The Demise of the Wrong Wizard!

The Fall of the Wrong Wizards!

In the distance, the roar of engines drew closer.

"They got here pretty fast."

Ian narrowed his eyes.

He looked toward the end of the forest path.

Piercing sirens shattered the village's tranquility as two dark-gray armored vehicles with rugged designs drove onto the dirt road, their tires kicking up clouds of dust. The dust raised by the vehicles was like an ominous omen—the dark-gray armored cars tore through the morning mist at high speed.

Prominent black eagle emblems were painted on the armored vehicles. Machine guns were mounted on their roofs, and their tires were as broad as those of tanks. They looked like genuine armored vehicles meant for the battlefield.

They drove into the village. The doors opened, and a squad of heavily armed "security officers" jumped out. Their attire surprised Ian somewhat.

He calmly observed these uninvited guests. These so-called "police officers" looked more like elite soldiers—they wore matching dark-gray combat uniforms, strange triangular badges on their coats, helmets and face masks concealing most of their faces, and weapons that were clearly military-grade.

Ian's pupils contracted sharply.

"That's impossible..."

he murmured.

He had learned about this in history class.

He knew these people came from a terrifying dark dynasty. The militarized security force before him, their synchronized movements, cold and merciless gazes, and symbolic insignia all proclaimed that the information he had learned from the villagers had been correct.

This was a wrong timeline. History had gone in the wrong direction. Frightened by Ian's magic, the villagers surged toward the police cars as though they had seen their saviors.

"Who called the police?"

It was standard German.

The captain at the front was tall, with a hooked nose and eyes as sharp as blades. He swept his gaze around, and the