Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"Oh? So you are the boss of this non-mainstream group?"

Fiorina's eyes swept over the heads of these guys with colorful hairstyles, fixed on the face of the bald man wearing a hockey mask, and said with a chuckle: "Don't get me wrong, I have no intention of competing for territory with you. ."

Hearing this, the boss of the Bosozoku clan, Jason, who was wearing a hockey mask, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Except in superhero comics, Jason has never seen anyone in real life who can split a motorcycle with a knife, let alone a woman who can grow to a height of nearly three meters!

That purple-gold armor seems to be blooming with flames at any time. Even if you just look at it, you can feel the extraordinary power flowing in it.

Being hostile to such a woman who is like a god will definitely not end well for you!

He adjusted his tone and said as gently as possible: "In that case, then please leave here. We will give you a face and stop all activities today, but you can no longer interfere with things here in the future, how about that?"

Fiorina raised her slender eyebrows in surprise: "What are you talking about in your sleep? The reason why I said I won't take your territory is because you are so weak that you are not worthy of being taken away by me. Kneel down and show your loyalty to me. Give your all to Me and expect My forgiveness and mercy towards you, this is your only choice.”

"madman!"

Jason, who knew he had been screwed, immediately cursed angrily, picked up the walkie-talkie and roared: "Pick up your guns! Run over and kill me——"

The voice did not fall.

Fiorina's figure suddenly blurred like an unstable holographic projection.

A strong crimson wind blew by, azure light flashed suddenly, and Jason's head rose into the sky and fell heavily to the ground.

His body stood frozen for a moment, until there was a roar of a sound barrier exploding, and then he fell softly. The section of his neck was scorched by Gubrai's fairy fire, and not even a drop of blood could flow out.

Even without armor, the running speed of the Astartes has exceeded the limit that ordinary people can observe with the naked eye.

And Fiorina, who wears the power armor made by Ohm herself and has the acceleration state Qianbi activated at the same time, can burst out at a speed that far exceeds that of the Astartes!

The Bosozokus stared at the body of their boss in stunned silence, and then at Fiorina, who stood far away as if she hadn't moved. Some screamed and turned the car around to escape, while others roared and pulled out their gun racks. On top of the motorcycle handlebar, wanting to avenge his boss.

At the same time, no matter what actions they made, a thin blood mark appeared on the center line of the body.

With just a slight movement, their bodies split to both sides at the same time!

How could Fiorina only kill one person?

The extremely sharp edge of the Flame Blade makes these bosozokus unable to even feel the passage of life after being slashed. Only when they watch the world in front of them falling to both sides can they realize - —

He is already dead!

The pregnant prostitute finally realized that she was out of danger. She looked up at the tall and mysterious figure in front of her and asked with fear: "Are you...are you a god? Are you here to save us?"

"First of all, don't fucking insult me ​​with the word god!" Fiorina curled her lips and put the Flame Blade into the scabbard at her waist. "Secondly, I just took action because those Bosozokus were unhappy. That’s all, I don’t care at all about the life and death of you vagabonds who smoke, prostitute, whore, and rob.”

The light of hope that had just been ignited in the eyes of the homeless people around them was suddenly extinguished by Fiorina's ruthless words.

Yes, who will save these people wandering in the gray area?They have no wealth, no knowledge, no force, and they are not even worth being used by others.

Apart from life, the only thing that is somewhat useful is the organs in their bodies that are diseased or not.

This god-like existence is thousands of times more noble and powerful than those rich people in the city. As an ordinary person whose survival is a problem, what can he do for her?

They did not laugh at themselves, their faces seemed to be wearing a stiff mask, and their bodies moved numbly like puppets, walking towards their own shack.

Even if you live worthless, you still have to continue your life.

The disappointment in the prostitute's eyes almost overflowed. She cursed in a low voice, gritted her teeth yellowed by cigarette smoke, held her swollen pregnant belly with both hands, and tried repeatedly to stand up from the ground.

She almost succeeded, but a stream of warmth mixed with cold water instantly froze her movements in place.

The amniotic water broke!

It was half a month earlier than expected. It was probably because of running hard and being frightened, or maybe because the man's actions last night were too rough.But no matter what the reason is, in short, she is going to give birth!

