The mental state of the five people sank to the second level simultaneously, and afterward, their minds were instantly linked by invisible threads, condensing into a shared mental network.
Levi immediately felt that his sea of the mind contained four extra distinct and special presences.
Levi could clearly perceive their emotional fluctuations and surface thoughts, yet he could not delve deeply into peeking at their memories.
Of course, they could not probe his mind either; that tall scholar from the Athanean School did not possess the ability to break through the mental shielding rune.
“Is everyone ready?”
This was the mental transmission of the tall man from the Athanean School, echoing in the depths of the other four’s consciousness.
With a shift of intent, Levi and the other three all nodded together, indicating they were ready.
The biological scholar of the Pavoni School was the first to take the stage.
His pupils shone with a glass-like luster, and his line of sight pierced through the flesh and skin of the Thousand Sons warrior before him, reaching straight into the depths of the skeleton and muscle texture.
“Three mutated nodes in the radial artery of the left forearm.”
“One main mutated vein deep in the deltoid muscle of the right shoulder.”
“Traces of Warp energy erosion at the edge of the heart valve; the degree of erosion is relatively light.”
His mouth opened slightly, but his voice resonated in the minds of the other four.
At the same time, the internal human body structure map he detected also abruptly manifested in the shared vision of the five.
Following that, an elderly man in a black robe from the Corvidae School took a step forward.
He closed his eyes, and a faint black mist lingered around his entire body.
Countless fragmented images flashed and vanished within the black mist.
There were scenes of flames losing control, and mutated flesh madly proliferating to devour the host.
There were scenes of the burning sequence being wrong, causing the Thousand Sons warrior’s psychic energy to run rampant and shatter the crystal coffin.
“If the right shoulder is handled first, it will definitely cause psychic energy to flow in reverse.”
“The activity of the mutated node in the lumbar vertebra must be blocked first.”
Levi nodded slightly, and following the instructions of the Corvidae School, he extended a finger burning with Warp flame and pointed it at the crystal coffin.
Immediately, a surge of scorching energy twined around the crystal coffin, illuminating the Thousand Sons warrior’s body.
Under the psychic reinforcement, restraint, and suppression of the Raptora School’s scholar, Levi began to gradually seep the violent Warp flame into that pale and stiff body of the Thousand Sons warrior.
“Get ready.”
The voice of the Athanean scholar fell.
Levi’s consciousness perfectly synchronized with the perception of the Pavoni scholar, accurately locking onto the latent mutated cyst in the third lumbar vertebra.
“Three.”
“Two.”
“One.”
“Burn!”
The golden flame in Levi’s hand instantly spurted out, accurately striking that mutated cyst invisible to the naked eye.
The flame flashed, and the mutated cyst melted away upon contact.
Subsequently, the flame slowly extinguished.
The Pavoni scholar immediately scanned to confirm.
“The mutated cyst in the lumbar vertebra has been completely removed, no damage to the surrounding normal tissue.”
“Next, the main mutated vein in the right shoulder.”
The procedure proceeded in an orderly manner.
The five people cooperated flawlessly, the mental link ensuring their movements did not detach in the slightest.
The Raptora School continuously maintained the stable output of psychic energy.
The Corvidae School constantly scanned the future, preemptively avoiding every risk that might appear.
The Pavoni School provided real-time feedback on the effects of the burning, while simultaneously carrying out the work of mending flesh and blood.
The Athanean School acted like an exact conductor, controlling the rhythm of the entire surgery.
Levi concentrated his full attention; his psychic control was precise to the extreme.
Every eruption and extinguishing of the flame was flawless.
The extreme control honed through the training of wizarding apprentices in the wizarding world was on full display at this moment.
He even had spare capacity to silently calculate every detail of this psychic surgery in his heart, planning how to organize this knowledge and sell it to the Myriad Realms Nexus after returning home.
Time slipped away minute by minute, second by second.
The psychic light refracted by the crystal dome gradually turned from the less dazzling golden-white of midday to a soft sunset orange-red, and then from orange-red to the cold silver-blue light of deep night.
When Levi used the flame one last time to clear away a trace of Warp energy erosion at the edge of the Thousand Sons warrior’s right heart valve, the entire hall had already fallen into dead silence.
Only the other groups in the distance were still busy carrying out surgeries.
“All mutated areas have been completely removed.”
The voice of the Pavoni scholar carried unconcealable exhaustion.
“Comprehensive scan conducted again; no residual mutated tissue found.”
“Psychic fluctuations are stable.”
“Vital signs are normal.”
“Within the next ten minutes, no abnormal risks.”
The five people simultaneously let out a sigh of relief and disconnected the mental link.
The prolonged high concentration of mental energy left everyone with pale faces, their foreheads covered in cold sweat.
Levi shook his somewhat numb wrist; he felt his mental power was almost completely exhausted.
Of course, the final step remained.
The Pavoni School scholar raised his hand, and a pale blue bolt of biological lightning instantly struck the Thousand Sons warrior.
A surge of tenacious vitality began to spread within his body.
In just a moment, the Thousand Sons warrior, whose eyes had been tightly shut, abruptly opened them.
The madness and chaos in his eyes were gone, leaving only the confusion and exhaustion of surviving a disaster.
He stared at the crystal dome above his head and said hoarsely:
“I…
survived?”
He took the initiative to push open the lid of the crystal coffin, sat up, and shook his still somewhat dizzy head.
At the same time, Magnus on the high platform also witnessed this scene.
With a flash, he teleported beside the crystal coffin.
The first time the Thousand Sons warrior saw Magnus, he instinctively recognized that this was his genetic father.
He staggered down from the crystal coffin, knelt on one knee, and choked with emotion:
“Thank you, my father, for granting me a second life.”
Magnus helped this Thousand Sons warrior up, then pulled his first successfully saved son, strode up to the high platform, and raised his arms to shout.
“Keep it up, everyone!
We have succeeded!
The Curse of the Thousand Sons will eventually be broken!”
Below the stage, the remaining scholars of the five great schools stopped their surgeries one after another.
Gazing at their leader, they erupted into deafening cheers.
Standing below the stage and watching the increasingly fanatical Magnus, Levi frowned.
He still believed it wasn’t that simple.
Even though he was the creator of this seemingly successful surgery, he judged, based on his knowledge from the wizard world, that this surgery actually treated the symptoms but not the root cause.
It belonged to Magnus’s wishful thinking.
Yet in this surgery, Levi saw the power of psykers.
Although it couldn’t compare to the power and miraculousness of an official wizard, it also had its own unique aspects.
He was pondering a way out.
His wizard talent was truly poor, even with a different body.
But his psychic talent was considerable, yet it was impossible for him to give up the power system of wizards.
He was thinking of a way to have the best of both worlds, to see if he could select a method suited for him from that vast and ever-present system shop.
“Everyone, it is already deep into the night.
You five may disperse, rest well, and come back tomorrow.”
Magnus came to the side of Levi and the other four, speaking gently.
Afterward, Levi and the other four all greeted Magister Magnus, then dragged their exhausted bodies and left the Pyramid of Photep.