Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

The Russian-Chinese border, along the Yalu River.

"On the other side of the river is my motherland and hometown." Yue Zhong stood on a stone and looked across the turbulent river to the other side, as if he could see the place where he grew up at a glance. "This is really a strange feeling. Even though I was standing so close, I could even feel her breath and rhythm, but I couldn't touch her body. I could only look at the river and sigh, secretly feeling sad..."

Yang Shenghua, who was using a white cloth to cover the evil eye on his head, rolled his eyes, put on his power armor helmet, and said, "To put it bluntly, you are just homesick, you use so many literate little words, it's sour." My teeth are about to fall out, sir. Just be glad that you still have a place to go back to, unlike me, where I can’t even go home... Harry, where do you think we should go next?”

The silver-white stag fell from the sky, like a real living creature, and landed next to Harry, who was wearing a blood-red armor and a sharp helmet. It gently touched Harry's cheek with its huge head, and dissipated like morning mist. In the air.

This is Harry's Patronus, and according to Sirius, it is also the Animagus form of his father, James Potter.

Harry quickly sorted out the message brought by the stag, stretched out his hand to point to the southeast, and said to everyone: "There is a fierce armed conflict taking place over there. More than thirty mortal soldiers are fighting five Khorne cultists. Start fighting, we must rush in that direction immediately, the people need our help! Commander Ye, give the order."

Behind Harry and his group were three hundred soldiers wearing former Soviet military uniforms, but their insignias and ranks had been removed, leaving only the red star on their caps!

They held guns in hand and let the snowflakes fall on their clothes and eyelashes. The cold winter wind could not make their bodies sway even a little. They were like sculptures made of steel!

Over the past few days, Harry and his team have been moving in a straight line towards the Russian-Chinese border, gradually gathering together the former Soviet soldiers they encountered along the way who had suffered unfair treatment in an environment where the country was disintegrating and the economy was collapsing.

Using the reverse Legilimency spell, they understood their situation and cruel reality in a short period of time. At the same time, under Harry's deliberate manipulation, they quickly understood the philosophy and vision of the Skyhawk Empire.

At that moment, these soldiers took the initiative to tear off their past badges and honors, gave up their unrealistic fantasies, gripped the guns in their hands, and prepared to fight the unfair reality to the end!

This time, they no longer fight for a certain doctrine or a certain person.

But fight for the world, for the people, and for the future!

They are the red spirit, they are the unyielding will, they are the sons of the people!

At the forefront of the soldiers, Ye Jiangming, whose body had been repaired, said somewhat numbly: "Everyone is here, take a break and stand at attention! Turn left, marching speed, start - run!"

In the sound of uniform footsteps, the soldiers rushed towards the direction of the battle quickly, and behind them, Ye Jiangming turned his head like a machine, faced Yang Shenghua with an expressionless face, and said stiffly and straightforwardly: " We can't go back, we can't go back... From the moment our foreign aid delegation steps out of the country, we have lost the qualification to return to our hometown. The people in power above are afraid of our thoughts and power, and use this method to They drove us out of the motherland...we...can't go back..."

Ye Jiangming's expression sent chills down Yang Shenghua's spine. Before he could say anything, Ye Jiangming ran to the end of the team, leaving only a lonely figure behind.

Seeing Ye Jiangming's stiff running posture, Yang Shenghua approached Yue Zhong who looked worried and whispered, "Is Lao Ye okay? I feel like he has been acting weird these past two days..."

"In order to prevent the illusion of the brain-eyed monster from having subsequent effects, and also to prevent certain images from stimulating his spirit, I lowered the sensitivity of his brain's emotional response, hoping to help him move away from the shadows of the past. Come out. But..."

Yue Zhong's eyes were full of worry: "This treatment method seems to have the completely opposite effect to what I expected..."

"When we are stationed next, we will conduct a thorough examination and treatment of Captain Night together." Harry interrupted the two people's doubts and speculations and said decisively, "Now, let us help those 30-odd soldiers. Survive the hands of Khorne cultists, find barracks and garrison points through them, and absorb more soldiers into the Sons of the People warband. We have been lingering on this frozen land for long enough, and we must complete this task quickly before we can Just in time for the battle between the Empire and Germany!"

With that said, he walked forward alone, not allowing Yue Zhong and Yang Shenghua to refute.

The two monks looked at each other, made hand gestures and adjusted their breath. After adjusting their mood, they quickly followed.

And in Harry's heart, a trace of doubt flashed.

This is already the 19th batch of Khorne cultists encountered during this period, although the number of people encountered each time is not very large, usually less than ten.

Even if he and others did not take action, the heavily armed former Soviet soldiers could solve the problem on their own at the cost of a little injury.

However, this excessive frequency is completely different from the past situation where followers of the four gods were mixed, and it is obviously abnormal.

so, what happened?

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The Wailer, bridge.

After settling the matter of Kassel College’s surrender and approving today’s official business.

The emperor's eyes were slightly closed, and he leaned back on the golden throne. His spirit instantly rose and transpired, transforming into the cold sun. He used countless piercing rays of light that shot out from his whole body, like a grate, from where his light could shine. Carefully combed through the space field.

This is what He has to spend time doing every three days, just like cleaning a room, igniting those low-level demons who don't even have basic wisdom and only know how to swallow subspace energy, turning them into his own subspace projections and burning Fuel for growth.

Unlike subspace demons killed by other means, after being ignited by their own light, these condensations of reality-distorting power will not be "disintegrated", but will "disappear" completely.

In other words, there is no possibility of resurrection for a demon burned to death by his own flames.

Understanding this, the Emperor's motivation to clean up his subspace domain suddenly became a little more vigorous.

For humans, only dead subspace demons are good demons!

However, the number of demons appearing in my own subspace realm today seems to be a bit too much.

Moreover, the Emperor actually saw a hint of panic in the figures of these twisted, deformed, ugly creatures that could not possibly exist in the real world. They tried their best to move quickly.

This is how the same thing?