Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"Hey you!"

This voice seemed to come from a very far away place, vague and echoing.

Kahn, who collapsed on the ground due to exhaustion, felt his back suddenly hit hard by a hard object, and his thin body was forced to roll twice in the mud.

Ah, this familiar feeling is that of the fat overseer who is secretly called "breeding pig" by their slaves: Ramy Pinkerton. He is the only one who likes to kick people with leather boots with steel plates on the toes.

Kahn's back, which had no good skin to begin with, first felt numb, and then felt a sharp pain like a cone.

He knew that if he didn't get up, he would be severely beaten by Lamy with the whip with a steel wire, so he forced himself to ignore the pain on his back, ignore the weakness in his limbs, hands and feet, and struggled desperately to stand up. .

But Rami couldn't wait.

"Trash! You've only been working for more than ten hours and you want to rest?! Get up!"

Whoosh!

There was a sharp cracking sound.

A bloody wound suddenly opened on Kahn's back, causing him to twitch violently on the ground like a living fish that had been electrocuted.

Mud and water splashed everywhere, and the pain spread rapidly from the wound to the surroundings like a spreading knife net, and even the previously injured part began to throb unconsciously.

"Fuck you, you scumbag!" Lamy, who was as fat as a pig with several layers of fat on his chin, looked at his boots that were splashed with mud and water, and spat directly on Kahn's face, "Let you fuck me." You don't want to do the work, but you still dare to dirty my shoes? Come on!"

Not far away, two minions heard the leader's call. They first gave the slaves carrying cement and sand in front of them a hard slap, then put away the whips made of human skin in their hands, walked over quickly, and flattered them. He smiled and said: "Sir..."

"This man can no longer work. Drag him down and deal with him. I allow you to cut off a part of him and eat it." Lamy bitterly kicked Kahn in the temple, putting the tortured man on the spot. Passed out.

At the moment before he fell into coma, Kahn's eyes, which were blurry and dizzy from not eating for a long time, vaguely saw something shining flying in the sky.

Are they the souls of father and mother?Are you coming to pick me up?This time I will not be willful, picky about food, or make you angry again.I hope God can favor me and allow me to see you again in that world...

The thoughts stop here.

After hearing Lamy's words, the eyes of the two minions suddenly brightened up, and they stared at Kahn who was lying on the ground unconscious with salivation, as if they were looking at a piece of meat placed in the cupboard.

14 years old? 15 years old?Although it looks thin and small, and smells dirty and smelly, no matter what, there is still meat to eat!

They both said hurriedly: "Okay, sir! Let's go now!"

One of them grabbed Kahn's arm, and the other grabbed Kahn's leg, and struggled to lift the unfortunate guy who had offended the adults from the ground, and walked towards the cabin where they were resting.

Looking at the backs of the two guards, Lamy struggled to adjust his body armor, which was the same as a vest. He placed his left hand on the pistol case at his waist and patrolled the construction site arrogantly.

In this Birmingham military base, although Talami is just a little bit of a nobody, as a public official, he naturally has the capital to show off his power among this group of refugee slaves!

This group of slaves were devastated by talking rats and strange cultists. Their families were broken up, their wives were separated, and they were forced to leave their homes. It was very pitiful, but so what?

Do they think they can get humanitarian asylum by coming to Birmingham?Stop being funny!This is not a charity!Instead, he is a warlord who occupies an entire city and is ready to go to war with other surrounding military bases at any time!

What kind of bullshit humanitarianism? Here, refugees are not worthy of being human and can only be slaves, two-legged sheep that are even more despicable than tools!

"Hey, you!" Lamy casually pointed his whip at a man who was carrying sandbags, "Come here and lick my shoes clean!"

The disheveled man had a look of humiliation in his eyes, but when he noticed Lamy raising the whip in his hand as if to hit him, he could only quickly drop the sandbag, crawl over on hands and feet, and lick the splash on Lamy with his tongue. Mud on boots.

Seeing the eyes of the slaves around him who resented him but did not dare to show it, Lamy felt extremely happy.

He really loves this world now!

As long as you have power and strength in your hands, you can do whatever you want!Because no matter what a strong person does, it is correct, and it is a matter of course!

Weak people like these just need to surrender obediently at their feet and do their job as tools!

