Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"I--"

Bang!

As soon as he uttered a word, Paul III's throat exploded in an instant, and his tongue, which could incite other people's inner desires, burned with blood-like scarlet flames at the same time, burning his throat and tongue into coke at the same time. !

Unspeakable!

How can this be? !

Paul III's eyes were full of disbelief. His body had been watched by the true God and he had gained the power to easily subvert the world. How could he be injured by talking to a mortal? !

He wanted to recall the face of this long-haired man who appeared out of thin air, but as soon as he had this idea, Paul III felt as if his brain was being pierced and pulled by countless barbed steel needles, and was brought out Pieces of dripping flesh and blood, mixed with boundless, severe pain beyond cognitive scope!

Even if you think even a little bit about the existence in front of you, you will face death-like pain.

It cannot be looked at directly, cannot be spoken of, and most importantly... cannot be speculated on!

Even though he was watched and blessed by the evil god, Paul III was still not qualified to observe the tall and magnificent man in front of him in any way!

It was not until this moment that Paul III truly understood why those beings sitting in the unfixed void gave out low sneers when he swore to the gods to kill the Aquila Emperor.

His behavior was like an ant that had just learned how to cut sticks as weapons and wanted to challenge a vast army that was reclaiming mountains and seas.

Ridiculous!

Cold sweat slipped from Paul III's face and dripped on the marble floor in the square in front of the Papal Hall.He didn't dare to look, didn't dare to hear, didn't dare to think. For the first time after becoming a well-wisher, he felt that his life was not under his control.

When the person's personality is extremely suppressed, even if the being in front of him blinks too hard, he will explode into pieces of flesh and blood on the spot!

Sanguinius stood up silently, his spiritual energy surged, shattering the tusks embedded in his back.

The archangel lowered his head, shame and anger filling his mind. He felt ashamed to face his father's high hopes for him. He didn't even dare to look into the eyes of the psychic clone in front of him, and just whispered: "Father..." "

"Raise your head, my child." Orm patted Sanguinius on the shoulder and handed the Spear of Teletus in front of him. "You don't have to feel guilty about this. Even I will do it." Mistakes, how can you guarantee that everything you do is correct? To be honest, I am very happy that you will make mistakes, because it just proves that you are a mortal, not a high, omniscient and omnipotent angel. The most important thing is , can you correct from the mistakes you made and do better when you encounter the same situation in the future.”

"I……"

Sanguinius raised his hand to hold the spear. He slowly raised his face and stared into Ohm's dark, lightless eyes. There was no hesitation or indecisiveness in the black crystal-clear eyes, but only burning and beating determination. Cold fire.

"I will use my actions to prove my determination to you! Just because I will live up to everyone's expectations and admiration! Live up to the encouragement and advice given to me by the heroic spirit! Live up to the name of Sanguinius!"

In an instant, Sanguinius' whole body burned with bloody flames, and the golden armor on his body was melted and recast. Four gems with a black blood streak in the center appeared on the chest where Paul III had destroyed it.

This not only represents the mortal team who used their lives to alert him, but also represents "bravery", "integrity", and "honor" respectively. The largest and brightest gem in the center represents the battle between the empire and chaos. The foundation - "sacrifice"!

On the huge shoulder armor, Sanguinius is responsible for "honesty" and "justice" respectively. He will not let go of any Chaos heretic and slaughter these enemies of mankind equally.

"Humility" and "Mercy" were arranged on his knees, and the eight virtues shone at the same time, instantly absorbing the flames on Sanguinius' body and turning them into a huge silver-edged epee. The blood ruby ​​gleams, which represents the core and essence of the angel: "soul".

This is the dyed red blade!

Never forget that the same existence as human beings is burning in your body!

Seeing Sanguinius's eyes, Ohm showed a satisfied smile. The psychic avatar loosened his grip on the spear, took a step back, and dissipated into the air.

Also taken away at the same time were the sincere souls of the mortal team, a total of nine people.

The souls of those who fight bravely shall return to the golden throne!

Sanguinius held the heavy sword tightly in his right hand and held the spear high in his left arm. The pure white wings on his back stretched out. He looked at Paul III who raised his head in surprise and said calmly and coldly: "I will cut you off." his head as a symbol of the end of this war."

"You can only hide behind your father's back and show off your power, kid!"

Paul III still had fear on his face, but this did not prevent him from showing a mocking smile to Sanguinius: "Even a few mortals can't be protected. If I were you, I would just kill the big man behind you. I pulled off the wings, roasted them and ate them! Why do you think you're an angel? You're just a piece of shit!"

