Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"Interesting, this is indeed a genius idea."

The emperor raised his hand and gently rubbed his chin, and said thoughtfully: "If you want to completely seal an existence that is difficult for the entire clan to kill, what kind of partition can be better than 38?" Is the vacuum environment at zero 4000 meters more effective? If you want to prevent people from discovering its 'boneyard', nothing can be more elusive than another planet above your head..."

"That's right!" the night watchman said excitedly, "Over the years, we hybrids have traveled to every secret and dark corner of the earth, and searched every place where life is forbidden, but we have found nothing about the whereabouts of the Black King! Then, after eliminating all wrong answers, the remaining choice, no matter how absurd or incredible it seems, will be the only correct answer!"

He looked very happy, obviously excited that his guess was recognized by others. The old cowboy dragged his pot-bellied body quickly into the library, clapped his hands enthusiastically and shouted: "Norma" !”

The lights in the originally dark library suddenly brightened, and a robotic synthetic female voice sounded from the dome, stiffly saying: "I'm here."

The old cowboy waved his hand vigorously: "Bring up the papers I've written over the years!"

The synthesized female voice reacted for a long time before dullly broadcasting the report: "Instructions received...executing..."

As bursts of roaring sounds of mechanical operation came from underground, the floor spliced ​​into flashy patterns split open in all directions. A metal platform slowly rose to the ground under the combined action of thick hydraulic rods and countless pulleys.

And on this metal platform full of technology, there are piles of wrinkled and yellowed paper!

Looking at this scene that looked like a trash can in an adolescent boy's room, the Emperor couldn't help but frown. It was hard to imagine that the results of this hybrid's historic breakthrough in dragon research were buried in such a pile of suspected garbage. Protein among piles of paper.

"Ahem... This is not what you think, it's because I accidentally spilled the rum after writing... Anyway!" The night watchman rushed into the pile of crumpled papers and found a piece of paper. The barely flat piece of paper was displayed in front of the emperor, "You see, this is a prehistoric fragment excavated deep in the Mariana Trench by our academy's executive team. Its history can even be traced back to the birth of mankind. Before! But after a series of repair and restoration work, it became..."

He turned over the paper in his hand, and what appeared in front of the emperor was no longer countless irregular fragments, but a giant metal ring that was half a man tall, [-] meters in diameter, and half a centimeter thick!

The night watchman pointed to the text on this piece of paper and said excitedly: "We found a little residual solid on the inner wall of this metal ring. After testing and analysis, it was determined to be some kind of high-energy fuel, which is 80.00% the same as modern rocket fuel. The above similarity! In other words, what we excavated is the remains of a spacecraft used by some dragons! This discovery has fully demonstrated that long before our ancestors set foot on land, dragons had already carried out Exoatmospheric exploration!"

"What a remarkable find, Mr. Flamel."

The Emperor nodded slightly, which was regarded as recognition of the spirit of the hybrid race to get rid of domination. He used his lightning claws to pull the paper full of words from the hands of the night watchman, and said: "Well, now that the Black King's possible identity has been determined, Boneyard, then why are you dragon-slaying hybrids still waiting helplessly on the ground? Use your financial resources and manpower to build a powerful manned rocket, and use all the means you can to get there. How about annihilating the Black King in his sleep?"

A low and hoarse voice came from behind the emperor: "It's not that we don't want to, it's because we can't do it."

Angers strode into the library, followed by Jörmungandr with a sluggish face. The golden pupils of his eyes were extremely bright, just like a light bulb carrying too much current and might explode at any time.

He nodded his eye sockets and said to the emperor: "You see, just standing next to the Dragon King, even if she is so weak and thin at the moment, and does not even have any malice or murderous thoughts towards me, my spirit has already arrived. On the verge of collapse. This is the social system of the Dragon Clan, which is based on absolute superiority and control based on bloodline level. The superior with a higher bloodline level has all the control over the subordinates, and can take possession of life and death.

"If we launch the commissioners of the Executive Department to the moon, I am afraid that before we can find the Nibelungs where the Black King's bones are buried, they will commit suicide due to mental breakdown. And because the Black King's bones are buried in the Nibelungs , so even if we plan to use rockets carrying nuclear warheads to remotely blast the bone burial ground, if no one opens the Nibelungen, it will only be a small crater on the moon's surface, which will not even hurt the Black King's hair. "

The emperor heard something in Angers words and asked calmly: "What do you mean?"

Angers pointed at himself, then at Jormungandr, and in the confused eyes of the dragon king, he said firmly: "I will take this dragon king and a high-yield nuclear bomb to the moon! This dragon king is used as the key to open the Nibelungs. I will be responsible for detonating the nuclear bomb and watching with my own eyes the dragon king who single-handedly created the tragic history of the mixed race, going to hell in the brilliant light of fire!"

The centenarian's eyes were fixed on the emperor's pupils, hoping to see a hint of hesitation and emotion in them. The emperor who hated heterosexual heretics the most would fully support his actions and put an end to the Black King. The opportunity is in his own hands.

As long as things really go as he imagined, then he can manipulate the rocket into the sky and exile the emperor, who is suspected of being the "spiritual reincarnation of the Black King", to space together with his physical body. middle!

By then, he will not only avenge the dragon clan, but also eliminate a hidden danger for mankind. In order to achieve this goal, he will not hesitate even if it means sacrificing his life!

"The tragic history of mixed-races? Humph..." The emperor sneered, and said in the face of Angers' slightly changed expression, "According to the conclusions I drew from the collection of books I obtained from the Gattuso family in Italy, mixed-races Isn't this the result of you people coveting the alien power of dragons and mixing innocent women and cruel lizards for generations?

"From between the lines, I only see the greed and desire for power of you hybrids. What does it have to do with that big lizard that may exist on the moon?"

He casually threw away the piece of paper in his hand, twitched his fingers, summoned the Ring of the Sun from the night watchman's hand in the air, put it squarely on his thumb, and never gave Angers a single look. Opportunities for contact.

"I came here with the will to cooperate and seek knowledge, but what I got in exchange was deception and calculation. That's all..."

The emperor turned and left, and the Dragon King and the Forbidden Army followed him step by step. In the sky, the thousand-meter-long airship slowly appeared.

In the shadow cast by the Lamenter, the Emperor handed Lance Sanks into Jörmungandr's arms and said to Angers and the Night Watch: "I give you two hours of thinking time. Whether to surrender to the glory of the Aquila Empire or to be defeated by the iron boots of the Astartes. Hilbert Jean Angers, the turning point of fate lies in your own hands."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Lamenter projected a beam of golden light from the sky, shrouding the Emperor's figure in it. It was so bright that even S-class hybrids could not look directly at it, and could only raise their palms to block the light.

When the light dissipated, the Emperor's figure had disappeared, but his words still floated in the ears of Angers and the Night Watchmen.

The fat old cowboy turned his head helplessly and looked at his old friend: "What should I do?"

Angers glanced at the Forbidden Army and Poison Blade tanks that were surrounding him intentionally or unintentionally, closed his eyes and took a long breath, raised his hands high and shouted: "I surrender!"

Although the result is not the same as expected, it has at least made the emperor interested in the world beyond the sky, right?