When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#451 - Magic Fungus

Autumn Twilight Island, Mechanical Palace.

In a laboratory on the second floor of the side hall, Sylviane sat in a wheelchair, holding a wooden clipboard, writing in the experiment log according to the time.

The walls of the laboratory were painted with white lime, and in the center was a thick iron bed, with many scratch marks with dark red bloodstains on the edges of the bed.

At this moment, the man, firmly fixed on the bed with several leather belts, chains, and iron nails, twisted his body with a hideous expression, his muscles trembling, his whole body was morbid red.

This knight, who had once cruelly massacred a family of fourteen farmers, was bound on the iron bed, his mouth stuffed, looking at Sylviane with a pleading look, making a muffled cry for help.

But Sylviane, sitting aside, had no expression, just gently wagging her tail, watching the hyperplastic tissue and瘤球 on his skin, and the bulging blood vessels breaking through the skin.

Blood spurted out like tiny fountains, and the knight finally couldn't bear it, his eyes wide open, and stopped breathing.

A Fu next to him stepped forward, leaned over his chest and listened for a long time, before shaking his head at Sylviane.

"Sigh, the ninth one." Over this period, Sylviane's classical pronunciation had dissipated a lot, and only at the end of sentences could some strange tones be heard.

After scratching the report of the ninth experiment, Sylviane lowered her tail in disappointment.

This was already the ninth death row inmate, but her efforts to reduce the virulence of the witch virus had not been successful.

Since Horn left, Sylviane had been thinking about the mystery of Holy Favor infection. If it weren't for Gils forcing Sylviane to go to the yard to move around every day, she wouldn't have planned to go downstairs.

Regarding the infection of the Holy Favor, Sylviane had made considerable progress in her research after having the crystal coverslip and microbial theory given by Horn.

Snapping her fingers, several Cheka at the door automatically pushed the door open and carried the body of the death row inmate out of the room.

With her back to the maids and A Fu who were cleaning the room, Sylviane turned her wheelchair to the wooden table.

On the wooden table in front of her was a lampstand.

This lampstand was made of cypress wood cylinder. The wood cylinder was filled with fluorite, and a nail-sized hole was opened above the wood cylinder, and Ying white light was emitting from the hole.

After dripping two drops of skin scrap mixed with slime liquid on the crystal coverslip, and adding a drop of the turbid liquid next to it, Sylviane closed the coverslip and placed it on the lampstand.

After putting eye drops in her eyes twice, Sylviane leaned back, raised her head, and put the back of her head on the woolen soft cushion of the backrest, looking blankly at the ceiling.

But in just a blink of an eye, faint white light shot out from her original black and white eyes, and she suddenly looked down at the crystal coverslip on the table.

Staring fixedly at a focal point, in her original vision, everything outside the focal point was blurred.

The next second, she was clearly sitting still in place, but in her eyes, the surrounding environment seemed to be speeding past, and the focal point in front of her was constantly magnifying, as if she herself was shrinking infinitely.

Until the blur gradually faded, Sylviane could still feel her hands holding the crystal coverslip, but her soul seemed to be placed in an ocean.

Around her, countless ghost sea monsters were wantonly swimming and wriggling their bodies. Some of them were oval with octopus-like tentacles, and some were rectangular with crab-like pincers.

Without exception, they all had translucent bodies with faint blue light like ghosts, and Sylviane could clearly see their empty internal organs through their skin.

Although their internal organs were different from any normal creature.

And behind these countless ghost sea monsters, there was something like a floating island, on which grew several sections of transparent meat trees that seemed to be intertwined.

According to Horn's explanation in the letter, this thing is the peripheral nerve cells under human skin.

At this moment, this group of nerve cells is being attacked by a group of spider-like microorganisms.

Compared with the surrounding ghost sea monsters, this spider-like microorganism is the size of an ordinary sea fish, but it is more ferocious than ordinary microorganisms.

They pounced frantically on those nerve cells, injected red toxins into the translucent body. Those nerve cells began to twitch after being injected with the toxin.

This group of spider-like microorganisms is the source of witch disease infection, a microorganism that only exists in witches and degenerates generationally in low-magic environments - Witch magic-loving bacteria.

Sylviane named it magic-loving bacteria because it is a bacterium that can only survive in a rich magic environment.

Using traditional wizarding theory plus Horn's microbial theory to explain, this is a micro-magic creature.

This magic-loving bacteria will die quickly after contacting the outside low-magic environment, but after contacting human body, especially subcutaneous tissue, there is a certain probability of survival.

In the low-magic environment of ordinary mortals, magic-loving bacteria will have a primitive impulse to self-rescue.

They will release a toxin and inject it into the nerve cells of living beings.

Although I don't understand what happened later, it was this action that led to various malformations in witch disease patients and produced more magic.

The magic-loving bacteria itself will also split and reproduce, giving birth to the next generation that needs less magic environment to survive.

This is the whole process of witch disease infection.

It is undeniable that there are still many unsolved problems.

Why does this magic-loving bacteria only appear in witches?

Why does the toxin only change nerve cells to change the entire human body?

Why do patients after malformations produce more magic?

So far, these questions remain unknown.

But at least the millennium puzzle of how witch disease is transmitted has been revealed in the hands of Sylviane, a witch with rare divination magic.

Sylviane's greatest achievement in the past three months has been discovering a way to steadily spread witch disease.

Even in the past two weeks, Sylviane has had new discoveries.

That is, after the magic-loving bacteria is mixed with a light golden spherical bacteria, it can greatly improve the survival rate of the magic-loving bacteria.

It solves the fatal but weak transmission defect of witch disease in one fell swoop.

Since this research only started after Jeanne and Horn left, Sylviane has not started the next plan for the time being.

Sylviane had a guess that the magic-loving bacteria in each witch's body might be different, resulting in different properties of magic in witch disease patients infected by them.

Then Horn is a male witch, and his witch disease patients, that is, the symptoms of Holy Favor are very small.

Does this mean that his magic is gentler or that his magic-loving bacteria is a rare low-toxicity magic-loving bacteria?

It would be great if Horn came back, Sylviane supported her face with her left hand, and the feather pen in her hand unconsciously slid on the table.

Of course, this is not Sylviane looking forward to seeing Horn, it's just that the research has reached a bottleneck.

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"What's the matter? Didn't I say not to disturb me when I'm experimenting." Sylviane's cold voice made the Cheka at the door shiver.

He has personally seen how many hard men cried bitterly or were scared into incontinence after entering this small house. So far, no one has survived.

The corpses of dead rabbits, pigs, sheep, and mice are countless.

"No, it's not intentional to disturb you." The Cheka swallowed his saliva and swallowed the fear into his stomach, "The front outpost sent a message that His Majesty Holy Grandson will arrive at Autumn Twilight Island to inspect in the near future."

"When?"

The originally drooping tail spun like a propeller.