"Wait, wait, I'm a little confused. Why does the secret door in the clown's cabinet lead here? The wind chimes scratched the white head.

"I'm afraid that this fourth-year student with a good reputation in the whole school has long been an undercover agent of the World Occult Council!" Russell gave an answer that stunned the wind chimes.

Theoretically, the House does not prohibit students from taking on any positions outside the House at the same time, but this needs to be reported to the House, which the Joker apparently does not do.

Just as Russell lowered his head and thought about countermeasures, the ghosts wandering in the research institute sent back new visual images that made Russell's body tremble suddenly.

A trilobite ghost infiltrates the room, and human arms, legs and feet "grow" from the spinning gear machine, which looks hideous and terrifying. Several researchers in white coats sat aside, operating these bizarre instruments that were integrated with the human body, jotting down parameters on paper.

"The human body is refined, a research project that has been banned by parliament in the last century!" Russell frowned slightly.

Another Archaeopteryx ghost floated into the room, where glass jars filled with liquid were filled with developing human fetuses.

These fetuses are like they are in the womb, and they have different stages of development.

Some are completely humanoid, like small insects; Some have just grown noses and eyes; Some have differentiated their limbs, but their tails have not disappeared.

The surface of each glass jar is painted with green runes symbolizing the soul, which flicker from time to time.

"It's the study of how souls are produced during fetal development!" As a master of necromancy and life, Russell recognized this forbidden research at a glance, "Because it will damage the soul of the fetus, it is also a forbidden research project!" ”

As a student with a technocratic tendency, Russell did not have much aversion to all kinds of relatively taboo studies involving the marginal areas of human ethics.

After all, this is a world where the dead can be resurrected, and as long as they are willing to pay the cost, certain seemingly forbidden research, such as human sacrifice, may not cause substantial harm.

But this is the secret research institute of the World Occult Council. It is so ironic that the council secretly studies its own forbidden projects.

"Oh my God! What do we see? Will we really make it out of here alive? The wind chimes on the phone looked at the picture shared by Russell and was terrified.

Suddenly, the wind chime's expression froze, pointing to a picture shared by Russell, his pupils widened and widened, and his body trembled violently:

"Is it me who is in this picture?"

Meanwhile, in what appears to be an uninhabited room in a chemistry lab, the ghost of a velociraptor looks at the cluttered pile of data on the desktop.

Among the dossiers, there is a color photograph on a piece of paper.

The photo shows a young girl, her snow-white hair is eye-catching, the girl's eyes are full of tears, and her expression is full of fear.

"This is me, this is me! It's what I was when I was alive. In the telepathy, the sound of the wind chimes was tinted with a trill.

Although the details of his facial features have changed slightly after transforming into a ghost, the wind chimes still recognize himself at a glance!

The characteristics of the people in the play led Russell to bump into this photo in a way full of coincidences.

"But you were killed by the thorn birds. Theoretically, all of your data has disappeared or been replaced with a version that does not include you! Russell's expression became more and more solemn, and he vaguely guessed some possibility.

This is a photo kept by the thorn bird itself!

Russell manipulated the ghost and flipped through these pieces of paper to quickly appreciate the relevant research content:

"This is the research being done by the thorn bird. Sacrifice the soul and life of an extraordinary person to create a large number of potions that can awaken ordinary people to extraordinary powers—the same awakening potions that the Arctic wolves have taken.

The witch took photographs of most of the victims, and recorded the corresponding physiological states and spiritual levels to study the relationship between the quality of the raw material and the finished product.

"The Thorn Bird is supposed to have left behind simple and crude manuscripts, but the World Occult Council did not know how to get these manuscripts, organized them into a more rigorous format, and added other materials.

"The World Occult Council against Jing ...... The name can't be mentioned again...... I was interested in the research and wanted to explore how to mass-produce transcendents in the least costly way.

"They did start trying, here is the list of victims used for sacrifice by the M3 Institute in the last three years......"

The more Russell spoke, the more frightened he became, and he recalled the scene when he climbed the abandoned tower and stepped into the Thorn Bird Chamber with Duncan and the Demon King.

The dried blood and dust-covered corpses left an indelible impression in the young man's mind.

Too many innocent people have sacrificed themselves in order to find a way to reach the fantastic power that ordinary people can also access.