The woman who was about to become a mother anxiously looked up in the direction of the tall woman wearing purple and gold armor, but this god-like existence was just like when she suddenly appeared, and then suddenly disappeared into the air. among.

A strong sense of panic enveloped the prostitute's body. She knew that if something went wrong during the delivery, not only the fetus, but also her mother would die!

She could only cry out desperately to the homeless people around her: "Help me! I'm about to give birth! Help me!"

no respond.

These people who were unable to protect themselves just watched quietly not far away, with the hungry light of vultures shining in their eyes. As soon as the prostitute died, they would swoop up and eat up every inch of delicious flesh and blood. .

The prostitute cried, shouted, and sobbed.The severe pain from her uterus made her collapse in the mud and snow, and even breathing became extremely difficult. Transparent and colorless amniotic fluid continued to flow from her lower body, but it soon became tinged with blood. .

The mouth of her uterus was torn.

This means that the fetus is in an incorrect position and difficult to deliver.

Even in a regular obstetrics and gynecology hospital, such a situation would be extremely difficult, let alone on this windy, snowy and muddy street.

The pain turned the prostitute's cry into a moan, and soon turned into a low gasp. Her body twitched and struggled in the snowdrift, almost exhausting her last breath of strength.

Beside the street, a wrinkled black woman showed an unbearable expression. She took off the headscarf that wrapped her hair, walked forward with a staggering pace, folded it briefly and put it on the back of the prostitute's head, holding it tightly. He took the palm of the mother's hand and whispered in her ear: "Take a deep breath, baby, keep breathing. I have experienced this kind of pain, and it is not easy..."

Someone shouted: "Leave her alone, Sophia! She's going to die!"

"But she's still alive now!" Sofia shouted: "This is not a matter of one life, this is two lives! Doug, you idiot, instead of standing there talking, why don't you help me get my blanket!" "

"Scold me, scold me, scold me day by day..."

The Indian man named Doug murmured softly, reluctantly picked up his blanket and Sophia's blanket, walked to the prostitute, covered her body, and waved: "Uh, hey , do you still remember me? I took care of your business a few days ago."

"Shut up, you idiot!" Sofia turned around and looked around, "Are there two people who can still move their hands and feet, come and help me move her to my tent?"

A man with a yellow safety helmet on his head, who seemed to have been a construction worker, stood up in silence. Without saying a word, he just walked behind the prostitute and lifted her body from under his armpits.

Maybe it’s the kindness in my heart that’s been aroused, maybe it’s because there’s someone taking the lead, or maybe it’s the instinct to protect pregnant women…

In short, under Sophia's shouts, the homeless people around them moved their steps and carried the mother to the tent.They spontaneously used aluminum boxes and fires to melt the snow into hot water, and handed over their scarves and blankets to build a delivery bed for pregnant women.Experienced women gathered around the prostitute, either comforting the pregnant woman, checking the fetal position, or wiping the cold sweat on the prostitute's forehead with a barely clean piece of cloth.

At this moment, they put down their guard against each other, dug out the almost forgotten kindness in their hearts, and presented it to the sun.

Under the illusion spell, Fiorina looked at this scene full of human glory and asked: "Is this also what you expected?"

Ohm slowly shook his head, and the thunder on the Sun Spear in his hand subsided, and said: "Whether it was the sudden onset of pregnancy of this woman or the spontaneous rescue of these people, it was beyond my expectation. If they choose to stand by and watch, I will Destroy the guilty ones among them, along with that Wilt Holden. But now, I have no reason to stand by and watch."

In the tent, the prostitute tried her best to give birth to the fetus.

Outside the tent, the homeless people clasped their hands and sincerely prayed for the mother's well-being.

In the crowd, Doug bumped the construction worker's arm with his shoulder. Under the impatient look in his eyes, he said with a smile: "Tell me, after this child is born, will he have to recognize us as his godfather and godmother?" ?”

The construction worker was stunned for a moment, shook his head slowly, opened his mouth and pointed at the half-remaining tongue, and then rolled up his sleeves to reveal his skin covered with tattoos.

He is not a good person and does not deserve this honor.

