Chapter 427
: Vader: Walking on Fire
Chapter 427: Vader: Walking on Fire
When everyone retreated out of fear, Grindelwald walked past them all and went in first. Naturally, Vader, who had been following him, was no exception.
When he saw the scene inside, even though he was mentally prepared, his heart still tightened and his temples began to beat violently.
Wade wanted to take a deep breath to calm himself, but he felt a strong wave of nausea. He lowered his head and covered his mouth and nose, which slowed down his increasingly rapid breathing rate.
Waves of blue fire surged in all directions, almost clearing out all the personnel in the base within sight.
But Grindelwald's fire only burned those who were hostile to him. The other wizards in black cloaks and those behind the wall who were not sure whether they could be called "people" were not ignited.
As a result, everyone could see the scene inside more clearly.
Dozens or even hundreds of "experimental subjects" were locked up like livestock in transparent cages covered in blood. Their limbs were deformed, their skin was ulcerated, and they had strange feathers or scales on their bodies. They let out weak howls.
Some people looked like they were already dead; even when brilliant flames appeared before their eyes, they did not make any move to dodge.
Wade originally thought that the people in the base should only be transforming werewolves and vampires, but that was not the case.
Judging from the appearance of those "experiments", the people here are still trying the bloodlines of various magical creatures such as giants, trolls, goblins, banshees, mermaids, centaurs, etc.
Werewolves and vampires were transformed from humans, and although their mortality rate was high, it was generally controllable if appropriate measures were taken. For creatures that were completely different from human genes, transforming them was equivalent to killing them.
The people at the base were throwing countless people into this bottomless lottery pool, hoping to draw an SSR for the first time. The involvement of technology and genetic engineering did not make the process smoother or more humane.
Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, a flash of cold anger crossed his face, he waved his hand, and immediately several wizards holding the Flow Mirror Mother Mirror ran in to record the scene inside.
Grindelwald walked deeper and deeper, watching some of the "experimental subjects" even throw themselves into the flames, trying to burn themselves to death; watching some "people" let out miserable wails and scratch themselves until they were covered in blood.
He turned around and looked at the wizards behind him who had walked in with him and were now all silent.
He could see through the magical mist on the cloak and see clearly the young eyes under the hood.
Not long ago, there was doubt, defiance, weakness, disgust, blind loyalty, and inexplicable arrogance in these eyes.
But at this moment, their eyes had undergone a satisfactory transformation.
Grindelwald looked at everyone, his white hair dancing in the hot wind, his eyes as sharp as torches, as if burning himself and others.
"Before we set out, I asked you questions. Do you have the answers now?"
"Why am I still here? Why does the world still need the UMNO?"
“——This is the answer!”
The old voice rumbled in everyone's ears. Even Delain was shocked. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a word. In the end, he just bent down deeply.
Wade took two steps and quickly put some distance between himself and Grindelwald.
Then he saw that many black-robed wizards were like sunflowers chasing the sun. They bowed and saluted Grindelwald with unspeakable submission and awe.
Grindelwald raised his wand high, and a ball of red fireworks exploded above his head, blending with the flames below, outlining the surroundings like hell.
"Go," he said, "kill them all and bring me their leader!"
Many wizards scattered and rushed in all directions.
There were more voices shouting "Avada Kedavra", "Break into pieces", "Soul leaving the body", and "Crucia".
Muggles are terrible to wizards as a whole, but in a battle like this, facing wizards with all kinds of magical spells, ordinary people's troops have almost no ability to fight back.
The wizard holding the flow mirror diligently recorded the miserable conditions of the "experimental subjects", and then heard someone shouting that a new laboratory had been discovered, so he hurried over to continue recording.
"Snapped!"
In a transparent cage not far from Wade, a "person" with black hair all over his body and a head five or six times larger than a normal person was banging hard on the bulletproof glass.
Wade turned his head and saw a pair of blood-red eyes looking at him pleadingly. The man opened his mouth and spoke word by word with all his strength -
"Kill... me... please... kill... me..."
Vader looked into his eyes, and as if his breath had been taken away, the fingers holding the wand trembled slightly.
