Shadow of the Beautiful World

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

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

Merlin is no longer a novice wizard. He has been infiltrating magic knowledge for 3 years. He is well aware of some traditions in the wizarding world. It is said that in various countries, the Ministry of Magic has spells to supervise the city, just like the detective enchantment of the City of London.

No wizard can 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 ancient European institutions of magic that have been passed down for thousands of years, the Ministry of Magic in North America is a true "young man".

Merlin learned from the book that the establishment of the North American Ministry of Magic stems from a bad disaster. That was the tragic case of Salem Witch trial in 1962.

That bad thing severely damaged the image of North American wizards in the eyes of their European counterparts. At that time, North American wizards were even publicly referred to as "the barbarians of the New World", which annoyed the North American wizard community.

But the Salem Witch Trial did indeed reveal the chaotic disordered reality of the wizarding world in North America.

So at the appeal of some famous wizards at the time, the North American Ministry of Magic announced the establishment of the second year of the Salem Witch Trial.

Oh, the official name of the North American Ministry of Magic should be called "Magic Congress".

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

The first thing I heard after the establishment of the Magic Congress was to judge those who were cruel and extremely hostile to wizards.

The purifier is a fallen wizard who hunts the same kind for his own benefit. The tragic world, which resulted in the death of more than 20 people and the 200-person forced-to-sell Salem Witch Trial, is a ghost committed by extreme purifiers.

The black wizards who committed murder, human trafficking, torture and other evil acts were also executed in the next few years.

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

Merlin knew of the existence of the Magic Congress, and he also knew that in Carol’s hometown of Massachusetts, there was the only magic school in North America, the Ilfamoni School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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

Merlin did not doubt the reminder Constantine gave him.

This person, Jaccon, has a very bad style of acting, but such a bad **** can be mixed with fish and water in the **** kitchen, which proves the ability of Jaccon.

He has his own channels of information, and since Zakang has received money, he will not deceive people in such matters. In other words, Merlin's activity a while ago did indeed make the Magic Congress stare at him.

In fact, when you think about it carefully, Merlin has almost committed all the taboos in the wizarding world.

He has an affair with demons, uses magic in front of Muggles, illegally makes prohibited door keys, and works for the Muggle government to collect information about magical creatures.

To be honest, if Merlin was really caught, according to what he had done in the past, he would also be thrown into the magic prison for at least 20 years.

Zakang's reminder allowed Merlin to make a decision, and for the next period of time, he would not use magic unless necessary.

At least not use magic in front of Muggles.

"Click"

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

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

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

Under the watch of three agents, in the past hour, there were more than 20 guys dressed up in the air, or tattooed guys, entering the warehouse in front of them from all directions.

In Merlin's vision, he clearly saw the faint black magic that escaped from the warehouse.

That is indeed the dark magic from hell.

The news of Zakang is true. This warehouse must be a stronghold similar to a cult.

"They are gathering, which is very abnormal."

Melinda said softly:

"A secret group may be engaged in some illegal business, or it may be illegal detention or..."

"No, much more serious than those."

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

He said to Melinda and Coulson:

"I went in from the front and the two of you were guarding outside. Anyone running out of it, don't hesitate, shoot!"

After talking, Merlin opened the car door, fastened the buttons of his casual suit, and walked towards the warehouse with the gun.

When Coulson and Melinda were around, he did not use atomization, but reached out politely and knocked on the door in front of the warehouse door.

"Bee"

Three soft sounds, and a moment later, the door was opened.

A black man with weird Chinese characters on his neck raised his head and gave Merlin a vicious look. He said:

"This is private territory, get away!"

Merlin did not answer. He looked at the little **** in front of him, and there was a scarlet light spot deep in his eyes. This means that this guy has come into contact with the real dark magic and is beginning to be infected.

The little bastard's body was covered with hair by Merlin. He scolded and was about to close the door.

But at the next moment, Merlin buckled his wrist.

"The body you opened inside, I also want to participate."

Merlin said softly.

The black cultist wanted to resist, Merlin waved a foot, and under the brute force, the people in front of him were kicked into the warehouse even with the iron gate.

"Wow"

This loud noise interrupted the strange ceremony in the warehouse.

In front of Merlin, in the warehouse, more than 20 unscrupulous guys were kneeling around a rough stone altar, still chanting words in their mouths.

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

These guys seem to be offering sacrifices, but their offerings are too bad.

Their skill in killing sheep was very good, and the sacrifice was covered with disgusting blood. To be honest, if a devil is really watching them, such a bad sacrifice will definitely not let them win the favor of the devil.

"Profanity!"

Seeing his brother smashing to the ground, his mouth and nose were bleeding, miserable. The leader of this cult, a bald man with naked upper body, roared angrily. He grabbed the pistol in his hand and fired, but Merlin was faster and more accurate than him.

