Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

1992 12 Month 22 Day.

The day after the Battle of Khorne Annihilation on the Missouri River came to an end, the United States government announced its unconditional surrender to the Skyhawk Empire.

Far East, Macragge region, the original Mount Fuji - now the Cold Steel Mountains, in the Astartes Monastery at the foot of the mountain.

Aaron quickly woke up from the stupor of anesthesia. From the first moment he regained consciousness, he could feel that some kind of organ in his body was helping him quickly break down the anesthetic components in his blood to help him quickly recover from this weakness. He broke free from the feeling and quickly regained his fighting strength.

At the same time, a strange buzzing was vibrating powerfully under his sternum, which was the muscle anvil and the bone forge, replicas of the extraordinary organs in his brother's body.

Under the influence of these two organs, the bones and muscles of Aaron's body are growing at a speed that can be clearly felt. The power surges up like the rising sea water and gathers in his limbs.

This feeling of growing in strength and height every second is really wonderful. After getting permission from the resident pharmacist of the Astartes Monastery, Aaron turned over from the operating table and moved widely in the open space. Hands and feet to quickly adapt to the changes brought about by reconstructive surgery.

His five senses were greatly enhanced. He could hear the flapping of birds' wings behind the thick wall, see tiny cracks of less than a millimeter on the wall more than ten meters away, and feel the tiniest vibrations from the ground. The sound of footsteps coming from the bottom of your feet is...

Aaron turned around suddenly, first waved his fist at the guy who quietly approached him from behind, and then his eyes locked on the target——

Is a mortal!

This mortal was dressed in gray servant clothing. He was holding linen clothing in his hands. He had a respectful look on his face. His eyes were full of envy and fear of the Septons Astartes, and they didn't even Sensing that Aaron's deadly fist was hitting his face at high speed!

Within a tenth of a millisecond, Aaron suddenly withdrew his fist and stood there as if nothing had happened.

He is just a mortal servant. It seems that he has not completely recovered from the dangerous environment of the Forbidden Forest. His nerves are really too tight, and he has the greatest hostility towards all movements approaching him.

"Your clothes, my lord." The mortal servant spoke low Gothic with a strong Japanese accent. He knelt on the ground respectfully and silently, raised the simple linen fabric above his head with both hands, and presented it to Aaron. in front of.

Aaron didn't need to put it on himself. Several mortal servants stepped forward with quick and light steps, and worked together to drape this simple and plain fabric on Aaron's body.

Just as they were fastening Aaron's belt, the pharmacist had already asked the servo skull to clean the integrated surgical device on his arm. He walked up to Aaron holding the data panel and said with a chuckle: "The degree of fusion is infinitely close to 100. %, this feels great, doesn't it?"

Aaron knew what the pharmacist was talking about, and he nodded: "Yes, my battle brother, I never thought I could move so fast. Is this the function of the gene seed, or does every Astartes do this?" ?”

The pharmacist smiled. Although he was wearing a helmet, the heroic laughter still came from the loudspeaker: "My new brother, what you have received is the gene that has added some of the characteristics of His Highness Chagatai Khan. Seed! The pursuit of speed has become an integral part of the souls of us White Scar warriors! Other Astartes will not be as fast as us. Even for the transformation surgery, I only need one-fifth of the conventional procedure. It can be done in one time!”

Hearing the pharmacist's proud tone, a drop of cold sweat slowly fell from Aaron's forehead. His hands were stroking back and forth on his body: "When you performed the operation, you didn't put anything less into my body, or Cut off more?"

"That goes without saying!" Although he couldn't see his expression, Aaron could still feel the pharmacist's eyebrows raised in front of him. "Speed ​​is life, my brother! Except for the one time I forgot to sew the chest of the surgical patient. Apart from getting up, I've never had an error in my operating room. You hear me? Never! Not at all!"

As he spoke, the white-scarred pharmacist looked down at the data panel in his hand, pointed to a door next to him, and said to Aaron: "The 48 hours from now are your free time. You The only task is to rest well and do everything possible to adapt to the new strength and body. Although your fitness rate is very high, I still recommend that you perform a standard physical training in the training room next to it."

Aaron asked in confusion: "Why?"

"There was once a young couple who couldn't wait to have a shot after the surgery without waiting for their bodies to fully adapt." The pharmacist lit a stick of combat accelerant, inserted it into the reserved hole on the helmet, and let it escape. He said in the smoke, "A few minutes later, they both lay on my operating table. The man's thing was broken, and the woman's was torn because they did not control the force of the collision. Huh...this is the consequence of not listening to the pharmacist!"

After listening to this little story, Aaron felt a wave of phantom pain in his lower body. He quickly waved goodbye to the pharmacist who was eager to continue talking, and walked quickly towards the training room.

Mortal servants ran quickly behind Aaron. Their duty was to help the Astartes handle all the trivial matters in daily life, from dressing to cleaning the house to killing people, all of which were within the scope of their duties.

This is also the main reason why the empire keeps sinners like them. The servility and lust for strength deep in the Japanese genes will make them take the initiative to become the most competent servants.

Entering the training room, Aaron immediately saw another warrior with white scars on the large treadmill specially designed for the Astartes' figure and physical fitness, throwing away his arms and running hard.

The reason why he was so sure that this was a person with white scars was because Aaron saw the speed displayed on the treadmill as - 120km/h!

At such a high speed, the man with Mongolian-style dreadlocks did not feel any breathlessness or discomfort at all. He was simply enjoying running and speed.

Sensing that someone was observing him, this man who exuded the atmosphere of the prairie immediately jumped off the treadmill. His posture was like a hungry wolf smelling the scent of prey, or an eagle with its sharp claws spread. Full of aggressive killing intent!

When he found out that Aaron was looking at him, his murderous intent immediately subsided and was replaced by the joy and simplicity of the immortal. The prairie man grinned and said in smooth Gothic: " Hello, battle brother! My name is Sukhbaru Alatan, of course, you can also call me Golden Tiger."