Soul space, conference hall of the institute.

　　 Cumberland stood beside Todd with a sad face, watching the replay of the battlefield on the screen.

The giant spherical necromancer in the picture, accompanied by a loud noise, slammed into the shield wall of the Crusade Army. Flames and lightning hit the necromancer, which seemed to have no effect. After countless parasites crawled into the shield, they gnawed. Eat those soldiers who swear to die.

　　 Todd looked at the scene in front of him and asked in a low voice, "Fifty-five people were killed?"

　　 Cumberland nodded and said, "Most of the dead were the orcs who were responsible for maintaining the shield wall during the first impact."

　　 Todd stretched out his hand to pause the image, looked at the strange necromancer in the screen, and asked: "In the previous report, there has never been such an enemy?"

　　 Cumberland said affirmatively: "Yes, I have never seen or heard of such a thing."

Todd stared at the picture carefully, and said: "An organic core composed of parasites, through the continuous adsorption of corpses to achieve the purpose of strengthening itself...It seems that the host becomes a parasite, and the parasite has turned into a parasite instead. Host."

　　 Cumberland sighed: "Your Majesty, I am a martial artist. I don't understand the profound truths, but I know there is something, so this is the battle I messed up."

　　 Todd waved his hand to continue playing the video, and said, "I have watched the replay of the entire battle. In that case, no one can do better than you. You don't need to blame yourself."

　　 Cumberland: "If I can be more careful, be more careful..."

Todd waved his hand to interrupt the old knight’s self-blame: “The battlefield is changing rapidly. It is impossible to predict every detail. What a good commander should do is to respond correctly and quickly to emergencies. Choice... Have you forgotten? This is what you taught me..."

　　 Cumberland smiled bitterly and whispered: "Your Majesty..."

　　 Todd continued to ask, "How about the Crusaders?"

　　 Cumberland: "What else... The shamans united to attack the Knights, because on the battlefield, I ordered the Knights to culminate the infected soldiers."

　　 Todd looked at Cumberland: "I can tell them to shut up."

　　 Cumberland shook his head: "No need, Your Majesty. Any sensible person will understand my difficulties at that time... Sooner or later these shamans will be able to figure this out clearly, not to mention this is a victory."

Todd closed the battlefield projection, turned and said to Cumberland: "This wave of dead corpses is just the prelude to the next battle. In the near future, more and more dead will attack Twilight City. I hope the knights The regiment and the Crusade can be prepared to face everything that follows."

　　 Cumberland stood up straight: "As long as there is one day with me, no enemy will even want to step into Twilight City for half a step."

　　 After saying this, Cumberland bent down and said to Todd: "But, your Majesty, if you stay in the city, it will be a great help to morale."

Todd shook his head and said: "As I said before, the next battle will not only be our battle, it will be a duel of life and death. We must try our best to gather allies, the Southern Empire, The Legion of Discord, the Presbyterian Church... In short, all forces may influence the outcome of this battle. And I, staying in the city will not help all of this."

　　 Cumberland saw Todd's intentions resolutely, so he stopped persuading: "Your Majesty, I understand... But you are alone, be careful about everything..."

　　 Todd smiled and comforted him: "I can guarantee my safety."

　　 Suddenly, a wave of ripples rose on the wall of the conference hall.

　　Wayne Dunlop, who was wearing a lab coat and staring at dark circles, walked into the room.

　　 Cumberland glanced at Wayne, then saluted Todd: "Your Majesty, please allow me to leave first."

　　 The latter nodded, and Cumberland disappeared into the air.

　　 Todd looked at Wayne who was crumbling in front of him, frowned and asked, "How long have you not rested?"

　　 Wayne counted with his fingers: "Two days? Three days? I can't remember. Sleep is not a big deal for me."

　　 Todd said seriously: "If you want to do your job well, then sleep is the most important thing. I don't want to see you fall on the research table!"

　　 Wayne nodded helplessly.

　　 Todd slowed down his tone: "Next, let's talk about business. You come to me. It's the Necrovirus antibody research. There is progress?"

　　 Wayne said: "It can be said that there is, or it can be said that there is no."

　　 Todd: "To elaborate."

　　 Wayne: "We took a living sample from Marcus, the patient zero, from his nerve center, and obtained a large number of plasma cells through screening, separation and culture..."

　　 Todd interrupted him: "Where is Marcus? Is he in good condition?"

　　 Wayne was stunned, and then said: "Oh, he's okay, there is some stress after the operation, but it's not a big deal, I will continue to talk about the previous..."

"Through those plasma cells, I separated a large number of globulins. In their morphology, they have lectins, sediments, antitoxins, lysins, opsonins, neutralizers, etc., and I spent a lot of Time to filter and classify these functional forms."

　　 Wayne said this, paused for a moment, and suddenly said: "Your Majesty, do you remember an experiment I once did, the weight experiment of the soul?"

　　 Todd frowned, he was a little uncomfortable with Wayne's jumping thinking.

　　It was clearly about the virus antibody, why did it suddenly get to the soul?

Wayne also said to himself there: "During my screening of classified antibodies, I suddenly became interested in Marcus, a dead soul with a human soul. He is obviously dead, but his soul How does it work?"

　　 "I extracted a part of his nerve cells and some necrotic parasites connected to it, and found a very interesting phenomenon."

　　 Todd was also aroused at this time: "Interesting phenomenon?"

　　 "Put this part of the living body on a weight counter, and the number on the counter changes constantly, sometimes lighter and sometimes heavier."

　　 Todd asked: "Are you sure you have eliminated all interference factors?"

Wayne: "Yes, air, temperature, gravity, humidity... I'm sure I have eliminated all interfering factors~lightnovelpub.net~ but the weight of this part of the living tissue stripped from Marcus's body, it does It's always changing."

　　 Todd groaned: "The experiment you did at Muxi University, when humans die, they will lose weight."

Wayne: "So, I was thinking, assuming that the soul really has weight, it is normal for humans to lose weight when they die; but the weight of the nerves infected by the necrotic parasite changes repeatedly, does it mean The necromantic parasite acts as a kind of channel, allowing the host’s soul to connect to a certain place and shuttle back and forth."

　　 Todd became more confused as he listened: "Passage? Shuttle? What are you trying to say?"

　　 Wayne took a deep breath and decided to explain it in more detail: "Your Majesty, I once read a book in the Heavenly Kingdom Library called Wave-Particle Duality."

　　 Todd remembered that he had indeed read the book in his previous life, but only remembered the contents of the book.

Wayne: "Any microscopic particle, when locked by consciousness, will collapse into a localized point particle; however, when consciousness is no longer locked to it, it will form a diffusion wave that spreads in any space. Any place."

　　 Todd widened his eyes: "I'm still not sure what all this has to do with the soul...?"

Wayne said anxiously: "Your Majesty, isn't it obvious? The so-called soul is actually such a particle. When it is in the consciousness of a living creature, it exists as a point particle, and therefore generates weight. ; However, once it is released by consciousness, then it becomes a diffusion wave and no longer possesses quality."

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