Shadow of the Beautiful World

The Ministry of Magic, an agency similar to the Wizarding World Police Department.

Few wizards would like this institution, because no matter which country or continent it is in, the Ministry of Magic plays a role of supervision and punishment.

Merlin is no longer a novice wizard. He has been immersed in magic knowledge for 3 years, and he is very clear about some traditions of the wizarding world. It is said that in various countries, the Ministry of Magic has spells to supervise the city, just like the detection enchantment in the city of London.

Any wizard cannot cast spells at will without the permission of the Ministry of Magic, and casting spells in front of Muggles is strictly prohibited.

It is said that the North American Ministry of Magic was established in 1963. Compared with those magical institutions in Europe that have been inherited for thousands of years, the Ministry of Magic in North America is out-and-out young people.

Merlin learned from books that the North American Ministry of Magic was established due to a terrible disaster. That is, the horrific Salem Witch Trials that took place in 1962.

That terrible incident severely damaged the image of North American wizards in the eyes of their European counterparts. During that time, North American wizards were even publicly called barbarians of the New World, which annoyed the North American wizarding community.

But the Salem Witch Trials did expose the chaotic and chaotic reality of the North American wizarding world.

So under the appeal of some famous wizards at the time, the North American Ministry of Magic was proclaimed in the second year after the Salem Witch Trials.

Oh, the official name of the Ministry of Magic in North America should be called Congress of Magic.

This is to distinguish itself from the Ministry of Magic in Europe and to show its independence.

And I heard that the first thing to do after the establishment of the Magic Congress was to try those scavengers who were cruel and extremely hostile to wizards.

Scavengers are depraved wizards who hunt and kill their own kind for their own gain. The horrific Salem Witch Trials, which resulted in more than 20 deaths and 200 people being imprisoned, were the work of the extreme purgers.

And for those dark wizards who committed murder, wizard human trafficking, torture and other evil deeds, they were also executed in the following years.

It can be said that the slightly barbaric style of the North American Magic Association was established at that time.

Merlin knew about the existence of the Magic Congress, and he also knew that in Carol's hometown, Massachusetts, there was the only magic academy in North America, the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

But he didn't really want to deal with those Aurors from the Ministry of Magic. After all, the last time he was in London, the process of dealing with Aurors was not pleasant.

As for the reminder from Constantine, Merlin didn't doubt it.

Zha Kang's behavior style is very bad, but such a bad bastard can get along like a fish in water in Hell's Kitchen, which proves Zha Kang's ability.

He has his own news channel, and since Zhakang has received money, he won't lie to people about this kind of thing. In other words, Merlin's activity some time ago really made the Magic Congress pay attention to him.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, Merlin has indeed violated almost all the taboos in the wizarding world.

Having affairs with demons, using magic in the presence of Muggles, illegally crafting banned Portkeys, and working for the Muggle government collecting information on magical creatures.

To be honest, if Merlin was really caught, based on what he did in the past, he would at least be thrown into a magic prison for about 20 years.

Zha Kang's reminder made Merlin make a decision that he would not use magic again unless necessary in the next period of time.

At least don't use magic in front of Muggles.

click

With a soft click, the magazine full of holy silver bullets was inserted into the black Colt pistol. Merlin put the pistol in the holster around his waist, and he looked out of the car window.

Beside him, Melinda was also holding a telescope, observing the warehouse hidden in the woods in the distance.

It was afternoon, the sun was about to set, and the entire block was covered in a brilliant halo.

Under the watchful eyes of the three agents, in the past hour or so, more than 20 well-dressed or tattooed guys entered the warehouse in front of them from all directions.

In Merlin's spiritual vision, he could clearly see the faint black magic power escaping from the warehouse.

That is indeed the dark magic from hell.

Zha Kang's news is true, this warehouse must be a stronghold similar to a cult.

They're congregating, it's not normal.

Melinda said softly:

A secret group may be engaged in some illegal business, or it may be illegally detained or

No, much more serious than those.

Merlin looked at the time, and he decided not to wait any longer.

He told Melinda and Coulson:

I'm going in from the front, and you two are guarding outside. Anyone who runs out of it, don't hesitate to shoot!

After speaking, Merlin opened the car door, buttoned up his casual suit, and walked towards the warehouse with a gun in his hand.

When Coulson and Melinda were around, he didn't use the atomizer, but reached out politely and knocked on the warehouse door.

aggressive

There were three soft beeps, and a moment later, the door was opened.

A black man with strange Chinese characters tattooed on his neck poked his head out and gave Merlin a vicious look. He said:

This is private territory, get out!

Merlin didn't answer, he looked at the little bastard in front of him, there was a scarlet light in the depth of his eyes. This means that this guy has come into contact with the real dark magic and has begun to be infected.

Merlin looked at that little bastard with hairs all over his body. He cursed and was about to close the door.

But the next moment, his wrist was firmly held by Merlin.

I want to join the party you held in there too.

Merlin said softly.

The black cultist wanted to resist, but Merlin swung his foot, and under the burst of brute force, the person in front of him was kicked into the warehouse even with the iron gate.

kuang

This loud noise interrupted the weird ceremony in the warehouse.

Before Merlin's eyes, in the warehouse, more than 20 unscrupulous guys were kneeling around a rough stone altar, still muttering words.

On the floor below them, some kind of weird red liquid was used to draw messy runes, and in front of the altar, there was a lamb that had just been slaughtered.

These guys look like they're making sacrifices, but their sacrifices are terrible.

Their skill in killing the sheep was so good that the sacrifice was covered with disgusting blood. To be honest, if there was a devil watching them, such a poor sacrifice would definitely not win them the favor of the devil.

The Blasphemer!

