great-warnovel Chapter 389 Suicide Squad
Chapter 389 Suicide Squad
Chapter 389 Suicide Squad
The war machine known as the UMNO party began to operate.
Hermione stood in the library atop the tower and looked out the window to see the bustling scene of war preparations.
Unlike Muggles, wizards don't need to mobilize large amounts of resources and troops to rush to the battlefield in advance. They only need to send a small team of professionals to secretly build a large portal key, which can transport a large number of troops across thousands of kilometers in a short time.
What is happening in New Paris now is mostly the inventory and mass production of strategic materials, as well as the wizards' enthusiastic pre-war drills.
Black magic requires a lot of evil substances, such as dead people's fingernails, silt from deep graves, and fragments of dark creatures' bodies.
Some require Muggles to dig them out of piles of dead bodies, some require them to be killed on the spot from captive pits, and others require wizards to capture them in the wild themselves.
The Cursed Workshop and Alchemy Workshop were operating at full capacity, producing large quantities of dark magic items and alchemical bombs. Muggle workers dragged black, ebony wood brought in from outside the city into the spell room, where wizards inscribed evil runes upon it.
Inside the training facility, Hermione could see the rising black flames and the cacophony of incantations even from a great distance.
Hearing
Hatred spun like a wheel, wizards and Muggles slaughtered each other, each claiming it as righteous revenge. She found all of this extremely unacceptable, yet was powerless to intervene. Grindelwald pushed the carriage, his eyes filled with destruction, leading everyone toward their doom.
Regarding Regulus's death, the Dark Lord stated that he was unaware of the circumstances; he only witnessed another funeral held at Black Manor, with the young man's name written on the box containing his ashes.
This prevented Hermione from providing targeted protection for him, forcing her to improvise as needed.
"But why don't you go yourself?" she asked Grindelwald.
"As the sun and the eyes, I must be absolutely impartial; any act of favoritism would cause the current system to collapse," the old man explained patiently.
What sustains this society is a system of fairness built on violence and merit. If children from noble families can escape the threat of death when vying for power, then that is unfair.
"Asking me to vouch for someone would be taking sides too," Hermione said, pursing her lips. If it weren't Regulus, she wouldn't have done it for any other Saint's child.
Grindelwald pretended not to hear: "Moreover, the prophecies of the seers are difficult to break, and the interference of the seer or others often becomes part of fate."
"Only someone like you, who saw things only after they happened, was originally outside my field of vision. The appearance of Sudden Element was just a jumbled mess of fragments. Only you have the ability to muddy the waters of the future."
He slammed a brown paper bag on the girl's desk: "This is the record of the Saints' internal war meeting. Remember to burn it after you've read it."
Hermione opened the bag, took out the documents, and quickly began to browse through them.
Volgograd was the Soviet Union's largest bridgehead and strategic location to the west. Moscow to the north was too cold and the nuclear radiation was too severe, making it difficult for Muggles to rebuild and survive.
After being destroyed by Greyback's werewolf army, the Soviet high command re-conscripted soldiers and civilians to rebuild the area, making it more fortified and more heavily armed than before.
With 5 civilians and nearly 3 soldiers, this number is quite staggering. It would be very difficult to support so many people in the current environment. Therefore, in addition to maintaining patrols and defenses along the entire western front, they were self-sufficient in the form of land reclamation in peacetime.
In addition to the three large fortresses visible in the open, a vast underground city is hidden beneath the sunken fortifications in the center.
The UMNO's revenge plan is to completely destroy the area, leaving no prisoners, and burn everything to the ground in response to the Green Lantern Force's suicide attack.
Hermione frowned, forcing herself to continue reading despite her discomfort.
In the latest intelligence, Volgograd used the fairies' latest technology to place a technological product called "Phenomenon Stabilizer" in each of the three large fortresses.
This thing can release an extremely strong invisible energy field that is harmless to the human body but can effectively block the influence of external magic. Wizards cannot understand deeper scientific theories, and the information they can extract from Muggle minds is only up to this level.
Three phenomenon stabilizers, arranged in a triangle, protect the entire city. This prevents wizards from using apparitions to infiltrate and cause damage, and also prevents them from casting spells from a distance to trigger a large-scale earthquake that could bury the underground areas.
"So the only option is a direct, head-on attack?"
This is not a good idea. In terms of direct firepower, wizards cannot compare with the mass-produced artillery of Muggles. Even if the Marauders vigorously develop the art of magical warfare, human labor cannot surpass the production efficiency of machines.
Unless Grindelwald himself arrives and uses his immense power to destroy everything, no matter how many other wizards go, it won't be enough.
They could only become victims of gunfire.
But Grindelwald cannot easily go to the battlefield. His appearance would mean the start of the final battle, which would force the Soviet Union and the Elves to make a desperate gamble and launch the Death Hand system, which would result in mutual destruction.
Of course, the saints weren't fools; they had devised a battle plan for this.
Regulus Black and Sven Hakonson, the two saint candidates, will each lead a team of wizards who support them to board the ship and use the black ship to rappel down from the sky and physically penetrate the three large fortresses.
Two candidates, three stabilizers—whoever causes the most damage becomes the saint; it's that simple and brutal.
"This is tantamount to playing with fire." Hermione slammed the battle plan on the table.
"Why would you need to use your Heavenly Eye? I can see with my naked eyes that Regulus is on the verge of death!"
"Muggle air defenses are not weak. Even if they didn't have time to deploy MiG-21s in this raid, the appearance of the Black Ship will definitely force other types of fighter jets to take to the skies. The skies are not safe!"
There was more than one Black Ship, but the strength of the air column was limited. Although their brooms were agile enough, they could not match the speed of fighter jets, and targets hovering in the air were easily targeted.
Grindelwald remained calm: "Old Nigel will lead the Fiery Army on a frontal assault to draw most of the firepower."
Hermione chuckled. That smiling old man—he probably also had a death wish, didn't he?
He was probably one of the saints in charge of logistics. For decades before that, he had been in charge of production work in the settlement outside New Paris. If it weren't for the death of his youngest son, he would probably have lived out his days peacefully in the rear base instead of going to the front lines to fight.
Hermione took a deep breath: "Do we really have to fight?"
Grindelwald: "We have to play!"
He looked at the witch with sharp eyes, but his tone was full of mischief: "If you can't stand it, you can do it yourself - put on a white robe, rush into the battlefield, and stop the fighting, just like the ancient Celtic druids."
The documents on the table spontaneously combusted without a flame, and Hermione stood up with a sour face.
"You can go now. I need to pack my things and get ready to leave."
The old man looked bewildered: "So early? Where are you going? The war isn't even starting for several days!"
"I plan to go north first to see my parents' graves—"