Chapter 1269 Final Assessment
Werewolves hold a lower status in wizarding society than vampires. They are at the bottom of the social hierarchy and are considered an "inferior race" because of their ability to spread infection, and have always suffered severe discrimination.
They usually live on the edge of the magical world. Whenever the full moon comes, the kind werewolves either take wolf venom potion or lock themselves up to avoid losing their minds and harming others after transforming.
As for the unkind, or even evil, they will let themselves go out of control, attacking wizards and Muggles, spreading rampage, and taking revenge on those who fear and discriminate against them.
Vincent learns from the old men who are rebuilding the European intelligence network that there is a group of werewolves in Britain whose goal is to bite and infect as many people as possible.
They often select children who grow up far from their parents, harboring hatred for normal wizards, and are eventually assimilated into their ranks.
“Fenrir Greyback…” Vincent looked at the information on the projection screen and murmured the name of the werewolf leader.
He remembered Sirius talking about Lupin after drinking, and if he remembered correctly, Lupin turned into a werewolf because of Fenrir Greyback.
As I continued flipping through the documents, I found that many children were indeed mentioned as having been attacked.
They included wizards, Muggles, and children of Ministry of Magic officials.
Vincent coldly closed the projection screen.
Over several decades, the number of children attacked by Graybuck alone was staggering.
The vast majority of the kind werewolves living on the fringes of the magical world are his victims.
To leave such a menace alive until now, Fudge still has the audacity to call himself a "wise leader," claiming that the British wizarding world under his leadership is the safest place in the world.
Two days later in the evening.
Vincent donned the white cloak of the Presbyterian Church and came downstairs without saying a word.
The 50 soldiers of the Masma unit were ready to go. They did not know what the final assessment would be, but they saw the seriousness on the instructors' faces and knew that the place they were about to go would be dangerous.
“Soldiers,” Vincent’s voice was amplified by magic, clearly reaching the ears of every soldier, “you were supposed to be facing dark wizards, but reality is always crueler than training. You have already witnessed the methods of the Death Eaters and know that they treat Muggles like ants.”
He paused for a moment, letting his words sink into everyone's hearts.
"Tonight's enemy is Fenrir Greyback and his pack of wolves. They don't stop at killing; they take pleasure in spreading curses. They specifically target children to create more of their kind. I'll send you the relevant information on the way."
The soldiers remained motionless, gripping the Dominator's pistols even tighter.
"Maxma's mission is to become the first line of defense to protect his fellow human beings when the boundary between the magical and Muggle worlds finally disappears. Tonight is the time to test whether this line of defense is strong enough."
Vincent turned and got into a military truck, and the soldiers followed suit under Hunter's orders.
As the sun set, five military trucks drove out of the base and headed towards their destination.
The newly established European intelligence network of the Daixu Society is not yet perfect and can only provide a general scope of activities.
But that was enough, because as the full moon hung high in the sky, a series of chilling roars echoed from the quiet edge of the Scottish Highlands.
These sounds were extremely piercing, with very high frequencies, as if they were trying to pierce everyone's eardrums and souls.
Five military trucks followed the sound and eventually stopped outside an abandoned chemical plant.
Vincent immediately cast Anti-Apparition Charm after getting out of the car, followed by Fiendfyre to surround the entire factory.
Fear of fire is an animal's instinct, as evidenced by the werewolves' growls.
Vincent turned around and looked behind him. In the firelight, he saw the soldiers' resolute faces.
"Remember, you are not wizards, but your power is just as great. You have weapons, equipment, training, and most importantly, willpower."
Vincent raised his double serpent staff high, and the Fiery Blaze in front of the factory gate split open in the middle. "The test begins."
The soldiers were divided into five squads and entered the factory in an orderly manner.
The team commander was Corporal Gene, who had the highest overall rating. Before entering the factory, his Dominator pistol had been switched to penetration mode.
When a werewolf transforms, its skin is covered with thick fur, its muscle fibers are reorganized into a structure more adapted to the activities of a wild beast, it has extremely strong explosive power, and its sharp claws can easily tear flesh and even shred any obstacle in front of it.
In addition, their sense of smell will be greatly enhanced, enabling them to track scents from miles away, and their night vision will be significantly improved.
Corporal Gene led a team to cautiously climb a building. They knew their location had been exposed and that werewolves were watching them, but this was actually intentional.
The Dominator Pistol, with its body shimmering with a ghostly blue light, is their greatest weapon. Their matte black combat suits are covered with "physical-magical composite armor," which has effectively defended against direct hits from stun spells and small explosive spells in tests, but no one knows whether it can withstand the claws of werewolves.
The first werewolf pounced from the shadows. He was huge, over two meters tall, and dripped saliva with a terrible curse from between his fangs.
"Fire!"
The three beams struck simultaneously, blasting three bloody holes in the werewolf's chest.
But he only staggered slightly, roaring as he continued his charge.
Corporal Gene shouted, "Switch to demolition mode!"
The two soldiers on the flank immediately adjusted their weapons, and the orange-red beams of the explosive mode struck the werewolf's leg. The violent energy release blasted him to the ground, where he rolled around in pain.
Corporal Gene fired two more shots into his chest, then spoke into his communicator: “This is a team. The werewolf’s regeneration is faster than the intelligence reports. Demolition mode is effective at dealing damage.”
The werewolf lying on the ground had a bloody mess on his chest and looked like he was on the verge of death, but the wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Without hesitation, Corporal Gene fired two more shots into his forehead.
The scene of brains splattering did not occur; werewolves have extremely strong bones and are exceptionally resilient.
"Captain, we are surrounded!"
Corporal Gene raised his gun, pointing it at the fallen werewolf. Six werewolves were closing in from different directions.
Their movement was not a blind charge by wild beasts, but a coordinated attack by trained predators.
"Maintain long-range suppression!"
Corporal Gene kept pulling the trigger, feeling sweat dripping down his forehead.
Their training has involved fighting puppets and even simulating Death Eaters, but real dark creatures are a completely different matter.
Corporal Gene could smell the blood and the stench of wild animals in the air, and he could hear his teammates' rapid breathing.
Despite his severe injuries, a werewolf broke through the encirclement of fire, his claws slicing across the chests of the front-line soldiers.
A piercing metallic tearing sound rang out. The composite armor held firm, with graphene and magic like Niven layering down the physical impact, and defensive magic weakening the black magic corrosion attached to the claw tips.
Instead of retreating, the soldier pressed the muzzle of his gun against the werewolf's abdomen and pulled the trigger hard.
The Bomb mode, when released at close range, sends the werewolf flying.
"Well done, Jason!"
The joy of victory lasted only a second, because there were still 5 werewolves left.
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