Well... when the fortifications here are completed, before starting a war with the group of alchemy lunatics entrenched in Litchfield who are full of "one is all, all is one", I have to fight with my non-commissioned officer in the army. The nephew asked him to move himself to the center of the city, away from the battle lines.

He had dedicated all the beauties and wealth he had collected from refugee slaves during this period to him. There was no reason for him not to take care of his biological uncle, right?

Speaking of which, the female college student from the East was really cute and stupid. She actually thought she could take advantage of the opportunity to get close to the top military officials and become some kind of warlord's wife.

Even before he was abandoned by himself and thrown out to be torn into pieces by hungry slaves and eaten up, he was muttering some incomprehensible words such as "Republic of China", "petty bourgeoisie", and "absurd and beautiful".

It’s really ridiculous. There is no xylophone in a cane. Do you really think that you can become a British person just by getting British nationality?It is already a great favor for me to condescend Yu to accept her virginity, but he actually wants to pollute the genes of our noble Anglo-Saxons?

dream!

Lamy kicked away the slave who was licking his boots clean, and continued to patrol the dug trenches with his hands behind his back, enjoying everything that his privileges brought him.

When he moved his neck, which was stiff due to obesity, and raised his contemptuous gaze from the group of slaves digging in the mud on the ground to the rooftops of several tall buildings in downtown Birmingham in the distance, his contempt instantly melted. For reverence and fear.

Lamy didn't know where the top military officials found those "magicians" wearing seventeenth-century robes, pointed hats, and holding small wooden sticks.

He only knows that those "jugglers" can use the small wooden sticks in their hands to explode hard rocks, turn people into clucking turkeys, and even shoot out a green light to kill people silently!

When Lamy went to the military headquarters to find his nephew, a non-commissioned officer, he saw a middle-aged "magician" with platinum hair from a distance, who seemed to be named "Malfoy".

What a strange last name, as strange as magicians like them...

However, as long as they are there, plus the army stationed in Birmingham, the group of alchemy madmen in Litchfield will not be afraid!

At that time, I, who have accomplished nothing in half my life, can continue to enjoy this life of being above the slaves and being served by others!

Lamy, who was imagining the future in his mind, beat the slaves harder and harder with a whip with a steel wire in his hand, letting these cheap bones dig the trench deeper and build the sandbag wall higher!

"Move! You untouchables!" Lamy shouted happily, "Work for another six hours, and Master Lamy will reward you with some pig food!"

An old woman with bloody fingers raised her head, her cloudy eyes flashing with tears: "Sir, please do me a favor and show mercy. I really have no strength left...ah!!!"

Lamy mercilessly slashed the old woman's face with a whip, drawing a streak of blood: "No strength? Someone, drag her down and deal with it!"

Lamy's guards immediately surrounded the old woman who was wailing in pain, with impatient smiles on their faces and hungry green light in their eyes.

Although they don't have to work like slaves, the clear soup they eat every day is watery and has no oil at all. They have long wanted to eat meat!

As for the so-called "human nature"?Those things that can't fill their stomachs have been completely abandoned by them long ago!

"No... you guys, you can't... don't come here..." The old woman fell to the ground in a panic, not caring to cover the wound on her face. She used her hands and feet in fear, and moved her body back until she leaned against it. On the wall of the trench pit, there is no way to retreat.

"Don't worry..." A guard pulled out a sharp knife and stared directly at the old woman's dirt-covered thighs. The most meat can be eaten in that part, "I will take good care of it." You cook—"

Just this moment.

Accompanied by a grand and vast sound of the pipe organ that spread across the world like a hurricane, hoarse and low voices like the friction of pig iron began to sing praises and gospel!

Then came the bright light!

The cold and blazing pale light made the skin of everyone on the ground tighten and ache, and also made them unconsciously look up to the sky after the strong light dissipated.

Lamy forgot his decision to punish the old woman for a moment, and raised his stubby neck with difficulty.

He saw a mechanical bird with a human skull, saw the crystal ball hanging under its claws, and saw the bird that was projected on the clouds and came like a mountain formation amidst the rich sound of the organ. Iron Doll!

Lamy looked at his guards in confusion, and they saw doubts in each other's eyes.

What is that reflected in the sky?