Chapter 162: Man made (2)

"Huh? It's so late, there are people?" The slightly fat man saw Fang Lang, and he looked up and said, "Which research group are you from? The face you haven't seen before?"
"Good evening, I am Douglas, a researcher who has just arrived, and the research I participated in is'super long-distance fixed-point magic blasting'."
Fang Lang replied calmly. He recognized the person in front of him. The other party was the director of the Magic Development Bureau, the one who took office after Brian left.
"Oh, I'm still doing research late at night, thank you for your hard work." The chubby, sloppy man scratched his head and didn't care. Instead, he walked to the console and pressed it quickly. A lot of information popped out on the screen.
Fang Lang watched for a while, instead of leaving in a hurry, he asked curiously, "Director Dean, are you here to check the information?"
"Ah, the research has encountered a little trouble." The scruffy man said without looking back. He took a loaf of bread from his pocket and started to gnaw.
"Really, what are you researching, maybe I can help you out."
"The study of the stars is not the study of the gates of the constellations." Dean said vaguely, "Humans need a medium to enter the astral world, and I want to create this medium artificially."
"Enter the astral world?" Fang Lang was startled.
"Don't you think it's a pity?" Dean turned his head suddenly, looked at Fang Lang, and said, "The Protoss Magic is so powerful, but you need a key to use it, and there are only twelve zodiac signs. Create a key, and countless celestial wizards will be born."
This person was crazy, and Fang Lang made a judgment.
Although he didn't know much about Protoss magic, he still knew a little when chatting with Lucy occasionally.
The keys of the zodiac are all the protoss of their respective constellations, which are made by the power of the protoss king. It can be said that the key itself is the power of a protoss.
Want the key to the artificial zodiac, what is the difference from the artificial protagonist?
After thinking about it, Fang Lang still didn't say much. The other party certainly knew this, but he was still preparing to study, and it seemed that he had made quite a discovery.
"Why, are you not optimistic about this research?" Dean smiled and said, "Well, before any magic was born, it was like this. People always say, this is impossible, this can't be done, this is absolutely impossible. ...Why can people catch fire and use fire? Does the magic of fire exist?"
After a pause, he said again: "No, magic does not exist, it was created by the ancestors, so it appeared for the first time, and gradually formed a routine. Other people began to learn, and gradually, through genetic inheritance, it was born. People with magical talents appeared."
"No... I just think that the artificial Protoss key is invading the realm of the astral world. No one likes their own home, and the tunnel is opened by others." Fang Lang was very calm, "I never said it was impossible, the world Nothing is impossible."
"Hahaha, you're quite clever, yes, research should have this mentality." Dean laughed, but the bread stuck in his throat and coughed again and again.
After a while, he took out a silver key, threw it to Fang Lang, and said proudly: "Try it! This is an achievement that has reached the mass production level."
"... Actually made it." Fang Lang was surprised, but his expression remained the same as usual, "I'm sorry, I don't know how to use Protoss Magic."
"Don't need that kind of thing. It's common sense that you need a key to open the door, but I didn't say that you need Protoss magic."
Holding doubts, Fang Lang tried to inject magic power, then chanted, "Turn it on..."
As the voice fell, Fang Lang's sacred magic power lit the key, and then the space was distorted, and a small figure suddenly appeared.
The whole body is golden, with a pointed nose, short legs, and a soft and weak appearance.
"Look, it's successful. This is Canis." Dean said complacently. "Although there are hundreds of keys to Canis in the market, this one is not. It is not passed down from the astral world. , It is a key made by me."
Fang Lang was surprised again. He was a layman and didn't understand the mystery, but even so, he could still understand the difficulty of wanting an artificial protoss key.
"Where are the signs of the zodiac?"
"Um..." Dean said in a speechless voice, "Can't do it. It's impossible... No, it's almost impossible. To make a key to the zodiac, I need the original key, and I can't get it. Things, and even if they can be summoned forcibly, there is no way to guarantee that the Protoss will obey."
Fang Lang probably understands this. In fact, even the zodiac sign can be created by Dean, but the success rate of the summoning cannot be guaranteed, and after success, the Protoss will recognize the person who summoned him.
"So that's the case, I think the Secretary can definitely do it, please don't give up." Fang Lang nodded and smiled: "It's so late, I'll leave first, and you should rest earlier."
With that, he turned and left.
Dean sat in front of the console and didn't move for a while. After a long time, he shook his head, picked up the key on the side, and placed it in his hand to look at it.
His gaze was very cold, unlike before.
"The magic of the holy attribute... is as expected by Chairperson Anne, what is their purpose?"
Thinking like this, Dean stood up, walked to the information shelf, took a few random glances, and realized the difference.
"I've read a lot, eh? I'm missing a volume, so it turns out, it's a letter to the appointment, a study on the enhancement of magic."
Dean was still sloppy, but his mind was clear. He squeezed the key in his hand and gently put it in his hand.
"Artificial? How could it be..."
the other side.
Fang Lang returned to the room, but found that Uludia had already returned first.
"What's the result?" As soon as Fang Lang entered the door, Uludia got up and asked: "I have got it here, but..."
"There is no time. I am preparing to evacuate. It has been exposed." Fang Lang's expression was calm, his appearance was domineering, he instantly enveloped the entire Magic Development Bureau, "Go!"
As he said, he took Ulutia's hand, broke through the window, and withdrew from the air.
After they left, the door of the room was knocked open, and a large group of guards rushed in.
"Director!" Gabriel looked ugly.
"Well, let them go." Dean said lazily: "It's late night, everyone rest early."..
If you like Pirate's Infinite Wings, please collect it: (EbookFREE.me) Pirate's Infinite Wings has the fastest literature update.