New Gods of North America

The actual situation was about what Wayne had expected.

This asylum still had normal functions on weekdays; otherwise, it wouldn't need to put up signposts outside.

Since daily functions needed to be maintained, theoretically, there would be some relatively "normal" staff inside.

At least they had to look normal on the surface.

Therefore, problematic areas were often set up in relatively remote locations, at least not in places where internal personnel frequently entered and worked.

The two-story building Wayne and the others found was in a corner, looking like management offices or small dormitories. What it actually was didn't matter.

The main point was that there was a basement entrance behind the building, with a mottled iron door and a lock. It probably wasn't visited often. If they hadn't known beforehand that Damon McReady might already be unconscious, the dragging marks would have been hard to notice.

In addition to the basic obstacles, the other party's design here had a bit of a psychological touch. Most of the courtyard was paved with floor tiles, leading all the way to the front door of the building.

But the location behind the building leading to the cellar looked like an unkempt wild area, with weeds and shrubs almost chest-high. Going further in, there was not only no road, but it would definitely snag clothes.

A normal person walking here would probably easily have the illusion that "that side is out of bounds."

As quietly as possible, they pulled open the thick iron door, which looked rusty on the surface but was actually quite sturdy. The depths of the basement were actually quite bright at this time.

Wayne and Conner slipped in one after the other, then tiptoed down the steps.

The bolt of this thick iron door was installed on the outside. As long as the iron bolt was pulled and fastened, there was no need to put on a lock. The people inside would probably "cry to heaven in vain."

Since Wayne had already come, he naturally wanted to go down and see the situation with his own eyes, so Ineisha could only stay outside to guard the rear. Otherwise, if all three of them went down, they might accidentally trigger the "flawless team wipe" achievement.

Conner was obviously not as reliable as Ineisha in this regard. Anyway, he definitely couldn't instantly kill the shrunken Damon McReady.

Reaching the edge of the light, Wayne moved the simple lines of the "camera" to look inside. There was a "blank" area in the middle, as if there was nothing there.

But quietly poking half his head out from the corner of the wall, it was actually quite lively inside.

In a corner of the basement, several people with their hands and feet tied were sitting on the floor, their mouths stuffed with something. Some were unconscious and some were awake, looking like the staff who were still on duty in the asylum at night.

Damon McReady was lying against the wall not far from the basement stairs. His extraordinary ability seemed to have失效, and Willie's clothes were stretched bulging on his body.

In the "blank" area in the center of the basement,

"Maken Reiff" was covering his mouth while kneeling on the floor, drawing a magic circle.

Saying "kneeling" might not be entirely accurate. Although his knees were indeed on the ground, his upper body was very low, basically supported by his elbows. Perhaps it could also be said that he was "lying prone."

The magic circle seemed to have been prepared in advance. What he was doing now was more like "completing the semi-finished magic circle" rather than "starting completely from scratch."

The person who prepared the magic circle for him in advance was obviously the two guys helping him at this time.

Wayne didn't dare to look directly at them, afraid they would sense other people's gazes. He could only feel from his impression that they seemed to be people he hadn't seen before.

"Maken Reiff" was constantly directing them to move the positions of things in the magic circle, or sprinkle something somewhere.

The hunters took a pragmatic approach; they would rather kill than think too much, so Wayne was basically still a half-麻瓜 in terms of mysticism.

He couldn't see what they were specifically doing now, but fortunately, Emma wasn't unconscious. She was also tied up, sitting against the wall next to Damon McReady, and was now acting as Wayne's mouthpiece.

The little loli's voice sounded soft and cute, as if with a bit of sweetness,

But the meaning in Emma's words was a bit chilling, "After you get this thing done, are all of us going to die?"

"Maken Reiff," or rather, the body that most likely contained the will of Priest Pacer, seemed to have regained that seemingly kind composure at this time.

Hearing this, he raised his head slightly towards Emma, his speech not fast, his tone even kind:

"They won't necessarily die. The magic circle only needs some fresh blood and internal organs, and some bones. If you're lucky, you might still have a chance to survive.

"But for you and the person next to you, the situation will probably be as you said. People from Cohen Pharmaceuticals contacted me before, wanting to find a foster family for a little girl in the academy. According to the information Wiseman provided me, you should be that little girl in the field of life, right?"

Although this guy seemed normal just by listening to his voice,

Unfortunately, Wayne was peeking at this guy from the side and rear at this moment, and could see black water dripping as he spoke. He only felt that this style was getting more and more bizarre.

Emma's voice still sounded calm, but she still couldn't get rid of the soft and cute tone in her voice.

She seemed to shake her head, "I don't know."

"Oh? You don't even know about this? Didn't anyone tell you?"

"Maken Reiff" continued to draw the magic circle on the floor, dipping his fingertips in a dark green juice, "But these are not important anymore. Your blood can be integrated into the life potion, which means your field is correct.

"I was worried that if there was only you, the amount might not be enough, but the guy next to you came just in time. The 'camouflage' of the life field and the natural field is essentially different in concept and form.

"Tom Hagen may still think I can't see it, but you know how happy I was when I saw him appear in the carriage?"

Emma's voice was silent for a while, then she seemed to think of another question:

"But I heard that the church's priests are all extraordinary in the holy field. If viewed from the division of fields, the extraordinary power of the life field doesn't seem to be within the range that you can safely absorb. What can you do with us?"

"Hehehe."

"Maken Reiff" shook his head slightly, "The so-called 'safe absorption' is actually a wrong conclusion used by extraordinaries to comfort themselves. In the extraordinary field, there is only the division of 'dangerous' and 'extremely dangerous'. Even if the field is suitable, the risk of losing control will continue to increase as extraordinaries advance in rank."

Then "Maken Reiff's" voice paused for a while, as if swallowing the "black water" in his mouth:

"Some people regard 'losing control' and 'losing sanity' as 'death', but I must tell you that for a person who is truly about to die, the risk of losing control is actually not important.

"And the power of the life field is exactly what I need most at this time."