Chapter 182: The Egg Body

At almost the same time, in an underground laboratory, Edwin Antonio, wearing sterile work clothes, was led by an experimenter into a lab.

The space was about twenty square meters, surrounded by cold tempered glass walls. In the center of the lab was an alloy bed covered with magic patterns and thick, heavy supports. On it lay a young girl, tightly bound by five black iron chains as thick as a child's arm around her neck, hands, and feet, rendering her completely immobile.

Beside the alloy bed were various instruments, including an electrocardiograph and a magical energy monitor. There were also two IV stands injecting two differently colored liquids into the girl.

"What are these drugs?"

Edwin Antonio approached and looked at the bottles: "Can you tell me? She looks in pain, convulsing nonstop."

"The light gray one is Norma Injection, a liquid that induces strong negative emotions."

The voice came from a middle-aged man in front of the magical energy monitor, who answered calmly: "As for the red one, it's a mixture of energy potion and growth accelerant. Pain is inevitable. Anyone who grows from a skeletal age of eleven to fourteen in just half a month will endure extreme pain. Do you know the Eastern practice of lingchi? I imagine it's ten times more painful than that."

"Is it that severe?"

Edwin Antonio looked at Hazel Wiltonstein on the bed with some admiration: "Did you gag her?"

"We only put a dental brace on her. This girl has a very strong will; she almost bit off her own tongue earlier."

"If not for that, she wouldn't be qualified to become His Highness's rebirth egg!"

Antonio's eyes showed curiosity: "So how is she now? Can she meet the requirements from above?"

"It's very troublesome. Her physical issues alone are hard to handle. Our original plan was to accelerate her body's growth to fourteen years old when she was thirteen, right? And as for Hazel's current emotions, even though I've used various psychiatric drugs on her, she still harbors fantasies."

The middle-aged man looked helpless: "I guess she hopes someone will come to save her. That's an unrealistic fantasy, isn't it? She's actually counting on a sixteen-year-old boy with both parents dead to rescue her. I think there's nothing more ridiculous in this world. But the problem is her will is strong and firm; she firmly believes in this unrealistic fantasy. I think unless she sees the person she pins her hopes on die with her own eyes, it's hard to change her. Our original plan was to spend two years making her despair of this world, but now you want me to do it in fifteen days."

Antonio smiled bitterly: "I'd like to, but if I really did that, Dwight Payton would come after me. Others call him 'Payton the Trouble.'"

The middle-aged man shrugged: "Then I'm powerless, Antonio. If her negative emotions don't reach the threshold, the rebirth egg can't be triggered."

"Alright, I know it's a bit of a stretch."

Antonio shrugged: "If it's really impossible, then forget it. The illusionist sent from above is on the way. What you need to do now is to fully adjust her body and keep her mood as extremely negative as possible. That should be doable, right—"

Just as Antonio was saying this, the corner of his eye caught someone waving at him outside the glass wall.

It was Cajelen, one of his most loyal and capable subordinates, responsible for the gang's intelligence gathering. So Antonio unhesitatingly stepped out: "What's the matter?"

“I’ve gathered some information about Andre Lee Wiltenstein.”

The man named Kajeren looked grave: “Just this afternoon, he was recruiting in the Red Sparrow Club. Many magic-capable professionals in downtown Atlanta who are currently seeking jobs have received his inquiry letters. I estimate the scale of his recruitment this time should exceed a hundred people. As for his purpose, his intentions are unclear.”

“A hundred people? Wow, is this young Mr. Wiltenstein planning to hire an army to go to war with me?”

Antonio first let out a careless sneer, then a murderous look appeared in his eyes: “Keep monitoring him. It would be even better if you can get more precise intelligence. If he really has such intentions, I would be happy to send him to hell.”

At this moment, no one in the laboratory noticed that Hazel, who should have been drifting in and out of consciousness from the intense pain, had her eyelids twitching slightly, and the fingers of her hands also contracting a little.

…

At 11:35 p.m., inside the abandoned chemical plant, Li Mochen completed the last strange rune written with dragon blood and placed the magic stone on it. Then he retreated to the center of the factory floor, examining with a gaze devoid of any emotion the immortal formation he had single-handedly completed, as well as the many magical creature materials strictly arranged within it according to a specific order and specific directions.

He had maintained the ‘Heavenly Mind Illumination’ for a full hour—although his psychology was quite problematic in this state, it was still very reassuring when doing this kind of work. In the dictionary of Heavenly Mind Li Mochen, failure was not permitted.

His complete perception, which had expanded to a diameter of fifty meters, also helped him sense all magical energy flows within the immortal formation, ensuring no detail, no matter how trivial, would be missed. Thus, he could adapt to the local conditions and make corresponding adjustments to the original immortal formation to achieve the best and most perfect effect.

The entire formation used the magic artifact ‘Yin Yang Life-Death Mirror’ that he had brought from the Primordial Vault Realm as the central pivot, extending outward in all directions to form a huge ellipse.

“Very strange. These are neither Latin letters, nor Phoenician letters, nor Canaanite letters or Dragon Tongue. They look somewhat like the Great Seal script in Eastern writing, but they are similar yet different.”

Zhang Wei was also looking at those strange runes around Li Mochen, his eyes full of amazement: “Mr. Eisenhower, you’ve been in the mercenary world for many years and are well-traveled. Do you recognize these characters?”

“Who the hell knows what that is!”

Howard Eisenhower, sitting nearby, still had a livid face. No one feels good after being enslaved, especially him, who loves freedom and dislikes being restrained.

“I can only confirm that they should be pictographic characters, but I’ve never seen them before. The only thing certain is that these characters have power, and very strong power. Extremely powerful. It should be comparable to Dragon Tongue. It absolutely cannot come from Wiltenstein—”

Zhang Wei knew that the so-called ‘having power’ in writing meant being in harmony with nature, capable of channeling and concentrating magical energy.

In the Western world, the most powerful recognized scripts are ancient Egyptian divine script, followed by Norse divine script, ancient Greek divine script, and so on, with Dragon Tongue ranking third.

—But even the magic language ranked as the third tier is rarely mastered by mages in America.

“Don’t look at me. I’m not too clear either.”

Li Tailai noticed that the people around him had turned their gazes to him, so he could only shake his head slightly: “I only know that my former master, Mr. Li, came from China like me and was an expelled disciple of some major sect. He has many unexpected skills and is someone whose depth can never be fully seen.”

At this moment, Li Mochen finally finished his work. He turned his head and swept his gaze over: “Kermit, bring me my swords. You all can start preparing too. We begin at twelve o’clock sharp.”