Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Bottom of the Black Lake.

Surrounded by countless water plants and aquatic magical animals, the Weeper sleeps here.

She was modified from the Missouri-class battleship purchased by Nico Flamel. The total length reached an astonishing 1000 meters. The symmetrical hull was not so much a ship as it was some kind of machine. An aircraft that exists in science fiction movies.

If the surrounding land were not covered with iron bricks engraved with "seamless extension", then this behemoth would directly squeeze out the water of the Black Lake and turn the training ground belonging to the Astartes on the shore into one piece. Swampland.

Vulkan, wearing dark green finely crafted power armor "Fire Dragon Scales", walked into the lake step by step. The cold water could not stop his steps, nor could it extinguish the Gublai fairy fire burning in the torch in his hand. .

He just walked to the bottom of the dark and lightless lake. With the help of the blue-white light of Gubrai's fairy fire, he illuminated the way forward, and also illuminated the hull of the Lamenter with its gorgeous and complicated Gothic patterns.

Looking at this huge thing with straight and tough lines, Vulkan slowly stepped onto the hull of the Lamenter, while stirring up the machine soul in his body, he said loudly: "The soul of the God of All Machines is lingering around you, the soul of the God of All Machines is haunting you. The power enters you, the hatred of the God of All Machines drives you away, and the gift of the God of All Machines revives you! Wake up, weeper! I, the Emperor's 18th son, 'Fire Dragon' Vulkan, carry the Emperor's power on my back. Will comes. Wake up!"

Soul resonance.

Starting from the bridge that was almost buried in the ship's body, wisps of spiritual light spread out, igniting the tiny runes carved on the ship's body.

Turbines run, bearings spin, gears race, and pistons reciprocate.

The turret self-checks, ammunition is loaded, the armor relaxes, and the force field suddenly lights up.

The rumble of the war horn came from the ship, directly cutting through the deep and dark lake water, and rushing straight into the clear and open sky!

The invisible loud voice roared: "I am the manifestation of the Emperor's mercy! I am the incarnation of the Emperor's murderous intention! I am the will of the gods of all machines! I am the pioneer of the gods of all machines! I am the Weeping One, the Supreme Being. The Lord has no mercy and hatred, and purifies the world's wrath for the Supreme Lord! Fire dragon, I have awakened!"

Vulkan only felt that the machine soul in his body was rising at an extremely violent speed. The machine soul contained in the huge creation of the Weeper was far more powerful than humanoid servitors like them, so that just listening to the Weeper contained rage. With these words, the fire of the machine soul bursting out of Vulkan's body almost ignited his electronic circuits.

Only his father can appease this level of anger from the machine soul.

Vulkan immediately sank his soul into the machine soul in his body, and said to the gentle sun that carried the fire of all machine souls: "Father, the Lamenter has awakened and is ready to set off at any time."

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Ohm stood next to the black lake, overlooking the lake that was like emerald green glass, feeling the little girl who was a little bit playful in it.

The Lamenter was very dissatisfied that the Emperor had not come to wake her up in person. She was having a petty quarrel with Vulkan. Even though the Lord of the Fire Dragon tried his best to talk, even the hinges connecting the upper and lower jaws were worn thin. Didn't let the weeper, this little brat, rise to the surface.

If it were a son, such as the War Dog Titan and the Baneblade Tank, Ohm would have already called him up with a powerful psychic force to make him obedient.

But facing one of his only two daughters (the other is the Punisher Titan under construction), even Ohm can't bring himself to rebuke him.

So he decided to take a simpler and more direct method that would make his daughter happy.

That means hugging her.

On the training field behind Ohm, a hundred Astartes and Battle Sisters who had been selected through internal selection were lined up in a neat array, waiting for Ohm's move.

Harry held up a mithril flagpole with a cross-shaped execution rack on top. Odin, who had been stabbed through the chest and abdomen, was pulled off the lintel of the London Administrative Center and nailed here again.

The turbid dragon blood flowed down the flagpole, and was collected by the runes engraved on it. It was all transmitted to Nico through the small "Thunder Qi Xing" array. It was very fresh and very refreshing. Easy to use.

This was specially made to frighten the Japanese mixed race - the Blood Flag.

Look, the gods you talk about can only be used as decorations on our flag. If you don’t want to end up with the same end as your gods, kneel down and surrender to us immediately!

Ohm, who has read all kinds of books intensively, knows deeply that for a race like the Japanese, who know little etiquette but no great righteousness, have extremely low self-esteem and are extremely greedy for strength, the best way to deal with them is to first show their strength and then push them away. Fight it again and show your strength again.

In this way, you can easily get a good and obedient dog.

Whether it is the so-called Sheqi Eight Families or Japan's magic school: the Magic Institute, Ohm plans to follow this approach to carry out so-called "exchanges".

The person who provided Ohm with this idea was Yang Wenqing, a diplomat from the foreign aid delegation.

He watched Om raise his hand to the empty lake and whispered to Harry beside him: "Mr. Potter, do you know what Mr. Messiah is doing now?"

Harry glanced at the Professor of Modern War History at Hogwarts with the divination in his helmet, lowered his voice and said, "I don't need to know what Ohm wants to do, I just need to wait patiently, he will eventually do it." Point us in the right direction. Professor Yang, although I don't really want to warn you, when you call Ohm, you'd better add the word 'Your Majesty', otherwise I will launch a one-on-one glory on you. It’s a duel.”

There was no anger on Yang Wenqing's face. He smiled politely and said, "Of course, our delegation has always respected the different customs of various countries. I apologize to you for my recklessness."

Hermione, who was wearing a black "Virtue" battle sister power armor, was discussing with Fiorina through the built-in communication system what to do after going to Japan. Little Beaver said with some longing: "The book says that every year in mid-March, This is the best time to go to Chidorigafuchi in Japan to enjoy cherry blossoms. I have never seen cherry blossoms in full bloom in my life. Reading and studying under the cherry blossom trees should be quite special, right?"

Fiorina rolled her eyes behind her helmet and said: "Instead of wasting time looking at the reproductive organs of those plants, why not come with me and drop the 'Death Knell' tactical nuclear bomb into Mount Fuji. Imagine a lot of magma and fire Because of our joint efforts, the entire Japan was shrouded in volcanic smoke that has not dispersed for several years. It was such a beautiful scene to see them starving and freezing alive, yet they were able to accept our assistance and rule. ah!"

"Listening to what you said, it seems to make sense..." Hermione rubbed her chin, "But I still want to see the cherry blossoms! Why don't we wait until the flowering season is over next year before blowing up the volcano?"

"Okay, okay, I really can't do anything to you..."

The two of them didn't lower their voices at all, so Ye Jiangming, who was standing in front of them and adjusting the mantis knives in his arms, suddenly broke into a cold sweat on his forehead (mainly because he had no sweat glands anywhere else in his body).

Those terrorists who kill people and crash into buildings in the United States have to stand aside in front of these two living kings of hell!

Just when he was about to turn around and remind the two young ladies of the dangers of volcanic eruptions to the global environment, Ohm, who was standing by the lake, suddenly clenched his hands, as if grasping a huge weight, and slowly but firmly lifted them up!

Suddenly, the lake surged and the waves surged!

A huge shadow slowly appeared from under the water.

It looks like a sword.

A sword thousands of meters long!