"Yes, I made a stupid mistake." Sanguinius was calm and cold, "The first time you tried to hold my spear with both hands, I should have stabbed you through the chest with it! "

The outstretched wings fluttered slightly, and Sanguinius instantly exceeded five times the speed of sound and charged towards Paul III. The tip of Telesto's spear pointed directly at the big mouth on the flesh monster's chest. , wanting to completely destroy the organ that took away the soldier's life.

Holy Blood Prayer·Sky Round Dance!

"How many times do you have to use the same move?"

Paul III roared and opened the big mouth on his chest. Countless sharp fangs shot out of the air. When they hit Sanguinius, the four huge arms on his body opened at the same time, trying to blow away the direct attack. The archangel was beaten to death.

At this moment, the heavy sword in Sanguinius's right hand suddenly swung out, and the blue arc of spiritual energy wrapped around it violently exploded in an instant, and the huge crescent-shaped air blade shot out, even more than His current speed is five times the speed of sound!

Sword fighting style·Extreme cutting!

This move comes from Ohm's own skills, and it exerts nearly 100% power in the hands of Sanguinius!

With just one blow, the torrent of flying tusks was instantly crushed into explosive powder. Sanguinius suddenly crossed the Spear of Telesto, letting its tip and tail pierce Paul at the same time. The third generation swung his arms horizontally and stepped heavily on the spear.

In that instant, Sanguinius withdrew his wings and passed through the attack of Paul III's arms that grew out of his back like a swift. The tip of the heavy sword penetrated the heretic exactly. The evil neck, in its frightened and frightened eyes, recited softly:

"Blast blast."

With a muffled sound like opening champagne, Paul III's head suddenly shot up into the sky, and its huge and bloated body collapsed to the ground dejectedly. The twisted soul in it just wanted to return to the true God it believed in. He was grasped by a big golden hand that stretched out of thin air and crushed into nothingness.

Sanguinius picked up the head of Paul III from the ground and felt something in his heart. He turned back and looked into the void: "Father?"

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"The response to the soul is quite sharp, but the combat skills are still too rigid and straightforward. I have almost no choice of tactics, and I know nothing about command. Although I have achieved the best I can do so far, there are still many things that need to be done. A place to learn and improve.”

In a strange place with no top, no bottom, no left or right, and no concept of time or space, the evil god, who is constantly changing its body shape like a mollusk, uses his ever-changing voice to rationally and objectively comment on the wheel in front of him. The icy sun, which grew bigger and colder, said: "That's what you think in your heart, right?"

The icy sun did not respond to the words of the Thousand-Change Evil God, but said coldly: "Your minions have been cut off by my heirs, and the power of faith and pain created by your followers is enough. If you plan to continue to deal with reality, If it has an impact on the world, I don’t mind turning your crystal maze into my private property.”

"Okay, okay, if you have anything to say, let's discuss it. Don't be like that red madman, who even takes a look at Him." The kaleidoscopic existence helplessly spread its newly grown arms, "It's true that the waves behind push the waves ahead. If you continue to Give you tens of thousands of years, maybe we front wavers will really die on the beach, right? In short, I wish you good luck, young being."

"I wish you a bad death, old man." The cold sun uttered such fierce words, collapsed directly, and suddenly disappeared into this subspace.

Seeing the sun's fire that was spreading and encroaching in his own subspace, like tarsal maggots, the evil god who was constantly changing his body couldn't help but feel a headache, but he could only pinch his nose and clean it. His own house, while muttering to himself: "Really, it is exactly the same as No. 40————"

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Ohm's consciousness returned to his own body. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of flickering olive green eyes. He couldn't help but show a relaxed smile. He rubbed the face in front of him into a mess and said, "Why aren't you sleeping yet?" ah?"

Fiorina rolled her eyes almost completely white: "Brother, the big light circle behind your head lights up and goes out sometimes. If you don't know, I thought you were dancing in the room! How do you plan to let me sleep? ?”

She angrily bit Om's lips and complained in a low voice: "It's not easy for me, Little Cry, to rush to the bridge and drive Lance to help Harry and the others. In the dead of night, When there is no one around, don't you think that besides being my Emperor, you still have some responsibilities that need to be performed?"

Feeling the heavy pressure on his chest, Ohm blinked and decided to play dumb: "Responsibility? What responsibility? Why don't I remember anything?"

"Come on! You can even remember exactly how many 'e's' there are in the scabies potion in the Basics of Potions that you memorized a year ago. How can you forget what you said a few hours ago?" Fiorina pressed her fingers against Ohm's belly button, "Sometimes I wonder if you, kid, even remember what your own parents look like -"

Ohm hugged the back of Fiorina's head, kissed her lips forcefully, and caressed her smooth and strong back. He pressed his forehead against hers and whispered sadly: "Only this, no matter what, I will always I can’t remember.”