Almost at the same time, in a laboratory located underground, Edwin Antonio walked into a laboratory under the leadership of an experimental staff.

There is about twenty square meters of space here, surrounded by cold tempered glass walls. In the center of the laboratory, there is an alloy bed full of magic patterns and thick brackets. On it is a girl lying, with five black iron chains as thick as her arms, tightly handcuffing her neck and hands and feet, making her unable to move at all.

Next to the alloy bed are various instruments, including electrocardiogram machines, magic energy monitors, etc. There are also two infusion stands, injecting the girl with two different colors of liquids.

"What medicine is this?"

After Edwin Antonio approached, he looked at the medicine bottle: "Can you tell me? She looks in pain and is twitching constantly."

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

The sound came from a middle-aged man in front of the magic 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 who grows from the age of eleven to fourteen in just half a month will suffer extreme pain. Do you know the Lingchi of the Oriental people? I think it will be more than ten times more painful than that."

"Is that amazing?"

Edwin Antonio turned his eyes to Helloul Wiltonstein on the bed with some admiration: "Did you block her mouth?"

"I only put braces on her. This girl has a very strong personality. She almost bit off her tongue just now."

"If this is not the case, she is not qualified to be the resurrection egg of that highness!"

Antonio's eyes revealed the 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 speed up her body to fourteen years old when she was thirteen, right? And Heroul's current mood. Although I have used various mental drugs on her, she still has fantasies in her heart."

The middle-aged man looked helpless: "I guess she hoped someone would come to save him. This is an unrealistic fantasy, right? He actually hoped that a little boy who was sixteen years old and both his parents died came to save her. I think there is nothing more ridiculous in this world than this. But the problem is that her will is very strong and firm, and she firmly believes in this unrealistic fantasy. I think it will be difficult for me to change her unless I see the person whom she holds hopes die. Our original plan, but it is planned to take two years to make her despair about the world, but you now let me do this within these fifteen days."

Antonio smiled bitterly and said, "I think too, but if I do this, Dwight Payton will fight me to the death. Others will tell him that it is difficult for him to mess with Payton."

The middle-aged man couldn't help but spread his hands: "Then I can do nothing, Antonio. If her negative emotions cannot reach the threshold, she will not be able to trigger the resurrection egg."

"Okay, I know it's a bit difficult."

Antonio shrugged: "If you really can't do it, then forget it. The illusionist sent by the above is on the way. What you have to do now is to debug her body and keep her mood in an extremely bad state as much as possible. This can always be done."

Just as Antonio was saying this, he found someone waving to him outside the glass wall from the outskirts of his eyes.

That was Cajren, one of his most loyal and capable subordinates, responsible for the gang's intelligence collection work, so Antonio stepped out without hesitation: "What's going on?"

"I've collected some news here about Andre Lee Wiltonstein."

The man named Cajren looked calm: "Just this afternoon, this time, this man recruited soldiers at the Cardinals Club. Many magical professionals who were looking for jobs in downtown Atlanta received his inquiry letter. I guess the scale of his recruitment this time should be more than 100 people. As for this person's purpose, his intention is unknown."

"One hundred people? Wow, this young Mr. Wiltonstein, is he going to hire someone to go to war with me?"

Antonio laughed indifferently, and then he looked murderous: "Continue to keep paying attention. It is better to find more accurate information. If he really has such a willingness, then I am happy to send him to hell."

At this time, no one in the laboratory noticed that Heroul, who should have been confused in the severe pain, trembled slightly at this moment, and his fingers also contracted slightly.

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At 11:35 in the night, in the abandoned chemical factory, Li Mochen completed the last strange rune written by dragon blood, and placed the magic stone on it, and then returned to the center of the factory. With a look of emotionlessness, he looked at the immortal array that he completed, as well as the many monster materials strictly placed in a specific order and in the immortal array.

He has maintained the "Tianxin Shenguang" for a full hour. Although he has a mental problem in this state, he is still very reassuring when doing this kind of work. There is no way to fail in Tianxin Li Mochen's dictionary.

The complete perception that has expanded to a range of fifty meters in diameter can also help him perceive all the magic energy flow in this immortal array, and even the details will not cause any mistakes. Therefore, according to local conditions, make corresponding adjustments based on the original immortal array to achieve the best and most perfect effect.

The entire array extends to all directions with the magic weapon "Yin and Yang Life and Death Mirror" he brought from the original dome as the hub core, forming a huge oval.

"It's strange that this is neither Latin nor Phoenician nor Canaanic alphabet, nor Canaanic alphabet and dragon language. It looks a bit like the large seal script in oriental characters, but it's also slight."

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

"God knows what that is!"

Hawyd Eisenhower, who was sitting aside, still had a pale face. No one felt good after being enslaved, and he liked to be free and unrestrained.

"I can only be sure that it should be hieroglyphs, but I have never seen them before. The only thing that is certain is that this text is powerful and very powerful. It is very powerful, and it should be comparable to the Dragon Word. It must not come from Wilton Stein."

Zhang Wei knew that the so-called "power" in the text is to be in line with nature and can guide and condense magical energy.

In the Western world, the most recognized powerful characters are the ancient Egyptian divine texts, followed by Nordic divine texts, ancient Greek divine texts, etc., and then the dragon language.

But even the magic language that is designated as the third level, few mages can master it.

"Don't look at me, I don't know much."

Li Tailai found that everyone around him had turned his eyes to him, so he could only shake his head slightly: "I only know that my former master, Mr. Li, is from China and is an abandoned disciple of a large sect. He has many unexpected abilities and is an existence that can never be seen clearly."
Chapter completed!