Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Germany, suburbs of Luxembourg.

Today's weather is foggy.

In the thick white water vapor, a German cruiser-class psychic soldier struggled to pass through the defense line composed of melt mines and monomolecular cutting lines. His hands and feet had been trapped by the traps and traps set by the Skyhawk Empire. Melted down, the whole person was already dying.

The other members of the assault team around him had been torn to pieces by the monster called "Astartes" a few seconds ago!

Even a cruiser class like them, which had received 12 injections of the sage's blood, was as powerless to resist as a newborn baby in front of those terrifying giants that were nearly three meters tall!

His fists, which could penetrate brick walls, were completely unable to leave any traces on the opponent's heavy armor. The psychic attacks he was proud of were also resisted by the invisible spherical shields around the Astartes.

And those giants with obscene words scrawled on their armor can easily tear off the hands and feet of their teammates like taking apart dolls, or throw psychic soldiers up and smash them into pieces with their bright red giant fists!

Astartes will also use a small metal stick to shoot deadly green light. Although it will not cause any injuries, his teammates will die silently on the spot even if they are only hit on their hands and feet!

It was under such circumstances that their assault team was driven directly into the minefield by those giants like sheep.

If it weren't for the fact that his psychic powers were more powerful and his reflexes were sharper than others, he would probably have died like those of his teammates, either at the hands of the Astartes or from the ubiquitous melta mines and single-personnel attacks. Under the molecular cutting line, it turned into corpses on the ground!

At this moment, this psychic soldier has very little physical strength and psychic energy left. Even if he sneaks into the depths of the Skyhawk Empire's military camp, he can only overload all the psychic energy in his body and turn it into a powerful bomb. , take the commander of the imperial army to hell!

What a cruel price this is...

but!

In order for the Aquila Empire to stop its invasion of the motherland and for the Aryans to live with dignity in this world, he was willing to sacrifice his life and turn into a fleeting meteor to continuously advance the Aquila Empire. The defense line ends here!

go ahead!go ahead!keep going!

After breaking through the minefield, the psychic soldier had a smooth road in front of him.

There was a look of joy on his face. Those idiots in the empire were too confident in the minefields they had arranged. They never thought that not only could they survive, but they would even retain a certain amount of combat effectiveness!

Then, let yourself come and chop off the heads of the imperial army!

There was fanatical joy in the eyes of the psychic soldiers, as if they had seen the imperial army panic due to being leaderless, and thus being completely crushed by the iron hooves of the German army.

He quickened his pace and burst out of the fog, wanting to prove his worth to his motherland.

however--

The moment he broke out of the fog, a towering city wall suddenly appeared in front of him!

He stood in astonishment in front of this huge wall that seemed to extend infinitely upward and to the left and right. While he felt deeply that he was as small as an ant, he saw the confusion and confusion in his eyes from the reflection of the dark and smooth wall. look.

In order to effectively resist the empire's advance, the German side has been monitoring the movements of the imperial military camps through satellite monitoring.

Before the heavy fog filled the air last night, there was clearly no such a ridiculously huge building on the imperial army's position! ! !

"Hey! Nazi idiot!"

A shout came from the wall, and the cruiser-class psychic soldier looked up blankly, only to see an Astartes wearing heavy armor with a yellow background and black edges raising a thick middle finger towards him: "Still trying to sneak in?" Our military camp? Go ahead and give me shit!"

Before he finished speaking, a dull and thunderous sound of mechanical operation suddenly sounded, and the wall carrying the Astartes suddenly lifted upwards!

And from the gap between the ground and the wall, what was revealed in front of the psychic soldiers was a rough and huge mechanical structure, as well as a massive jet of steam and smoke!

This wall is moving forward!

No...it's not just this wall, but the entire imperial army barracks. It rises from the ground, steps out with its unimaginably huge eight legs, and heads towards Germany amidst the roar of this majestic mechanical creation. Stride the territory!

This is the seventh son of the Emperor, designed and built by Rogal Dorn himself. It is five kilometers long and wide, and the overall shape is square——

Ground flagship, Blackstone Fortress!

Although she was built at the same time as the Punisher Titan, there are still many internal buildings and functional blocks that have not been fully implemented and completed. However, for Rogal Dorn, who has always been "striving for stability", the completion rate of Blackstone is only 58% at this moment. The fortress is fully capable of attacking Germany.

Seeing the giant mechanical foot above his head slowly pressing down, the psychic soldier showed a look of despair like a dead man. Even though he exploded with unprecedented powerful psychic energy at this moment, it still could not stop him from being crushed under this huge mechanical foot. Crushed into the soil and rocks, it completely became a part of nature.

At most, the Blackstone Fortress made a crisp sound when he took this step, just like stepping on an insect to death.

The Astartes on the city wall sneered, then looked away, greeted their battle brothers, and continued their patrol mission.

On the bridge of the Blackstone Fortress, Perturabo, who didn't even have time to take off the safety helmet on her head, had a dark face and said to Dorn, who was sitting in the commander's seat with a proud expression on his face: "This is you. Did you say 'I can't hold on anymore'?"

"Pettu, my dear brother, use your brain." Dorn raised his hand and tapped his temple. "If I didn't say that, why would you come over to see my results?"

"Fuck! I'm busy filling the hole! You want me to come see this?!"

Perturabo threw the helmet on her head to the ground and rushed towards Dorn.The two heavily armored behemoths struggled on the floor of the bridge. Perturabo used his bare arms to strangle Dorn's neck and roared: "Rogal Dorn, you bastard." ! Come back with me to move bricks to fill the hole, or I will twist your head off!"

Manus, who was working on the interior of the bridge nearby, shrank his neck in fear and shouted dissatisfied: "Can you stop turning your head so easily? Can't we use a more threatening method?"