"Ga, dead."
"Ga ga, stupid hairless ape…"
Two crows perched on a branch, watching the internal strife among the werewolves in the woods, mocking the reckless folly of the frail, hairless ape.
But at that moment, with a muffled "bang!", a burst of blood erupted from Greyback's shoulder.
The immense force even made him step back, forcing him to release Lupin.
Greyback looked at his left shoulder in confusion, finding a large hole punched through it, now gushing blood.
A spell?
Who? Who is attacking me? Then, "bang!" his left leg also suddenly exploded with a hole.
This time, he finally heard that sound.
Suddenly, he remembered something; Muggles seem to have a weapon that can inflict damage on enemies from a great distance. The sound just now seemed to be from that kind of weapon.
Thinking this, he violently threw himself to the ground, almost at the moment he fell, a tree behind him also exploded with a hollow.
Had he not lain down, that shot would have hit his head.
"Who is it!?"
"Cowardly scoundrel! Come out! I will tear you to pieces, I will bite through your throat!"
Greyback was crawling rapidly on the ground, shouting loudly. His left arm and leg were rapidly stopping the blood, but the injuries were severe, and he was not in a complete transformation state, unable to recover immediately.
This filled him with fear; the enemy's weapon could hurt him, even kill him, yet he had not even seen the enemy's appearance.
He tried hard to discern the enemy's position, but judging from the sound just now, the enemy was too far away for him to find.
But then, he heard footsteps.
Soon, a man dressed in camouflage combat gear, holding a large-caliber shotgun, emerged from the woods, appearing in front of Greyback.
Then, from another side, the sound of a gun bolt being cocked, "click," and a burly man carrying a machine gun also emerged.
From all directions around the werewolves' gathering place, Muggle soldiers in camouflage combat gear appeared.
Their weapons varied, but each one was silent.
"It was you?" Greyback recognized the combat gear, the same as those worn by the guys they had bloodily killed when attacking a Muggle family.
Finally, after a man carrying a sniper rifle emerged from the woods, they completed the encirclement of the werewolves.
The burly man pressed a coin to his ear, "The pack is in position."
A voice came from the other side, "Proceed."
The burly man looked at Greyback, eyes flashing with the fire of revenge, and roared: "You've heard the boss's orders, don't let any escape, regardless of life or death. Move!"
With his words, a dozen Muggle soldiers put away their firearms and each injected themselves with some kind of drug, then roared, "Moga!"
It was like a spell; the bodies of the Muggle soldiers immediately began to transform, their hands and feet turning into claws, their mouths elongating into wolf snouts, hair growing all over their bodies, and their legs becoming digitigrade. In no time, they all turned into full-fledged werewolves.
They injected a magically harmonized potion to sustain the magical energy consumption in their transformed state.
This magic energy was originally provided by the surge of the magical rabies virus during the full moon, but to maintain their rationality, the werewolf potion suppressed the virus, hence, they needed an extra injection of magical potion for transformation.
Through the Seed of Mind, Murphy imprinted his demonic form into their minds and changed their transformation trigger from "seeing the full moon" to imagining the demonic form in their mind and shouting "Moga."
This was similar to a process of "visualization," essentially a magical contract based on the Seed of Mind.
Visualizing Murphy's demonic form was equivalent to ordinary werewolves seeing the full moon, and their shout of "Moga" was an application for transformation.
Since the trigger for transformation was changed to Murphy's form constructed through the Seed of Mind, he had absolute control over their transformation, able to deny their request to transform or even force them to transform without their consent.
That is to say, these werewolves only had the right to use the power of transformation, while the ownership remained firmly in Murphy's hands.
Watching the Muggle soldiers suddenly transform into werewolves, Greyback was stunned, "You, you were those werewolves..."
"That day, you let us taste despair, now it's time for an eye for an eye." Radwan Perry looked down at Greyback, "The pain of the comrades you killed, we will return in full!"
After he spoke, the Muggle soldiers charged at the werewolves.
The faces of the werewolves showed extreme terror, just as they had seen on their opponents not long ago.
To inflict the same pain on the aggressor in the same way was a thorough revenge.
Murphy stood at the top of a tree, overlooking the bloody slaughter below, neither stopping it nor helping.
First, there was no need; these Muggle-transformed werewolves had rich special combat experience and cooperated very well with each other, far stronger than ordinary werewolves who lost their intelligence after transformation. Moreover, their opponents could not transform and relied on some spells that were basically ineffective against werewolves, posing no threat.
Second, this was their revenge; he did not want to disturb their enjoyment.
He leaped down from the tree top, came to Lupin lying on the ground with a big gash on his neck, his blood already soaking the grass beneath him. Seeing Murphy, he suddenly reached out a hand, grabbing Murphy's pant leg, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something.
Murphy leaned closer, and after a while, he understood Lupin's words.
"Spare, their lives..."
"...Not, all, are... bad... they just had, no other..."
"Alright, alright, you should worry about yourself first, Mr. Lupin."
Saying this, Murphy snapped his fingers, letting a house-elf that appeared out of nowhere take Lupin back to the magical research institute for rescue.
Murphy had not planned to completely exterminate these werewolves; eliminating the chief evil, Greyback, and taking the others back to the institute for research or to train as werewolf soldiers was his original plan.
The Muggle soldiers' furious attack was, besides revenge, mainly to disintegrate the opponent's resistance through a thunderous strike.
These specific implementation issues did not require his intervention; Radwan and his team were tactical experts and knew what to do.
He then came to Greyback, who was torn to shreds by more than a dozen werewolves but was still alive, and the bite wounds on his body were slowly healing.
This guy was indeed different from ordinary werewolves.
It seemed a waste to kill him outright; better to take him back for research.
But before that, Murphy had some questions to ask him.
"After the Carrow siblings were captured, you changed your meeting place. Tell me, where is Albert Runcorn?"
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