On the screen of the mobile phone, the wind chimes seem to recall the terrifying scene of his life again, holding his head, his eyes are empty and his body is trembling slightly.

"I don't know why the results of the Thorn Bird came to the hands of the World Occult Council. The worst of the worst is that the World Occult Council, possibly secretly supporting the Thorn Birds. Russell's tone was low.

The demon king in his heart finally couldn't bear it anymore at this moment:

"What the hell are the people of the World Occult Council doing? Are these scum too embarrassed to become the managers of the otherworld? ”

"I believe that the majority of members of parliament should be unaware. In the Otherworld, the more influential Secret Societies and Witchcraft Families all have a seat in the World Occult Council. "But there is a group of people who must have known and even single-handedly dominated everything. ”

"The Supreme Council!" Russell and the demon king in their hearts said the name of this organization at the same time, which represents the pinnacle of the supernatural world.

The sleeping demon, who is also in the mobile phone and has been silent, saw that his colleague wind chimes were so painful, and wanted to scold a few words, but remembered that he was also a demon who had done a lot of evil, so he didn't say anything.

Russell gently stroked the screen of the phone, injected spiritual energy, and soothed the wind chimes that were half frightened and half angry in the phone:

"O Wind Chimes, if our speculation is true, that is, the High Council is secretly supporting the study of the Thorn Bird.

"Then the list of murderers will probably have to be added to the Supreme Council.

"And with my physique, this worst-case guess is most likely true.

"The object of our revenge is quite powerful."

The wind chimes in the mobile phone were stunned for a moment, and there was only astonishment on the delicate face, and I couldn't believe my ears:

"Wait a minute, Russell, you mean that. Are you going to be an enemy of the High Council? ”

This is the pinnacle of the entire transcendent world, huh?

"We." Russell corrected the wording of the wind chimes, "Declaring war on the whole world and defeating the most invincible and powerful enemies is what the protagonist should do, isn't it?" ”

The demon in Russell's heart gave a thumbs up:

"Well said, boy! Ambitious"

Russell nodded lightly with a smile on his lips.

Because the object of revenge may include two fifth-grade powerhouses, Russell subconsciously checked his spiritual state, and suddenly found that he didn't know when he had reached the peak of the middle of the third grade.

This is clearly the practice of extraordinary feedback!

When did I perform the Way of the Dark Arts?

Was it the pain that was inflicted on the monsters when they made a big fuss about the rules and the strange talk about the corridor before? No, that little bit of spiritual feedback isn't enough!

Could it be that I have unearthed the dark side of the world's supernatural council? Discover that darkness is also the job of a dark magician?

Or did I just feel angry and have extreme negative emotions that deepened my understanding of black witchcraft?

Russell couldn't find the exact reason for it for a while, and suspected that multiple choices were all choices.

He put aside the doubts in his heart for a moment and turned his thoughts back to reality:

"All in all, the water is too deep.

"We're going to get out of this place and get back to the academy!"

His expression became serious again, and he poured spiritual energy into the dimensional ring on his toe, causing it to emit a ghostly light in an attempt to teleport out of the area.

I saw a flash of ghostly light, and the invisible Russell disappeared, but immediately reappeared in the same place.

In the moment of vanishing, a line of blood-colored rules flashed through Russell's mind.

"Without permission, any teleportation spells and dimensional gates are invalid within the M3 Institute!"

This kind of rule again?

Russell, who had wasted a teleportation, frowned slightly, and could only sneak along the corridor forward, approaching the stairs leading to the second floor according to the map reported by the ghost before.

There is a window on the second floor that leads to the outside world, as long as he smashes the window, he can leave this secret base, jump from thousands of meters in the air, and perform another teleportation spell outside this fortress, away from this place!

The invisible Russell dodged several waves of guards or researchers in quick succession and made his way up the stairs to the second floor.

At this moment, only to hear the piercing siren sound! One red light after another flashed rapidly.

"Intruder, intruder!"

Russell's heart contracted again.

Is it the strange talk about the corridor that has been noticed by the maker of the corridor space?

One by one, the guards in red tights, hearing the siren, immediately began to search up and down, and they walked in groups of three or four through the corridors, rooms, and stairs.

