! We can also help cut them! How thick do you want to cut them? ?”

"...0.5 mm per piece, or 0.33 mm per piece." Gretel answered seriously:

"One person can cut 5,000 slices."

With a plop, the skull fell on the table, making a dry and muffled sound.

Archmage Bielsa couldn't help but curl up his lips.

"Uh..." The skull moved around on the table:

"Let's ask the followers of each archmage who has such a steady hand and can slice slices stably and evenly... If it doesn't work, go discuss with the Department of Change and make a slicing machine..."

"It's up to you!" Gretel bowed respectfully and happily. The skull is dejected:

"Okay...we'll try our best..."

With a crash, it completely fell apart (someone said, it is not easy for a skull that is precisely meshed to fall apart like this) and spread out on the table. After a while, I slowly started to fight.

It is too difficult to cut a person into 0.5 mm slices evenly, stably, and completely horizontally, and cut 5,000 slices continuously without being tilted, crooked, or falling apart!

You must know that when this knife is struck, there are skin, muscles, and bones. The hardness is different, and the force on the tip and body of the knife is also different. Cut the bones hard and the meat may fall apart...

What kind of accurate eyes, what kind of steady hands, and what kind of concentrated mind are needed to cut a person into 5,000 even and stable pieces with one knife?

How did this Nordmark mage come up with such harsh research conditions?

By the way, can a level 10 great swordsman do it?

Maybe level 15?

You don’t need a legend!

——Not to mention, if it is a corpse above level 10, it will definitely need a high-level warrior to cut it. Or maybe, see what kind of cutting rays can be controlled accurately?

Others' pain is your own happiness. Looking at the skull looking like it was dying, well, although it always feels a bit strange to use such words to describe the skull, Archmage Bielsa's mood still turned from cloudy to cloudy, and then cloudy to clear:

"Then the matter is settled. The Nordmark mage is responsible for providing the plan and final calibration, the medical branch is responsible for the main research work, and Black Crow Swamp is responsible for providing the corpses and slices. Are there any questions? - If not, come and sign the contract!"

He personally drafted the magical contract, signed his name, and left the secret mark. The medical mages lined up directly below him to sign their names, Gretel started a new line, and the skull...

"Can you sign?"

Gretel hesitated, not sure whether to hand it the quill in his hand and let it bite it in its mouth to sign. The skull was already standing upside down, knocking its head on the parchment and making a muffled sound:

When it floated up again, on the parchment, there were imprints of the left parietal bone, the right parietal bone, the frontal bone, and the "Y" shaped bone seam between the three bones. In the eyes of a surgeon, he is particularly kind.

Then, a ray of light shot out from the eye socket, leaving a dark black secret mark on the magic contract.

Grete turned his head silently and tried to smooth the corners of his mouth. You can't laugh, you must not laugh. We have received strict training. No matter how funny it is, we will never laugh... Brother Skeleton, your method of signing the contract is really unique...

Archmage Bielsa had no intention of laughing. His expression changed slightly, he took back the contract and stared deeply at the mark on the contract.

It is not the personal mark of any magician, nor the mark of any branch of school. That mark was a complete skull, with a small snake protruding from the skull's eye, spitting out a green letter, and then burrowed back into the other eye socket.

This secret mark represents only one organization anywhere:

Black Crow Swamp itself.

So, is the person standing behind you really the Immortal?

He took a deep breath, arranged for the magic contract to be sent to the review meeting for archiving, and began to allocate manpower to conduct research. When Grete returned to the Mage Tower, two sacks were already placed side by side at the entrance of the Mage Tower.

Inside the sack, it was square and square, as if it had been frozen even with the coffin.

Gretel: "..."

"Master Nordmark, these are the two corpses delivered in the first phase, one adult male and female, neither of them are extraordinary." The necromancer who was ordered to deliver the corpses and two servants had been waiting for a long time and hurriedly came up to explain:

"What it means above is that you can just dissect these two bodies as you like, slice them or cut them into pieces. If that's not enough, we will still have them. We are selecting the person who will dissect the bodies, and once they are selected, they will be sent to you as soon as possible.—— Can I bring someone to move in for you?"

"...No need." Grete inhaled, exhaled, inhaled again, and exhaled again. There were many corpses, and he could dissect them at will. It was so luxurious that he was not used to it:

"The body must be processed in advance before it can be cut. I want to think about how to deal with it..."

Well, in my previous life, to prepare tissue section specimens, we needed to soak them in formalin, dehydrate them, and then embed them in paraffin and fix them. How to make formalin?

What to do with paraffin?

Formalin is an aqueous solution of formaldehyde. In today's world, does the liver produce pure formaldehyde in the liver?

In my impression, paraffin is a product of crude oil distillation. Over there, in the transformation system, have you started to get crude oil and refine it?

If neither of these are available, is there any way, whether it's magic or medicine, or something that can be substituted? Like petrification? Like rapid freezing?

"Bernard, come with me to the Alchemy Guild for a walk..."

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