"System analysis completed."
Light blue rune lights flashed in the air, and the mechanical female voice was soft and restrained.
Ian nodded slightly.
"Continue testing."
He slowly raised his wand and pointed it at his left arm.
"Sectumsempra."
Accompanied by the cold spell, a cutting light visible to the naked eye burst out instantly.
The sharp air flow cut through the flesh and blood with almost no obstruction, and the entire arm was cut off neatly.
Blood gushed out like a fountain.
But Ian looked calm and didn't even frown.
He just lowered his head and observed the flow of blood, the way the tissue ruptured, and the reaction of magic in it.
A few seconds later, a silent blue flame suddenly ignited at the wound.
The flame spreads along the fracture, the flesh is reorganized in the fire, the flesh and blood reflows, and the bones grow.
A few minutes later, a brand new arm was perfectly restored.
He moved his fingers, and they were as flexible as ever.
"Regeneration successful. Fire Spirit Foundation stable." He recorded calmly.
This experiment verified the core secret of Phoenix Bloodline - that the power of regeneration does not originate from ordinary life energy, but from an independent Flame Dimension.
Ian discovered in previous research that that dimension is filled with original vitality and fire elements, and is the Source where all Phoenix can be "reborn".
Through that dimension, Phoenix can teleport anywhere in the world, and can also restore injured bodies with its fire of life.
What's even more shocking is that every Phoenix leaves a complete copy of itself in that dimension.
When they are killed in this world, they only need to reawaken their consciousness to that "backup" to come back again.
In other words, Phoenix's "immortality" is not a miracle, but a dimensional data transfer.
Ian raised his eyes and said calmly, "I see."
At this moment, he could also feel the breath of that dimension - it was a gentle but eternal fire.
Now, he and Phoenix Bloodline Fusion can also freely enter that space.
--
"Start the First Tier segment."
he ordered.
"Siri, launch strength and agility test."
A black Cosmic Cube body appeared in the center of the room, with a gravity talisman array engraved on its surface.
Ian stretched out his hand to hold it up. Cosmic Cube's body was only a few tens of kilograms at first, but then the weight quickly increased driven by magic.
One minute, five minutes, ten minutes...
His breathing gradually became heavier and sweat covered his forehead.
Fifteen minutes later, he suddenly threw Cosmic Cube's body to the ground.
Boom--
The ground shook and the stone slabs cracked. Immediately, the repair runes flashed automatically, repairing the cracks as before.
"Siri, calculate data."
"Report: The maximum load capacity is 1,263.89 kilograms."
Ian pondered for a moment.
"One point four tons... barely qualified."
This power does not come from Giant or the troll's bloodline, but from the characteristics of Phoenix Feather.
During his genetic design, he recompiled the muscle fibers of the limbs into a "flame tension structure" so that each muscle bundle has a supporting force similar to the Phoenix tail.
--
Then, he started the speed and reaction test.
Running, turning, dodging - the body's reactions are far beyond the Superman limit.
Every movement is precise to the millimeter.
"Not bad." He said to himself.
--
"Next item, Muggles firearm test."
he ordered.
"As you command, sir."
The wall on one side of the room cracked, and a pistol floated up on its own.
The gun was pointed at his chest and fired ten times in a row.
Bang bang bang bang--
The bullet hit the skin and spattered Mars, but failed to leave any trace.
Ian lowered his head and looked: the skin was intact, and even the magic defense was not activated.
"Ordinary firearms are ineffective," he recorded.
"Next item."
The muzzle of the machine gun extended from the wall, and dense flames suddenly spurted out.
The dense rain of bullets almost engulfed him.
Ten seconds later, the gunfire stopped.
Ian Several shallow marks were opened on his chest, and blood beads slid down, but they healed automatically within a few seconds.
"Penetration is less than three millimeters." Siri's voice reported calmly.
Ian nodded. "Not bad. It can resist most Muggles weapons."
--
Then, the room fell into silence.
"Snipe test."
The air seemed to freeze.
Ian Close your eyes.
The next moment, his eyebrows moved slightly, and his body disappeared instantly.
A Snipe bullet passed over the place and sparked in the air.
He reappeared, looking calm.
"Thunderbird's predictive ability - effective."
This talent allows him to sense the precursors of dangerous fluctuations and respond instantly.
He continued to stand where he was, waiting quietly.
The second round Snipe is Accio.
This time, he didn't dodge.
Just when the bullet was only a few centimeters away from the forehead, a transparent shield automatically appeared.
The bullet hit the shield and shattered into powder.
"The automatic defense spell is triggered, and the response time is 0.12 seconds." Siri reported.
Ian nodded slowly.
This is the only modification he made to the soul structure--
A defensive rune embedded deep in the soul, which will automatically activate once a threat is sensed.
He designed this spell as "Soul Guardian".
Its function can not only resist Muggles weapons, but also defend against Dark Magic attacks.
Even "Killing Curse" is theoretically included in the defense scope.
After years of research, he discovered that the essence of this spell is not to destroy the body, but to instantly Annihilation a specific "Life Anchor" - a microscopic energy that connects the soul and the body.
As long as you hold on to that anchor point, your soul will not be cut off.
Therefore, he built a reverse barrier in his soul to protect this Energy Core.
He once tried to make the person who was hit by the Avatar curse Resurrection, but always failed.
Because once the anchor point collapses, the life circuit will be completely broken and cannot be rebuilt.
Even if new vitality is injected into it, it cannot replace the original connection.
He closed the experiment diary and wrote calmly:
"The soul anchor cannot be copied. Research still needs to continue."
--
The final test is a self-examination at the soul level.
He releases his spirit in silent meditation.
The light of the soul spreads like an ocean.
Memory Charm, Legilimency, Imperius Curse, Mind-Breaking Spell--all magic related to the spirit were triggered one by one in his consciousness, and were easily resolved by him.
That feeling of control almost gave him an illusion -
It was as if the magical laws of the entire world were breathing through his fingertips.
When the test ended, there was silence in the white laboratory.
He raised his head and looked at the moonlight outside the transparent dome.
"Strength--it has indeed reached my ideal form."
He smiled faintly, turned and left.
Next, what he wants to start is the creation experiment of Philosopher's Stone.