Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"No."

Ohm said coldly and firmly, mobilizing the surging spiritual energy in his body, collecting the power of reality distortion escaping from the god's corpse, and extracting the "emptiness" and "beast" from it. The authority is put into his own projection in the subspace.

The sun melted and swallowed up this authority in an instant, and the light seemed to be a little brighter. If Ohm hadn't felt that his spiritual energy had indeed become stronger, he would have simply ignored it.

After a slight comparison, Ohm discovered that this small amount of subspace power was not as weighty as the hair that he pulled out of Khorne's body when he was slashing with him.

If he were in a subspace where his spiritual power could be fully exerted, even the subspace projection of ohm imagined in his mind by such a little god would be burned directly by the sun incarnated by his soul.

Seeing his god die tragically in front of Ohm, the bishop did not dare to look at Ohm's true face. He could only lie on the ground, lowered his head and looked directly at the iron boots of the "Skyhawk" Terminator power armor, and said piously: "Order The sun that people admire, I admire your wisdom and power so much. Thank you for driving away the fog in my mind and freeing me from the pain of being controlled by false gods. I have been wandering in the confusion of faith for too long. If You don’t mind it, I am willing to devote all my faith and worship you as the true God!”

"Fucking heresy!"

Fiorina came up and kicked the despicable guy in the face, kicking him until his flesh and blood exploded, and he was immediately thrown to the ground.

She put her foot on the cleric's chest, pointed the bolt gun in her hand directly at the deformed and mutated skull, and roared: "You! Disloyal!"

"No! Don't!" the bishop screamed, stretching out his arms towards Ohm, "God! I love you! Help me! Help me!!!"

Ohm looked coldly at this maggot that was so indifferent to human life and blasphemous to humanity, and wrapped a ray of light around the bolter in Fiorina's hand.

boom!

The bishop's whole body exploded, and before the splattered flesh and blood could even hit the ground, it was burned up by the pale flames that burst out of thin air, along with his ugly and twisted soul.

And this church, which had long been distorted from the inside by the power of subspace, would also burn like a pile of firewood poured with gasoline from the moment it was contaminated by the psychic flames.

"Just such a weak god can completely destroy such a large city."

Ohm put the helmet in his hand into the shrine on his waist, used his lightning claws to lift Fiorina up from the ground, and held her safely in his arms.

He walked out of the church and looked at the lycanthropic patients who were also punished by the cold sunlight because of the death of the gods. They turned into walking human torches and said: "Then, what kind of demons are dancing in the Vatican where the gods hide now?" , how blasphemous to humanity?”

The entire city of Yanan was burning in pale spiritual flames.

It is so beautiful, so hot, so unstoppable, so igniting.

Whether it is the deformed human body, the collapsed earth and rocks, or the buildings carrying history and culture, or the survivors who may still be waiting for rescue in the dark, they will all be burned to the ground.

Now, even if Ohm teleports the Forbidden Army immediately, he will not be able to thoroughly search the entire city and rescue those survivors before everything is burned out.

Everything is... too late...

They will become clean white ash in this flame, become the nourishment and hotbed for plants, and become the new foundation of this city.

This is the stepping stone for Ohm to attack Western Europe. His army will use this city as a base and march towards all the surrounding unclaimed lands until the glory of the Aquila flag shines on every inch of land!

And in this process, countless humans are destined to die.

Fiorina looked up at Ohm's deep and hard profile in the firelight. Her female sensitivity allowed her to feel the complex emotions that the man in front of her was suppressing. She reached out and gently stroked the long black hair beside Ohm's face and said : "My love, what you have to do is an unprecedented great deed. It may not be a good thing or a good deed that can be easily defined, but it is definitely the best and most correct thing for this world."

The words of the person in his arms gave Ohm great encouragement. He looked at the lycanthropic patients in front of him struggling in the spiritual flames, and listened to the sound of the buildings collapsing. He pulled out his warmth and felt deeply. Bury it deep in your heart and leave it to those you care about most.

But on his own face, there was only a pair of warm eyes, looking at the sacrifice of all living beings indifferently.

boom -

The Amiens Cathedral, which has a history of more than 850 years, collapsed in the fire. The wind pressure stirred up and countless pure white ashes were blown into the sky, just like a flawless white flower blooming on the earth.

This is - rebirth.

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"Is this the reason why you went out to fool around with my daughter all night and brought back a child?"

Ohm helplessly looked at the stern-faced Bell in front of him and said, "Although it is true that I brought back a child, but——"

"No more!"

Bell waved his hand and crossed his arms tightly, looking like they wouldn't let go for at least a few centuries.

On the other hand, Ingwell happily wiped Chloe's face with a hot towel and said to Ohm: "Ignore Bell, he just felt that he was drunk in front of you last night and lost face as a father. Wait. It will be fine when he makes up for it."

He looked at Chloe's arms that were as skinny as a reed stick with pity, and said to Fiorina: "Does this child have no relatives anymore?"

Fiorina looked at her father who wanted to be strong in an angry and funny way. When she heard her uncle's question, she immediately shook her head and said, "She is already dead. If we hadn't happened upon her by chance, she would have been dead too. "

"very pitiful……"

Ingwell rubbed Chloe's dirty arms with a towel, smiled and said in French with a London accent: "My child, are you willing to be my adopted daughter? I am willing to support you until you grow up to be a child." to become an outstanding adult."

"what?!"

Not only was Chloe stunned, Bell immediately uncrossed his hands on his chest and raised his voice: "Ingwill, are you serious?!"

"Don't worry, brother, I won't let her compete with our little Princess Lina for inheritance."

Ingwell touched his big, round bald head, looked lovingly at Chloe's eyes full of hesitation and fear, and said: "I, as a person, did not leave any heirs to my deceased wife...although It may be a bit selfish to say this, but I still want to experience the love between a father and a son that I have never had before."

Bell was silent for a moment and turned his head away from his biological brother: "Whatever you want!"

"What about you, kid?" Ingwill bent his good left leg and knelt on one knee so that his eyes were level with Chloe. "Are you willing to be taken in by me?"

Chloe looked at the arms dealer in front of her, and at the black-haired man who saved her from death. When Ohm nodded slightly, she said in a mosquito-like voice: "I am willing..."

Just when Ingwill happily held Chloe in his arms, Ohm heard one of his descendants: Vulkan, the Lord of Fire Dragons, calling him in the machine soul. He said: "Father, The Lamentor is awake and ready to go."