Seeing his brother hit the ground with blood spraying from his mouth and nose, he was miserable. The leader of this cult group, a naked-chested bald man roared angrily. He grabbed the pistol in his hand and was about to fire, but Merlin was faster and more accurate than him.

boom

A silver-white bullet flew out of the barrel, precisely breaking the palm of the bald man.

Because these people were eroded by the weak dark magic power, the holy silver bullets killed them more than ordinary bullets.

Amidst the screams of the bald man, on the shattered palm, smoke burst out from his flesh and blood as if being burned. He yelled and incited others to attack Merlin, while he took advantage of the chaos and rushed out of the warehouse.

But at the moment this guy rushed out of the warehouse, with a loud shout, Melinda, who had been ambushing for a long time, gave a beautiful flying kick, kicking this panicked guy to the ground.

Melinda took a step forward and quickly put the handcuffs on the guy's wrist.

But just when she thought the matter was over, she saw the bald man grinning at her. There was a scornful smile on that evil and hideous face.

Snapped

Bursts of flame-like scorching light emerged from the skin of this bald man, and he easily broke free from the strong handcuffs. When Melinda saw this, she punched the guy in the face, but she couldn't make him show a painful expression at all, and the other fist she swung was precisely caught by the cultist.

At this moment, Melinda felt as if her wrist was touched by a red-hot iron block. The pain of her skin being scorched made her scream, and then she was pressed to the ground by the bald head. The cultist raised his hand, and in his palm, the melted handcuffs were like daggers, which might pierce Melinda's neck in the next moment.

boom

There was another shot.

The ferocious face of the bald man who was about to commit violence froze at this moment, and in his eyes, the light of life was rapidly fading away.

He looked at the young man holding a pistol in disbelief, and then looked down at his chest. A holy silver bullet pierced his heart, messing it up and ruining his last life.

Snapped

The corpse with a big hole in its chest fell on the ground beside Melinda, and the smelly blood mixed with a strange smell splashed on the girl's face.

Melinda quickly broke free from the fast-cooling fingers. She was lifted from the ground by Coulson. On Melinda's right wrist, there was a bloody wound.

Her skin was scorched, and the unbearable pain made this strong and reckless girl turn pale. Without Coulson's support, she might not even be able to stand up.

Thank you, Coulson.

Melinda, who still had blood on her face, whispered.

Nothing, nothing.

Coulson, who had just shot and killed the mob, was still in hesitation after the first killing. This was not the first time he had shot.

In Louisiana, he shot and wounded a camouflaged Skoru.

But this time he shot and killed a cultist at close range, and the blood splattered scene had a stronger visual impact on him.

At the feet of the two, the corpse emitting strange black smoke represented that they had truly stepped into Merlin's world.

Are you injured?

A minute later, Merlin came out of the warehouse unscathed while straightening his cuffs.

Behind him, more than 20 heretics who were knocked out were lying there in disorder. As for the altar emitting dark magic power, it had been completely destroyed by Merlin.

He looked at Melinda, who was sitting on the side with a pale face, and the corpse in front of him. He walked to Melinda, squatted down, and checked the terrible burns on his subordinate's wrists. He frowned and said:

What's going on here? Didn't I tell you to shoot when you see people running out?

Sorry, sir.

Melinda, whose face was still stained with blood, said guiltily:

I thought I could capture him alive.

There's no point in capturing alive.

Merlin took out a small box from his pocket, he motioned for Coulson to grab Melinda's arm, and he whispered to the two rookies:

These people have been infected by dark magic. They have come into contact with taboos that they cannot understand and should not touch. Their thinking has been distorted. In other words, they have gone crazy.

You can't get useful information from a madman. Take the pain!

Merlin said something, then opened the box, took out a small bottle, and poured the amber liquid in it carefully on Melinda's wound.

swish

When the liquid touched the wound, a faint white smoke rose.

Melinda gritted her teeth, but still couldn't help letting out a cry of pain. Her other hand firmly held Coulson's wrist, and as a result, Coulson gritted his teeth in pain as a result. grin.

But the piercing pain lasted only a few seconds, followed by a comfortable coolness.

Melinda lowered her head and saw that the horrible burn wound on her wrist was no longer bleeding, and was covered by a strange liquid.

this!

Merlin put the vial filled with the amber liquid in Melinda's hand, and he said:

I call it trauma potion. It's a useful gadget. Remember to apply it twice a day, and it will recover in about 5 days. Don't get wet, understand?

Um.

Melinda nodded.

Merlin stood up, took out his mobile phone, and called the nearby police station, asking them to send someone over to clean up the mess.

Looking down at the two embarrassed rookies, he shook his head and said:

Now you know what kind of trouble my group is dealing with?

This is different from all the situations you have encountered before. I believe that you may not be really prepared. So I will give you another chance to choose.

If you can accept it, then tomorrow at 10 o'clock in the morning, you will go to work at the old place. If you can't accept it, you can go to Hitwell to transfer. I have already told him hello, and I am here today, I hope You can learn something.

Colson, you send Melinda back.

Um.

Coulson nodded, and he helped Melinda leave the bloody warehouse.

Merlin watched the two subordinates leave. After their figures disappeared, Merlin took out something from his pocket. It was a strange badge, which looked like iron, with the symbol of an inverted pentagram on it.

He found this thing in the altar, and it was this thing that gave these third-rate gangsters a chance to get in touch with magic power.

Most importantly, on the back of this badge, there is a name written in demonic language

That was someone Merlin knew.

Daemon Hellstorm

Merlin looked at the name, then turned his head to look in the direction of Wall Street, put away the badge, and said softly:

You, the powerful half-demon hidden in Wall Street, what exactly do you want to do?