Boundless anger and sorrow filled his heart, making his heart ache.
A black-robed wizard walked up to Grindelwald. He turned his head and looked curiously at the hooded Wade not far away, then asked in a low voice:
"Sir, are these guys also..."
He looked at the experimental subjects and made a killing gesture.
"No, leave them here." Grindelwald said with a smile, "The Ministry of Magic will have a bigger headache than us in dealing with these people."
The black-robed wizard bowed his head in conviction and said, "Yes."
Grindelwald sent everyone to do their work, then waved to Wade and said, "Follow me, boy."
Wade, who had deliberately kept his distance just now, looked at him, said nothing, and walked over.
He was so distracted that he didn't notice that some people had just brought blue flames around. Grindelwald saw it and was about to raise his hand to extinguish the flames, but he saw Vader calmly step over the flames without being hurt, and the smile in his eyes deepened.
He waved his wand, no longer maintaining those dangerous blue flames, and walked out of the place.
When Wade was about to go out, he seemed to hear an extremely desperate cry in his ears. He turned around subconsciously and saw that the "person" with red eyes was looking at him steadily, with an irrepressible strong desire in his eyes.
Vader raised his wand and pointed it at the man.
The black-robed wizard stopped him quickly: "Wait, you can't--"
"Oh!"
After a muffled sound, the black-robed wizard turned around suddenly and saw that the person in the glass cage had exploded into a ball of bloody mist, deader than dead, but on his flying head there was a strange smile of satisfaction.
Seeing this, the other experimental subjects immediately started to make a commotion. Many of them rushed to the glass wall and slapped it hard, making various gestures, praying that Wade could give them such a quick and clean death.
The black-robed wizard murmured, "You kid... you really want to break with that side..." - What break?
Vader looked at him in confusion.
He was still immersed in the emotion of what he had just done. His breathing was rapid, his wand was shaking slightly in his hand, and there seemed to be a rumbling sound of blood surging in his ears.
Wade raised his wand again, intending to cast a calming spell on himself, but his arm was suddenly grabbed by the black-robed wizard.
"Alright, alright. Killing one person can be considered an impulse, but if you continue to disobey Mr. Grindelwald's orders, even you will be punished."
The black-robed wizard pushed him out the door and said quickly, "But I really like your character. Let's have a drink together after this is over! By the way, my name is Antoine Moreau. Don't forget me, Gray."
Suddenly having his name called out was more effective than a spell, and Vader calmed down instantly.
He took a deep look at the other person. Apart from the fact that the man was nearly 1.80 meters tall, the only noticeable feature was that he was wearing a silver four-leaf clover ring on his hand.
Wade followed the man's force and left the room, and saw Grindelwald standing in the corridor, looking back at him, his eyes seemed not surprised at all.
"Let's go," he said.
Wade followed him silently and found that Grindelwald was very familiar with the terrain of this place. He led Wade around several corners and pushed open a door with a clear purpose.
This is actually the monitoring room.
The staff inside were nowhere to be seen, the desk and the floor were extremely messy, and most of the surveillance screens had gone on strike due to the magic, showing a patchwork of black and white snowflakes.
Only about one-third of the cameras were still working, showing the fighting between the Wushu Party and the enemy soldiers in various places.
Both sides suffered casualties, and the wizards did not have an overwhelming advantage. Although the Armor Spell could block ordinary bullets, they still had to react in time.
Grindelwald sat relaxed in the chair and let out a long breath. His thriving vitality quickly faded away, and his whole body exuded fatigue and weakness.
Seeing Vader looking at him, Grindelwald smiled and said, "Are you surprised? I am not as powerful as people think. If you act now, you might be able to send me to Nurmengard again... or to Hell."
Wade could feel that he was actually very sincere at this moment, and that his tiredness and weakness did not seem like a disguise at all.
The rest of the witch party had been sent out by Grindelwald, and only Vader was by his side. And Vader's eyes told him that there was no one hiding around him.
He took off his hood, looked at the terrifying dark wizard, and asked, "If you think I will do it, why don't you leave a few more people behind? Or are you willing to see your career just getting started and then come to an abrupt end?"
