Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Xiao Cailian was floating around on the bridge alone, her flowing golden hair making her look like an oversized jellyfish.

Although she looks relaxed and at ease, in fact the Lamenter's ultra-powerful roaring engines reveal her inner urgency.

Because she received an order from her father to arrive in Paris, the capital of France, within 42 minutes.

Little Cailian didn't know why his father gave him a free time, and he didn't understand what his father meant by his words: "Raise the blue flag for the restoration of the royal family, the red flag for the uprising and revolution, and the middle flag for invasion by foreign enemies." But this It didn't stop her from speeding towards the north as fast as she could.

In short, we must arrive before the white flag is raised on the Eiffel Tower. Rush, little cry!

The little blond girl clenched her fists tightly, her blue eyes burning with urgency.

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"Ms. Maltida, this is the space for correction and training of the battle nuns." Ohm led the way, turning his fingers in the air, and his psychic energy pressed down the handle, opening the door to a place. Large hatch: "As you can see, life on the ship is relatively boring and depressing. So for their mental health issues, the Inquisition will assign some small tasks to them, and now they should be doing some beneficial work. Small activities of mind and body…”

"Ahhhhh!!! Ahhh! Kill me!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!"

A naked guy with lavender horns growing out of his head and possessing both male and female physical characteristics was tied to a steel chair full of spikes. Under the chair was the Gubulai fairy fire that burned to incandescence. The floor heated the iron chair, roasting the flesh of this man who believed in heretical gods until it sizzled.

But as long as it struggled a little, the chains that bound it began to bloom with a heart-wrenching light, which was even far more painful than the iron chair caused it.

In front of it, Pansy Parkinson, who was wearing virtue-type power armor, was using a small knife full of serrations to slowly cut off the superfluous organs on its body, before its body could recover. Press it firmly with a red-hot soldering iron.

At this moment, the heretic's screams reached a peak, and Pansy also had a satisfied smile on her face.

She gently clasped the heretic's evil head, broke off its horns like combing her lover's makeup and hair, and while gently inserting them into its eyes, she said: "I know you, a Slaanesh element, can only put The new stimulation turns into pleasure, don’t worry, I will cure you, and then repeat the steps just now, over and over again... hum hum hum… ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Repent, repent! You guys A bunch of garbage and maggots, let me enjoy eternal torment in front of the Emperor's icon!"

Seeing Pansy take out the small marble statue of the Emperor from his pocket, the Slaanesh element suddenly started to struggle fiercely, and his eyes that had already had their eyelids cut off trembled violently: "I don't want to look at him, I don't want to look at Him Ah - God of joy! Save me!"

"Don't worry, Darling~ This is where all the evil gods can't find, and no one can save you. You can't go anywhere except by my side." Pansy picked up a huge steel gun from the console nearby. The smile on his face became a little warmer, "Now, I'm going to burst your hot dog, let's start the 13th cycle!"

Around her, almost every battle nun was brutally punishing heretics. This was not to extract any information, but simply to pass the time and complete the KPIs assigned by the Tribunal.

Ohm looked with satisfaction at how his soldiers treated the heretics with such hard-heartedness. He turned to Fiorina's mother, Maltida Bourbon, who looked a little nauseous, and said, "It's almost dinner time. Let's take a look." Come down and let us visit the kitchen and let you see if tonight’s dishes suit your taste.”

Maldida's eyes were the same olive green as Fiorina's. Her slender palms wearing black silk gloves gently pressed on her plump chest, making the large white skin almost jump out of the waisted evening dress.

The beautiful woman swallowed hard to suppress the nauseating feeling. Realizing that she had lost her composure, she quickly picked up the silk folding fan in her other hand and held it in front of her mouth. Her eyebrows were curved in a beautiful and well-trained way. With an arc, he said: "I'm afraid I couldn't agree more with your opinion, Your Majesty the Messiah."

After Maltida firmly rejected her daughter's idea of ​​​​transforming directly to the past, Fiorina angrily approached Ohm and said softly: "Have I ever told you before, my mother Not only a think tank of the French Mafia, but also one of the blood descendants of the Bourbon dynasty remaining in France?"

"You were unwilling to tell me even a single letter about such an important matter before!" Ohm poked Fiorina's forehead heavily with his finger, and there was a sound of gold and iron, "I heard her tell me I had doubts when I announced my full name, but I didn’t expect it to be true. A descendant of the royal family has become so mixed that she has to rely on underworld business to maintain her dignity... Then why is she so anxious to visit me... "

"Hmm, just like you thought."

Fiorina turned her head slightly and glanced at her elegant mother, who was covering her face with a folding fan, and said to Ohm: "The reason for my divorce back then was not only that my father broke up with my uncle who sold drugs, but also because Because he was unwilling to restore the royal family with his mother, the two broke up."

"Tsk."

Ohm smacked his lips impatiently, continued walking forward, and said without looking back: "Ms. Maltida, how do you think the Aquila Empire's military strength compares to France today?"

Maltida was slightly startled. She had not expected that Ohm would ask her this question, but so many years of experience in the mafia allowed her to react quickly. She chuckled and said, "Your Majesty, although I haven't seen it yet, It is more powerful than your army, but I have never seen such a large flying battleship in the French army."

"Then, becoming a royal relative of the Sky Eagle Empire is compared to ascending the throne again and becoming the Queen of France..." Ohm turned his head expressionlessly, "So what?"

Looking at the majestic man in front of her, Maldida couldn't believe that he and her daughter were the same age. How could she not hear the threat hidden in his words? She immediately responded with a more charming smile: "Then becoming a relative of His Majesty the Emperor is naturally even more attractive."

Ohm took a deep look at the smart woman, turned around and continued walking forward, introducing as if nothing happened: "In order to ensure that the combatants on the ship can enjoy sufficient nutritious food, The Weeper's galley is staffed by 50 house elves. They will be responsible for cooking any meal except British food, and—"

Looking at the black-haired boy in the kitchen who was cooking smoothly on the homemade high-power stove, Ohm turned his body slightly and solemnly introduced: "Our first-class Chinese chef, Brother Yang Shenghua."