"Hey, that's all in the past. What happened to us helping this prostitute and being good people for a day?" Doug grinned widely and looked into the tent expectantly. "If you can call me Godfather, I... finally have a child."

The construction worker hesitated, silently put down his sleeves, and nodded.

Children, what a beautiful word, means future and hope.

I originally thought that I would never be able to relate to this bright word in my life, but now it seems that maybe I can...

Sophia walked out of the tent. Her hands were full of blood. She looked sadly and helplessly at the crowd watching outside the tent and said, "Dead, dystocia...the child and mother are both dead..."

Quiet.

Extremely quiet.

There were no regretful laments or sad cries in the crowd, only numbness and soundless silence.

They were used to having their hopes dashed, but they didn't expect the despair to come so suddenly this time.

The smile on Doug's face disappeared, and he sat down on the ground dejectedly, beating his head in annoyance, as if blaming himself for not lending a helping hand earlier.

The builder didn't speak, he just stood up in silence and walked toward his tent dully like a programmed robot.

Sofia let out a long sigh, turned back and walked into the tent, intending to carry the body outside with several other women.

She looked at the fetus that was finally extruded from the mother's body. It was a baby girl with sound hands and feet. The skin all over her body was purple. She died of lack of oxygen because the umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck.

The baby's mother was lying on the shabby bed, with a large pool of bloody liquid between her legs. Her eyes were rolled up, but she would never blink again.

The middle-aged woman showed a self-deprecating smile.

No one can save them.

Just when she wrapped the baby girl in a blanket and wanted to take it out for burial——

"It's up to me to save you."

The golden light has arrived!

It was as if the sun had risen from the ground. This dazzling and cold light made all the wanderers gathered here involuntarily close their eyes and shed tears.

And in the next moment, they found that the pain and discomfort caused by their wandering life had all disappeared under the illumination of this light!

They opened their eyes and saw the most majestic and majestic person they had ever seen in their lives.

The sun wheel spins behind his head, light bursts from his eyes, gold adorns his body, and the eagles flap their wings and sing because of him!

Even the purple-gold goddess who easily killed the bosozokus could only follow step by step behind the golden giant.

People unconsciously clasped their hands and said piously: "Oh God..."

Ohm stood in front of a group of wanderers and walked toward the tent.

Wherever he passed, the crowd moved to both sides, fearing that his insignificant figure would desecrate this holy glory.

"There is no need to be afraid, my people, I am the same as you, and we are all mortals."

Ohm said calmly, leaning down and gently taking the baby girl wrapped in a dirty blanket from the stunned Sofia.

The huge lightning claws held this little life that had never opened its eyes to see the world. The fingers of Ohm's right hand gently touched her eyelids and said gently: "My child, you are really too young and have not yet reached the age of maturity." When you return under the Golden Throne. Open your eyes, this world is still waiting for your gaze."

The spiritual energy was injected into the baby girl's body, forcibly kneading the soul that was about to dissipate, driving the heart that had stopped beating, and reviving the organs that were about to die.

Miracle happened.

Under the gaze of everyone, the baby girl slowly opened her jewel-like eyes, and cried loudly under the gaze of the golden giant.

Even the mother in the tent came to life amidst a series of coughs and looked around blankly, looking for the source of the crying.

It is up to Him to save them, as He said.

Seeing the sight of this magnificent god holding a baby in his arms, unspeakable emotions struck the hearts of the wanderers. They fell to their knees heavily and spontaneously uttered the title of the golden giant: "Praise...the Emperor!"

Ohm smiled gently, and suddenly felt something in his heart. There was a gaze peering at him in the dark, and he suddenly projected a ray of spiritual energy into the distance like a spear.

700 meters away, on an unfinished high-rise building, a petite, cute, well-proportioned figure suddenly let out a scream and jumped off the 20-story building.

Almost at the same time, a meteor-like spear of light penetrated the place where she was standing before. Along with a blazing flash, a violent explosion directly turned the entire building into ruins!

The petite figure was like a piece of paper, drifting far away in the wind, and landed on the roof of another house. Without even daring to look back, it disappeared directly into the shadow of the building.

Ohm sensed the failure of the psychic light spear, handed the baby girl back to the frightened prostitute, and chuckled: "Interesting..."