"My career?" Grindelwald smiled. "Do you know what I want to do?"
Vader's eyes flickered.
Except for poor students and fools, how many people in the wizarding world don’t know Grindelwald’s slogan?
Without waiting for Vader to answer, Grindelwald gave his own answer -
"I did want wizards to rule over Muggles. It was an unprecedented opportunity. The whole world was in turmoil. I had collaborators among the Muggle leaders... But unfortunately, both he and I failed."
"What do wizards have now? In just a few decades, the peaceful and comfortable life has made them so cowardly, lazy and extremely incompetent."
Grindelwald looked at the surveillance video with disdain. A wizard and a soldier suddenly encountered each other. Before he could even raise his wand, he was shot through the stomach by the other party's bullet.
If his companions had not rushed over immediately, the wizard would have been shot in the head in the next second.
There were many wizards who were injured or even killed due to reasons like slow reaction, lack of proficiency in spells or inability to aim. Grindelwald felt his heart burning with rage and he wanted to smash those pieces of trash to pieces several times.
Thinking about the battle-hardened elites under his command in the past, and then looking at the green hands now, Grindelwald resisted the urge to curse, but could not help but sigh.
"A hotbed of peace cannot breed fighters who are brave enough to change. All I want is to sow the seeds of resistance in their hearts."
Grindelwald sighed, "Just now, my most important goal has been accomplished... No matter how many years pass, I believe that the wizards present will never forget what they saw. They will always remember the cruelty and greed of Muggles and will never let down their guard against them."
"What about you, Weed Grey?"
"You are a smart child. After seeing these facts, do you still think that Muggles are a weak group that needs protection, as Dumbledore said?"
Grindelwald asked.
Wade thought for a while, and instead of avoiding the question like before, he said, "Weakness and strength are always relative, but morality and justice are not."
He paused for a moment and continued, "Muggles will hurt wizards, and wizards will hurt Muggles. Unforgivable crimes exist in both groups. I think it is wrong to only see one part of it and define a certain group as an enemy one-sidedly."
"But it is also true that wizards were persecuted by Muggles to the point that they had to isolate the magical community and hide like rats!" Grindelwald said sharply, "Isn't it ridiculous that they want to understand each other without even the basis for an equal dialogue?"
"But to change reality, bloody rule and killing are even more impossible. You have proved this." Wade said bluntly: "Muggles have been killing each other for thousands of years. Many more of their compatriots died in the war than wizards. Do you think they have surrendered?"
"Why not?" Grindelwald sneered and asked, "Isn't there an Indian girl among your companions? Do you know how many years her country has been ruled by Brahmins and Kshatriyas? No one in that place resisted the untouchables!"
Wade choked for a moment, then said: "But not all Muggles are Dalits in India. Unless you can kill all the educated ordinary people, it is impossible to achieve your ideal of complete wizard rule over Muggles."
"If you kill the Muggles, what about other magical creatures who oppose wizard rule? If you kill the magical creatures, what about the peaceful wizards? If you kill everyone, who will be left by your side?"
"Hatred and massacre are just crude venting and will never solve the problem!"
"If we want to change the status quo, we must clearly distinguish one question: who is our enemy? Who is our friend? Only by uniting everyone broadly and winning more allies can we strengthen our own strength and isolate and weaken the enemy in a targeted manner!"
"The enemy can be a wizard or a Muggle, but he must be a villain who has caused harm to the majority of people and violated basic morality and justice! Instead of drawing a line like you did, and then forcing everyone to believe that everyone on the other side of the line is an enemy!"
"If you mindlessly push everyone to the opposite side of yourself, then even the best situation will turn into ashes, just like you did back then..."
"Cough cough cough cough cough cough..."
Grindelwald suddenly let out a deafening cough, as if he was going to vomit out his lungs. His thin back was bent like a taut bow, and his violent coughing echoed throughout the room.
Wade immediately shut his mouth, with a hint of annoyance in his eyes.
——Oops! I was talking too much!
Wade looked at the 110-year-old man coughing and shaking in his chair, and was worried that he might accidentally anger him to death.
(End of this chapter)