At almost the same time, in a certain underground laboratory, Edwin Antonio, wearing sterile work clothes, walked into a laboratory under the leadership of an experimenter.
There is about twenty square meters of space here, surrounded by cold tempered glass walls. In the center of the laboratory is an alloy bed covered with magic patterns and with thick and thick supports. Lying on it is a young girl, covered by five thick strips.
Black iron chains like arms tightly cuffed her neck, hands and feet, making her unable to move at all.
Next to the alloy bed, there are various instruments, including electrocardiographs, magic energy monitors, etc. There are also two infusion stands, which are injecting two liquids of different colors into the girl.
"What kind of medicine is this?"
Edwin Antonio approached and looked at the medicine bottle: "Can you tell me? She looks in pain and is twitching."
"The light gray one is Norma Injection, a liquid that can produce strong negative emotions."
This voice came from a middle-aged man in front of the magic energy monitor. The man replied calmly: "As for the red one, it is a mixture of energy potions and growth-promoting potions. The pain is certain. Anyone can
Within half a month, someone who grows from the skeletal age of an eleven-year-old to a fourteen-year-old will suffer extreme pain. Do you know the Ling Chi of the Orientals? I think it is ten times more painful than that."
"Is it that powerful?"
Edwin Antonio turned his eyes to Hazel Wildenstein on the bed with some admiration: "Did you block her mouth?"
"I only put braces on her. This girl has a very strong character. She almost bit off her tongue just now."
"If this were not the case, she would not be qualified to be His Highness's resurrection egg!"
Antonio's eyes showed a sense of inquiry: "So how is her current situation? Can she meet the above requirements?"
"It's very troublesome. Her physical problems are difficult to deal with. Our original plan was to accelerate her body growth to fourteen when she was thirteen, right? And Hazel
In her current mood, although I have used various psychotropic drugs on her, she still has illusions in her heart."
The middle-aged man looked helpless: "I guess she hopes someone will come to save him. This is an unrealistic fantasy, right? She actually expects a sixteen-year-old boy with both parents to come and save her. I think this world
There is nothing more ridiculous than this. But the problem is that her will is very strong and determined.
I firmly believe in this unrealistic fantasy. I think it will be difficult for me to change her unless I see the person she placed her hope on die with my own eyes. Our original plan was to spend two years letting her understand the world.
It’s desperate, but now you allow me to do this kind of thing in these fifteen days.”
Antonio smiled bitterly and said: "I think so too, but if I really do this, Dwight Payton will fight me hard. Others call him Payton who is not easy to mess with."
The middle-aged man couldn't help but spread his hands: "Then there is nothing I can do, Antonio. If her negative emotions cannot reach the threshold, there is no way to trigger the egg of resurrection."
"Okay, I know this is a bit overwhelming."
Antonio shrugged: "If you really can't do it, forget it. The illusionist sent from above is on the way. What you have to do now is to adjust her body with all your strength and keep her mood as extreme as possible.
In such a bad state, this can always be done—"
Just as Antonio was saying this, from the corner of his eye, he spotted someone waving to him outside the glass wall.
That was Cajelen, one of his most loyal and capable men, who was responsible for the gang's intelligence collection work, so Antonio stepped out without hesitation: "What's going on?"
"I have collected some information here about Andre Lee Wildenstein."
The man named Cajelen looked solemn: "Just this afternoon, this man who is recruiting at the Cardinals Club and many magic professionals who are looking for jobs in Atlanta have received inquiries from him. I guess he
The scale of this recruitment should exceed a hundred people. As for this person’s purpose, his intentions are unknown.”
"One hundred people? Wow, is this young Mr. Wildenstein planning to hire people to start a war with me?"
Antonio chuckled carelessly at first, and then he saw murderous intent: "Continue to pay attention, if you can get more accurate information, it would be better. If he really has such a wish, then I will be happy to send him to hell."
At this time, no one in the laboratory noticed that Hazel, who should have been unconscious in severe pain, had her eyelids trembling slightly at this moment, and the fingers of both hands also shrank slightly.
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At 11:35 in the middle of the night, in the abandoned chemical factory, Li Mochen completed the last strange rune written in dragon's blood, placed the magic stone on it, and then retreated to the center of the factory to avoid any emotion.
With his eyes, he inspected the immortal formation that he had completed by himself, as well as the many monster materials that were strictly placed in a specific order and in a specific direction in the immortal formation.
He has maintained the 'Tianxin Shen Zhao' for a full hour - even though he has a lot of psychological problems in this state, he is still very reassuring when doing this kind of work. In Li Mochen's dictionary of Tianxin, there is no such thing
Allow failure.
The complete perception that has expanded to a diameter of fifty meters can also help him sense all the flow of magic energy in this fairy formation, even the smallest details will not make mistakes. Therefore, he can adapt to local conditions and make decisions based on the original fairy formation.
Adjust accordingly to achieve the best and most perfect effect.
The entire formation uses the magic weapon 'Yin Yang Mirror of Life and Death' he brought from the Realm of the Original Firmament as the core and extends to all sides, forming a huge oval.
"It's very strange. This is neither Latin script nor Phoenician alphabet, nor Canaanite alphabet nor Draconic. It looks a bit like the large seal script in Eastern script, but it is also specious."
Zhang Wei was also looking at the strange runes around Li Mochen, with surprise in his eyes: "Mr. Eisenhower, you have been in the mercenary world for many years and you are considered well-informed. Do you recognize these characters?"
"Who knows what that is!"
Howard Eisenhower, who was sitting next to him, still looked livid. It was hard for anyone to be enslaved, especially for him who liked to be free and unconstrained.
"I can only be sure that it should be hieroglyphics, but I have never seen it. The only thing that is certain is that this text is powerful, and it is very powerful. It is very powerful, and it should be comparable to dragon language.
.It absolutely cannot come from Wildenstein——"
Zhang Wei knew that the so-called "power" in the text refers to the power that is in line with nature and can guide and condense magic energy.
In the Western world, the most powerful writing is recognized as the ancient Egyptian divine script, followed by the Nordic divine script, ancient Greek divine script, etc., and the third is the dragon language.
——But even if it is a magic language classified as the third level, few mages in America can master it.
"Don't look at me, I don't know very well either."
Li Tailai found that everyone around him had turned their attention to him, and he could only shake his head slightly: "I only know that my old master, Mr. Li, is from the same country as me and is an abandoned disciple of a large sect. He has many unexpected things.
Skill is an existence that people can never see clearly."
At this time, Li Mochen finally stopped working, turned his head and glanced over: "Kermit, bring my swords here. You can also get ready. We will start on time at twelve o'clock."