It was still early in the morning in England, but the manor house of the Umbrella Division in the United States was in the wee hours of the morning due to the time difference.
The front door of the manor house was bursting with the light of spells and angry curses. On the other side of the fountain, a temporary invisibility cloak made of invisible beast fur was being set up. Ian suppressed the urge to lift the cloak and fight. He calmly waited for his companions in front of him to make more noise.
More of his companions roared and rushed in the direction of the institute to attract the attention of the armed forces. The open door of the institute was like a ferocious mouth, and the armed forces were its teeth. For these wizards who had not received any combat training and only relied on their hot blood, there was no doubt that it would not take long for them to be skillfully subdued by the guards. They were not as difficult to deal with as those commercial spies who sneaked in.
"Ian, do it …" Gravis took the lead in lifting the cloak. He let go of the white-haired wizard in his hand and ordered in a cold voice, "Mr. Asyford, open the door for us."
The adept known as Yasiford had a sharp, square face and an impressive hooked nose. Deep wrinkles had formed between his eyebrows due to his constant frown. He wore a black magical robe with dark green trimmings that fit him perfectly, just like his neatly combed hair. Judging from his appearance and attire, he was clearly a male adept with a tough style. He suddenly fell to the ground, staggered a few steps, and held the edge of the pool. After he steadied himself, he reached out and held his rimless white glasses that had been crooked when he was caught. He then began to take out three badges.
Ian also lifted the invisibility cloak on his body and raised his wand to cast an Iron Armor Spell to establish a defense. He only blocked a few spells that were launched by the guards in the distance. Asyford, who was controlled by the Soul Seizing Spell, neatly embedded the badges in the grooves of the three raven statues by the pool.
Then there was movement in the pool. The water inside began to be sucked into the ravens' beaks. The bricks at the bottom of the pool began to move, revealing the spiral staircase inside.
"Quick! Rush in! There are no guards inside! They are generally not allowed to enter! " Gravis's face was filled with the joy of victory. He shouted for Ian and Asyford to quickly follow. Although the guards had begun to rush over, they were not in time to stop them from entering.
"Bang!"
Not long after the Ian and the others entered the staircase that led to the real underground research institute, they used the Thunderbolt Explosion to buy time.
However, the excitement did not last long. The dark and bloody scene that unfolded in front of Ian made him lose his voice, and Gravis also gasped.
On both sides of a narrow corridor were countless transparent cubicles. Some of the glass cubicles were stained with blood and an unknown substance that glowed with blue light.
Werewolves and wizards snarled, crouched, or silently isolated themselves in these rooms. Experimental instruments and slaughterhouse-like facilities accompanied them coldly. Some of the organs that had been dug out were placed on the test bench. The bubbling blood maintained the strange creatures' vitality under the effect of magic.
Under Aura's training, Ian, who was a little absent-minded, skillfully cast a petrification spell on the researchers inside. He heard the sound of the wall being smashed and an angry roar coming from beside him. He turned his head and saw a hairy werewolf with a wooden shackle on its hand. Its sharp wolf claws were constantly scratching the enchanted glass. Its two ankles were weighed down by heavy iron weights, and the middle was tied by an iron chain.
But the most terrible thing was its head. Although its body was still a normal werewolf, its head was strangely growing. Those human eyes, mouths, and ears grew disorderly on the green head that had swelled several times. Except for the face in the middle, which had normal facial features that could be seen as humanoid, the other organs grew wildly everywhere. Its cheeks were swollen, and almost rotten fat was growing everywhere. The several mouths on the deformed head opened at the same time and roared angrily. It was obvious that it had lost all rationality.
"You're right, Fausch …" Ian was so angry that he was trembling. Initially, he still had some doubts about Alan's words. However, after witnessing this scene with his own eyes, the concern and affection he had for Alan had disappeared. His hands were not idle as he began to take pictures of the evidence of the crime with his magic camera.
"Hahaha … what a great irony …" Gravis seemed to be so angry that he laughed. His shoulders shook, and his eyes were full of anger and even a little grievance. "This is beyond my imagination. A person like this … is regarded as the new savior, the savior who defeated the Dark Lord … He should be counted as the third generation!"
The strangely shaped bodies of werewolves and humanoid creatures, the cold instruments and test beds that were almost like slaughterhouses, tubes of strange colored potions … all of these were quickly taken by the two of them.
Ashford, whose soul had been taken away, followed them and explained the uses and principles of the various facilities in a dreamy tone. After learning that the test subjects were some black wizards who had committed capital crimes and tried to maliciously spread the Wolfbane or had killed a few people, Ian's anger was not as great as before.
Ian's expression was not as angry as before, but he still pursed his lips angrily. "This is not a reason. The laws of the United States prohibit this kind of behavior. Even if they are on death row, they should be handed over to the Congress of Magic for trial."
"He probably doesn't even care about the Ministry of Magic in his own country. How can you expect him to follow the rules of the Congress of Magic in the United States?" Gravis said, but his eyes were fixed on the spiral immunity potions that Ashford introduced. "These things made with viruses also show that their attitude towards Muggle is not as good as they like to show …"
"These hypocrites … If this thing is leaked, it will cause irreparable consequences to Muggle. We better hurry. The collapse will only delay the guards for a few minutes." Ian's tone was full of worry and urgency. He could not wait to expose everything here.
"Who are you? Stop and get out of here! Where are the guards?!!! "
A voice interrupted their train of thought. A wizard rushed out from the depths of the laboratory. He was wearing a white robe that could even be said to be a little sloppy and tattered. He also had blood-stained white gloves on his hands. His body was splashed with blood and unknown potions. His handsome but somewhat feminine face was filled with obvious anger.
"That's James Marcus from the information!" Ian shouted. When he noticed that the wizard had raised his wand, he immediately raised his arm to subdue the wizard. "You continue to be Faustian! I'll take care of it … Huh?!! "
To the Ian's surprise, the researcher in front of him seemed to be much more difficult to deal with than the opponents they had dealt with before. After grasping the situation, he neatly used the Silent Curse technique to transform himself into a terrible shape. Accompanied by his own somewhat suppressed roar of pain, the terrifying research institute mentor, whose eyes had turned into slug-like tentacles, finally turned into hundreds of densely packed leeches in front of Ian.
They bounced and wriggled in an overwhelming number of leeches and swarmed over like a storm.
These green, slightly flattened, cylindrical creatures were almost like a giant worm web. Their flat, grayish-green abdomens were exposed in front of them. The U-shaped jaws in the abdomen opened ferociously, revealing sharp bone teeth that should not be present in ordinary leeches.
Shrill screams were heard in the room. The large number of leeches seemed to have lost some of their rationality after dispersing. They could not differentiate between friend and foe. Many of the werewolves and wizards who were tied to the wall and fixed on the experiment bench were wrapped in layers and attached to them, sucking their blood.
Ian, who was blocking the attack, lost his initiative in the face of this unexpected attack. His Iron Curse successfully repelled most of the leeches, but the gaps under his feet were slipping. The leeches instantly attached themselves to his dragon leather boots and began to climb up his trousers. Although they were temporarily blocked by the reliable defense of the Aura uniform, this kind of thing made his scalp numb when he tried to drive the leeches off his feet. A few leeches directly bounced off the Ian's face and began to bite him.
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