Chapter 910
Stern's Dire Situation
Chapter 910 Stern's Dire Situation
Stern stared incredulously at the empty station, the last trace of color draining from his face.
The empty platform before him, like a cold mockery, instantly made Stern understand everything—
Brolin had already abandoned all his loyal followers and escaped alone with Ilary and the valuable puppets.
Those who were left behind were nothing more than expendable pawns used to buy time.
For the first time, a complete and undisguised despair appeared in those eyes that were always full of calculation and vigilance.
"The leader is gone... The leader... Brolin abandoned us and ran away!"
Someone had been running alongside him, clearly with the same thought. However, upon seeing the scene inside the station, they screamed in despair.
Although the purgers are now leaderless, they have persisted in their resistance until now because some cadres have not given up.
They had followed Brolin and witnessed firsthand the densely packed puppets inside the underground station, so no matter how difficult the situation became, they never gave up.
It was because they constantly encouraged their members at the bottom that the Purifiers did not collapse in the face of the wizards' powerful offensive.
But at this moment, it was their faith that collapsed first.
Then some people put down their fighting and rushed into the station, searching back and forth in the empty space, hoping that Brolin would appear suddenly like a god with reinforcements.
Someone else grabbed Stern by the collar, shaking him and shouting, "Stern! Where are they? Where are the puppets? Where did they all go? Stern!"
A heavy and swift punch landed on Stern's side of the face, sending him flying.
The man flew out like a sack, crashing heavily onto the steps, his head bleeding profusely.
He gave a bitter laugh: "We've all been abandoned! Don't you understand? We've all been abandoned!"
The cruel truth was revealed, and everyone's face turned similarly ashen.
……
The sound traveled through the passage, and the helpless lower-level members gave up resisting.
Even when facing the wizard they "hated" the most, it seemed impossible to arouse their fighting spirit anymore.
"and many more!"
Lyra used a precise spell to knock away an Auror's Explosive Charm.
The spell was directed at a young girl with a face full of fear and tears, who was holding a secondhand wand that she had somehow acquired, her fingers trembling incessantly.
Lyra walked over and, to the girl's terrified gaze, grasped the wand whose fur was now showing.
With a slight effort, she snatched the wand into her own hand, then reached out to tidy the girl's messy hair.
“Take her out,” she said to the Auror who was beside her. “She’s just a bewitched child.”
"Yes, Ms. Picqueli!"
Auror respectfully replied, grabbed the girl's arm, and led her away.
The girl stumbled along with his support, and when they reached the fork in the road, she couldn't help but turn back for one last look at the place she considered "home".
Some die-hards, taking cover, continued firing wildly, letting out desperate roars.
Her familiar elder lay in a pool of blood, and with a wave of the wizard's wand, the corpse flew away as if it were some unsightly piece of trash.
The woman who had let her go followed the wizard, her steps unhurried, a faint smile seemingly playing on her lips.
The girl was in tears, and several times she tried to break free from the Auror's grip and rush back, but she was too scared to do anything.
"Don't waste Ms. Picqueli's kindness, or I'll make you taste the agony of having your bones ripped out!" The man beside her seemed to have seen through her intentions and suddenly warned her coldly:
"For a purge like you whose goal is to destroy wizards, the Magical Congress authorizes us to use the Unforgivable Curse!"
The girl couldn't help but shudder, and only one sentence flashed through her mind:
—Wizards, they really are still such savage and evil beings!
……
As the last companion prepared to escape, he turned around and saw the man still lying on the ground, and couldn't help but advise him:
"You should leave too, Stern... With the organization in this state, there's no need for you to keep working for it! You've done enough!"
"Leave?" Stern stared hopelessly at the mottled ceiling and asked hoarsely, "After we leave, what about our goals? What about our hatred? Are we just going to give it all up like this?"
The companion retorted, "What else? Brolin has already run away."
He turned and ran two steps, then turned back just before rushing into the narrow passage and said:
“Your mother has been gone for many years, hasn’t she? You should let go of your hatred... People have to keep living.”
After he finished speaking, the screams and cries seemed to be very close. Without further hesitation, the person ran away as fast as he could.
But Stern knew that their wandering around like this was actually very dangerous.
Even without the wizards chasing them, they could easily get lost in the intricate underground passages and be trapped and die there.
Once outside the area occupied by the purgers, the germ-laden insects and garbage posed a deadly threat, and the rumble of the trains passing overhead was like muffled thunder, echoing throughout the space and disorienting all other sounds.
Even if you encounter a living person, it's not a good thing, because those operating underground might be drug addicts, fugitives, mentally ill people, or even serial killers, or they might be involved in shady deals.
Even so, they all felt that dying miserably in some unknown corner was far better than being captured and interrogated by a wizard.
Stern was too tired; he was too exhausted to struggle any longer.
Because he knew perfectly well that whether he ran or not, his wish to completely eradicate wizards and magic from the world had lost even the faintest hope.
But he didn't want to die so miserably, so he forced himself to get up from the ground, waved his wand, and cleaned the blood off his clothes and face.
"boom--!"
The heavy iron gate was not closed to begin with, but it was blasted open by a powerful explosive spell.
Amidst the rubble and dust, several Aurors surged in through the breach, their wands glowing with a dangerous light, pointing at the only target inside the station.
Stern looked at the wizards and gave a bitter smile.
Instead of pointing his wand at the enemy, he pointed it at his own chest and slowly opened his mouth:
"Avada..."
A beam of incantation suddenly shot in from the breach, striking the floor in front of Stern at incredible speed.
The once flat stone slab suddenly bulged up, as if a large mushroom had suddenly grown out of the ground.
Stern was caught off guard and thrown to the ground, his incantation interrupted and his wand flying out of his hand.
A figure walked in from the entrance, caught the wand flying towards him, and said, "Give up, Stern."
Stern stared at him in shock, his voice hoarse as he said, "Fontana... Principal?"
“It’s me,” Fontana said guiltily.
(End of this chapter)