Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"Akasaka-kun, I need you to do something for us..."

Ohm watched as a bystander, watching the young leader of the Red Ghost Gang take the aluminum alloy box containing a deposit of [-] million yen from a man in a dark suit with a stiff face, and left the joint happily. cafeteria.

In a place that he didn't even notice in his own memory, Ohm saw the wall clock on the wall of the dining room, and the hands pointed at 15:33.

This young leader of the Bosozoku clan named Akasaka Ryuichi took over the mission an hour ago.

At that time, I was still playing games with Eryi, and had no intention of eating noodles near the church.

Is it a coincidence?

Ohm waved his hand gently and watched Akasaka Ryuichi fall back to his position, swallowing every word of promise before facing the man who was as stiff as a dead man again.

Although this man's face was stiff, it looked very natural, as if he was born with this look.

But Ohm just made a little observation and discovered the clues of this face with his love for human skulls - this man's face was the result of plastic surgery and did not fit his original bone structure at all, so it was so stiff. .

This is interesting.

A plastic surgery client, a reckless executor, an inexplicable task, and a box of overly generous rewards.

When these things are mixed together, the smell of conspiracy is a little pungent.

But so what?

The macro cannon on the Lamentor is always in a charging state.

Even if there is some conspiracy, can it still survive a salvo of macro artillery fire?

As for these bosozokus in front of me...

Ohm interrupted Legilimency and looked at the dregs of society who knew how to disturb public order all day long, with calm and cold eyes.

Looking up at you, you want to assassinate the king, not to mention showing your weapons and fangs to yourself.

The future I envision has no place for people like you.

For a better and quieter world...

Please go to hell.

Horrible Claw Lightning!

Akasaka Ryuichi woke up from his trance and saw the giant in noble robes raising his left hand towards him. He immediately felt a cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

This is his special ability to sense upcoming dangers nearby.Although he doesn't know how this works, this ability has indeed helped him avoid assassinations from other gangs many times, so he believes in the early warnings sent by his body!

He didn't have time to say even one more word. He let out a strange scream, jumped directly behind his Dodge Viper, and huddled down holding the Colt pistol and his katana, which symbolized command authority.

This is the safe zone in his intuition. As long as he is here, he will not die directly in the next danger!

As it turns out, his intuition was right.

The next moment, blue psychic lightning swept across the entire street. Amidst the loud thunder-like noise, every Bosozoku was shattered into pieces in the thick electric light. No matter the surly decorations on their bodies could still scare them. Even the tattoos of dead people can't let their bodies survive even one second longer in this blazing arc!

Akasaka Ryuu looked at his men who were showing off their power a few seconds ago, and all of them melted like wax into pulp all over the ground in the thunder, and he suddenly understood something in his heart:

They offended the emperor's majesty and made the worst decision in their lives!

And all rebels should die!

Behind Ohm, the ramen master's expression looked so solemn at this moment. The power possessed by the man in front of him was very similar to that of Indra, the Word Spirit, but there was no dragon blood fluctuation at all. It was obviously another power system. It has nothing to do with the Dragon Clan.

Could it be...that this guy really brought a girl here to eat noodles?

Shaking his head to get this thought out of his mind, the old man once again looked at Eri, who was squatting in the corner of the church with her head in her hands because she was afraid of the loud thunder, and carefully studied the girl's eyebrows.

It looks like...it really looks like...

Although saying this may be a bit narcissistic, when he saw this girl's beautiful and graceful eyebrows, he couldn't help but think of his own youth.

Will it be his own heir?

But I obviously take protective measures every time.

Could it be that the curse of the royal blood has not been cut off in my generation?

The old man tentatively approached the girl and squatted on the ground with her. He coughed lightly, then opened his mouth and asked hesitantly: "My child, what is your name?"

He saw her raise her crimson eyes, look at him with a strange look, and then wrote on the paper: "Tachibana Eriki, please give me some advice."

This sentence has obviously been practiced many times, and the handwriting is precise and precise. It is not as childish and agile as the girl before. It is like a puppet being manipulated, doing some predetermined dull movements under the control of the manipulator behind the scenes.

"Orange..."

The ramen old man's expression froze for a moment, and then he imitated the petals of a chrysanthemum with his fingers, and asked with a hint of hope: "My child, the Tachibana family you are talking about does not have a family crest with sixteen petals, right? "

Don't have it, don't have it, don't have it...

However, in the old man's disappointed look, Eriyi nodded!

Suddenly, the old man, who had never shown any timidity when facing Ohm, showed his face full of dejection, and the rage hidden deep in his eyes that seemed like karmic fire!

They still did it!

It might be cloning, or it might be a more taboo, more inhuman method.

In short, the royal blood full of curses flowing in his body has been passed down to this world again, flowing into the innocent and pure body in front of him!

The Shadow Emperor, who has been hiding in darkness all his life, unable to see the light and pursuing nothing, is angry!

At this moment, he is no longer the amiable ramen master, nor the community pastor who can solve problems.

He is the mixed-race emperor. He wants to regain his majesty and defeat those rebellious ministers who disobey his orders!

He is... Uesugoshi!

At this moment, a slender white palm was placed on the top of his head and patted twice.

A piece of paper was handed to him, with childish writing on it: "Don't be afraid."

Uesugoshi raised his head and saw Eriki's expression that although she was still scared, she still tried to comfort others.

She continued: "Big brother, he will protect us. Because he is Ultraman, Ultraman will not lose."

Big brother?

Uesugoshi's eyes looked at Ohm's tall back, and he couldn't help showing a surprised expression.

Could it be that this guy is also——

At this moment, the TV set in the church that had been playing the hymn video suddenly switched the screen on its own.

The lens seemed to be shot from the sky, clearly showing the streets still beating with electric arcs, the charred and melted corpses, and Ohm's eyes blazing with aura, resembling the devil!

Not just this TV, Uesugi's far-superhuman hearing told him that all nearby TVs connected to the communication network were showing the same picture at this moment.

This made him frown.

Who did it?

And for what purpose?