Russell, who was about to walk to the window at the edge of the fortress, could only turn in advance at the intersection in order to avoid the guards, sneaking while driving the ghost to observe the surrounding environment and avoid the patrolling guards as much as possible.

After turning several times in a row and walking around a corner, Russell saw four more red-clad guards approaching him, and one of them sent waves of azure ripples in front of him with his fingertips, which was some kind of detection spell.

Russell didn't hesitate, and hid in the office with the door open next to him.

Entering the room and quickly hiding in the corner, Russell took a light breath before turning his head to look at the situation in the room.

Russell, who was invisible, dilated his pupils again.

There were only two men in the room, sitting in an ergonomic chair, talking to each other.

One was dressed in a hot tuxedo, and half of his face was wearing a happy black and white clown mask, and from the other half of his face, it could be seen that his facial features were quite good.

The other appears to be nearly middle-aged, with featureless features, most notably his blue beard.

Fourth-year student of the Higher Academy, clown!

Greenbeard's younger brother, Bluebeard!

……

The High House, the garden of the clown.

"Well, Mr. Headmaster, you are a famous master in the entire supernatural world, I am sure you will not embarrass us, come with us now."

"Don't worry about the management of the college. I will temporarily take over control of the entire academy during the time that Mr. Principal is away, as instructed by the document! ”

Greenbeard's smile was filled with undisguised banter, and he beckoned to the dozen men and women in suits and leather shoes behind him:

"Prepare to set up the teleportation circle and take Mr. Headmaster to the headquarters of the World Occult Council!"

A number of college teachers fell from the sky and stood beside the old headmaster.

"How? Mr. Principal, are you going? The elegant black cat floated beside the old headmaster's side face, "If you leave, I can lead the team and search the Joker's villa!" ”

With that, Professor Black Amber cast an angry glance at Greenbeard and the others.

Looking at Greenbeard's grin, the old headmaster's old but still powerful fists clenched tightly.

During this time, as a student Duncan, who dared to offend me? Uh, except for teachers.

Any guy who is self-righteous and wants to teach him a lesson, isn't he all killed by me pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

You, you are also worthy?

"I'm sorry, I'm doing something important right now, so please wait an hour or two." The old headmaster replied in a cold tone.

"You mean to disobey orders?" Greenbeard's tone was also a little heavier, and a solemn aura once again emerged from the summons document in his hand, causing the air to freeze tightly.

At this time, there were already more than a dozen or twenty figures floating in the night sky.

One by one, the students of the Higher Education Institute were attracted by the gushing breath just now, and came to see what was happening in the dormitory!

Among the dozen or so figures floating in the air, there are Violet and White, freshmen who have just entered the Higher Academy, Subway who likes to watch the excitement and Clara who was forcibly pulled, Lilith, a night owl from the Star Spell Research Society, Starfire standing on the flying carpet, and fourth-year powerful Radiance and Traveler.

When they saw Mr. Principal, twenty or thirty teachers, and the investigators of the World Occult Council, all gathered in the clown's courtyard and in the night sky, they were puzzled and stunned.

Subway, who flew into the air on the neck of the Yellow Turban Lux, pulled the tentacles of Clara next to him, and was extremely excited:

"The big ones are coming, the big ones are coming! It's so shocking that Mr. Principal, who has changed back to his original form, and the investigator of the World Occult Council are on a rampage! ”

I saw Mr. Principal forcibly lead the whole team of teachers behind him and walk towards the clown's villa.

And Greenbeard frowned tightly, and led a dozen investigators behind him to stop in front of the villa, holding up the summons document high, and the surging momentum poured out of it, as if it had become a real barrier!

"Please, let me go." The old headmaster's tone was slanky.

Greenbeard and the others were unmoved.

The old headmaster, who seemed to have expected it, sighed lightly, his eyes became hollow, and said in a tone that seemed to state unshakable objective facts:

"Facing the legend of the headmaster of the International Harmony Spells and Occult Academy, standing at the pinnacle of the entire supernatural world, Greenbeard knows very well ......"

Greenbeard's pupils widened, and he was about to interrupt the headmaster's speech:

"Are you using your abilities against us?

"Are you crazy? You're interfering with the enforcement of the Ombudsman of the World Occult Council! ”

(End of chapter)