At about the same time, in an underground laboratory, Edwin Antonio, dressed in sterile overalls, walked into a laboratory under the guidance of an experimenter.

There is about 20 square meters of space, surrounded by cold tempered glass walls. In the center of the laboratory is a large, heavy alloy bed covered in magic patterns. There was a young girl lying on it, and she was tightly handcuffed by five black iron chains as thick as children's arms, so that she could not move at all.

Next to the alloy bed, there are all kinds of instruments, including electrocardiogram machines, magic energy monitors, and so on. There are also two infusion stands, injecting two different colored liquids for the girl.

"What kind of medicine is this?"

Edwin Antonio approached and looked at the vial, "Can you tell me?" she looked in pain, convulsing. ”

"The light gray is Norma injection, a liquid that can generate strong negative emotions. ”

The voice came from a middle-aged man in front of the magic energy monitor, who replied in a calm tone, "As for the red one, it's a mixture of energy potions and growth-promoting potions. Pain is certain, and anyone who grows from the skeletal age of eleven to fourteen in just half a month 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 so powerful?"

Edwin Antonio turned his gaze to Hézel Willtenstein on the bed with some admiration: "Did you gag her?"

"She was only given braces, and this girl has a very strong personality, and she almost bit her tongue just now. ”

"If it weren't for that, she wouldn't be qualified to be the resurrection egg of that Highness!"

Antonio's eyes were inquiring: "So how is she doing now, can she meet the above requirements?"

"It's very troublesome, and it's very difficult to deal with her physical problems. Our original plan was to speed up her physical growth to fourteen when she was thirteen, wasn't it? and Hazel's current mood, although I had used various psychiatric drugs on her, she still had illusions in her heart. ”

The middle-aged man looked helpless: "I guess she wants someone to save him, this is an unrealistic fantasy, right? I don't think there's anything more ridiculous in the world. But the problem is that she is strong-willed, very determined, and firmly believes in this unrealistic fantasy. I figured it would be hard for me to change her unless it was to see the death of the person she had pinned her hopes in. We were going to spend two years despairing of the world, and now you're asking me to do it in fifteen days. ”

Antonio smiled bitterly, "I want to, too, but if I do, Dwight Payton will find me desperately, and others will call him the bad Peyton." ”

The middle-aged man couldn't help but spread his hands: "Then there is nothing I can do, Antonio." If her negative emotions can't reach the threshold, she won't be able to trigger the Resurrection Egg at all. ”

"Well, I know it's a bit of a tough one. ”

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 might, and keep her mood in an extremely bad state as much as possible, this can always be done-"

As Antonio was finishing his words, he saw someone waving to him outside the glass wall.

It was Kajeron, one of his most loyal and capable men, in charge of the gang's intelligence gathering, so Antonio stepped out without hesitation: "What's going on?"

"I've gathered some news here about Andre Lee Wildenstein. ”

The man named Kageren looked solemn: "Just this afternoon, this magic professional who was recruiting at the Cardinals Club and was looking for jobs in the city of Atlanta received his letter of inquiry. I guess the scale of his recruitment this time should be more than 100 people. As for the purpose of this person, the intention is unknown. ”

"A hundred?Wow, this young Mr. Wildenstein, is it going to hire men to go to war with me?"

Antonio first laughed indifferently, and then looked murderous: "Keep an eye on, it would be better if you could get more accurate information." If he really had that will, then I'd be happy to send him to hell. ”

At this time, everyone in the laboratory did not pay attention, and Hazel, who should have been confused in severe pain, but at this moment, her eyelids trembled slightly, and the fingers of her hands also contracted 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 blood, and placed the magic stone on it, then retreated to the center of the factory, and looked at the immortal array completed by him without a trace of emotion, as well as the many monster materials in the immortal array that were strictly placed in a specific order and in a specific direction.

He has maintained a full hour of 'Heavenly Mind Illumination' - although he is very psychologically problematic in this state, it is still very reassuring to do this kind of work. In Tianxin Li Mochen's dictionary, failure will not be tolerated.

The complete perception that had expanded to a diameter of fifty meters could also help him perceive the flow of all the demonic energy in this immortal array, even if it was not a mistake. In order to adapt measures to local conditions, make corresponding adjustments on the basis of the original immortal array to achieve the best and most perfect effect.

The entire array was centered on the 'Yin Yang Mirror of Life and Death', the magic weapon he brought from the Primordial Dome Realm, and stretched out in all directions, forming a huge oval.

"Strangely, this is neither Latin, nor Phoenician, nor Canaanite, nor dragon, but looks a bit like the Great Seal of the Eastern script, but it is plausible. ”

Zhang Wei was also looking at the strange runes around Li Mochen, his eyes were full of surprise: "Mr. Eisenhower, you have been in the mercenary world for many years, you are considered well-informed, do you know these words?"

"The devil knows what that is!"

Howard Eisenhower, who was sitting on the side, still had a blue face. No one can feel good after being enslaved, and even more so he likes to be free and unfettered.

"I'm only sure it's hieroglyphs, but I've never seen one. The only thing that is certain is that the text has power, and it is very powerful. Very powerful, it should be able to compete with the dragon language. It could never have come from Wildenstein—"

Zhang Wei knows that the so-called 'power' in the text is the power that fits with nature and can guide and condense magical energy.

In the Western world, it is recognized that the most powerful script is the ancient Egyptian script, followed by the Norse script, the ancient Greek script, etc., and the dragon language.

- But even the language of magic that is set to the third level is rarely mastered by a mage in America.

"Don't look at me, I don't know. ”

Li Tailai found that everyone around him had turned their eyes to him, and he could only shake his head slightly: "I only know that my late master, Mr. Li, is from Huaguo and I are also from Huaguo, and they are outcasts of a certain major sect. He has many unexpected abilities, and he is an existence that can never be seen clearly. ”

At this time, Li Mochen finally called it a day, turned his head and glanced over: "Kermit, bring those swords of mine." You can also get ready, and start at twelve o'clock sharp. ”