"boom"

A silver bullet flew out of the barrel of the gun, accurately interrupting the palm of the bald man.

Because these people are eroded by the weak magic of darkness, the holy silver bullets kill them more than ordinary bullets.

In the screams of the bald man, on the shattered palm of his hand, the smoke that was burning like a burst from his flesh and blood. He roared to incite others to attack Merlin, but he rushed out of the warehouse.

But at the moment when this guy rushed out of the warehouse, with a whisper, Melinda, who had been ambushed for a long time, kicked this pretty guy who was ambushed to the ground.

Melinda stepped forward and quickly shackled the man's wrist with handcuffs.

But just when she thought the matter was over, she saw the bald man grinning at her, and there was a trace of contemptuous smile on the wicked, uncommon face.

"Snapped"

A scorching glow of flames appeared on the skin of this bald man, and he freed the sturdy handcuffs easily. Upon seeing this, Melinda threw a punch on the guy's face, but failed to show the other person a painful expression at all, and the other fist she waved was precisely caught by the cultist.

At this moment, Melinda felt like her wrist was touched by a piece of red iron. The pain of her burnt skin made her scream, and then she was pressed on the ground by the bald head. The cultist raised his hand, and in his hand, the melted handcuffs were like daggers, and perhaps at the next moment, they would pierce Melinda's neck.

"boom"

There was another gunshot.

The brazen man with the bald man's face all about to be brutalized solidified at this moment, and in his eyes, the light of life was quickly dissipating.

He looked at the young man with a pistol in front of him in disbelief, then looked down at his chest, a holy silver bullet pierced his heart, messed it up, and ruined his last life.

"Snapped"

A big hole in the chest was laid and the body fell on the ground beside Melinda. The smelly, eccentric blood mixed on the girl's face.

Melinda quickly broke free of the fast-cooling fingers. She was lifted from the ground by Coulson. Melinda's right wrist had a **** wound.

Her skin was scorched, and the unbearable pain made the strong and reckless girl pale. Without Coleson's help, she would not even 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 the hesitation after the first murder. This was not the first time he shot.

In Louisiana, he shot and wounded a disguised Scoru.

But this time, a close-up shot killed a cultist, and the scene of blood splattering obviously affected him more visually.

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

"Are you injured?"

After 1 minute, while arranging the cuffs, Merlin walked out of the warehouse unharmed.

Behind him, the more than 20 stunned cultists lay there in a row, as for the altar exuding dark magic, which had been completely destroyed by Merlin.

He looked at Melinda, who was sitting on the side, pale, and the body in front of him. He walked to Melinda, squatted down, and examined the terrible burns on the wrists of his subordinates. He frowned and said:

"What's going on? Didn't I just let you guys see someone running and shoot?"

"Sorry, sir."

Melinda, still stained with blood on his face, said guilty:

"I thought I could catch him alive."

"It's pointless to catch alive."

Merlin took a small box from his pocket. He motioned for Coulson to grab Melinda's arm. He said softly to the two rookies:

"These people have been infested with the magic of darkness. 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 news from a lunatic. Hold back the pain!"

Merlin said something, then opened the box, took out a vial, and poured the amber liquid carefully onto Melinda's wound.

"Uh"

The liquid touched the wound and a faint white smoke rose.

Melinda gritted her teeth and couldn't help but utter a cry. Her other hand held Coleson's wrist, and the force of her fingers made Coleson's teeth hurt. Grin.

But the biting pain lasted only a few seconds, followed by a comfortable cool.

Melinda lowered her head and saw that the horrible scald wound on her wrist was no longer bleeding, and was covered with a strange layer of liquid.

"This one!"

Merlin put the vial filled with amber liquid in Melinda's hands. He said:

"I call it a trauma agent, a very useful gadget. Remember to apply it twice a day, it will recover in about 5 days... don't get wet, understand?"

"Ok."

Melinda nodded.

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

He looked down at the two embarrassed rookies. He shook his head and said:

"Now you know, what kind of trouble is my group 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 go to work in the old place at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning. If you can't accept it, go to Hitville to change jobs. I have greeted him...well, I am here today. , I hope you can learn something."

"Colson, you send Melinda back."

"Ok."

Coulson nodded, and he helped Melinda out of the **** warehouse.

Merlin watched the two subordinates leave. After their figures disappeared, Merlin took out a thing from his pocket. It was a weird badge, like iron, with the logo of the pentagram.

He found this thing in the altar, and it was this thing, which gave these three gangsters a chance to get in touch with magic.

Most importantly, behind this badge, there is a name written in demon language...

That was the person Merlin knew.

"Dimon. Hellstorm..."

Merlin looked at the name, then turned his head toward Wall Street. He put away the badge and said softly:

"The powerful half-demon hidden on Wall Street... what do you want to do?"

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