Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Will humans stop wielding electric mosquito swatters because of the threat of mosquitoes?

Obviously it is impossible.

For the coercion in Xiao Yibo's words, Ohm's spiritual incarnation completely turned a deaf ear. The five fingers of the lightning claw were like a falling pillar, about to crush Yu Zheng's soul on the spot.

"Have a frenzy!"

The war envoy named Xiao Yibo let out a scream, and twisted lines were revealed on his oily and pink face. He pulled out a slender white jade sword from his waist and stabbed the head of Ohm's spiritual incarnation.

Ohm, the majestic incarnation of the sky and the earth, rolled his eyes, glanced at Xiao Yibo from the distance, and said softly: "Harry."

"Come on!"

There was a crackling sound, and Harry's phantom came over. His broad and thick palm grasped the blade of the long sword in Xiao Yibo's hand, and with a slight twist, it broke directly!

"This is impossible!" Xiao Yibo turned pale with fear, "This is an ancient weapon made hundreds of years ago, how could it be destroyed by brute force!"

"If you don't put old things from hundreds of years ago into museums, why do you have the nerve to take them out and use them?"

Harry clenched his rock-like giant fist and smashed it into Xiao Yibo's face like a cannonball: "You guys, don't you know there is a word called technical iteration?!"

Xiao Yibo's facial bones burst completely, and his white-skinned and pink-faced face suddenly turned into a mass of pulp. The severe pain made him howl miserably, and he instantly lost the ability to resist.

Reaching out and grabbing the guy's neck, Harry slapped the so-called War Messenger's two big mouths, and then shouted to Om: "This guy is actually a fucking lieutenant general! This guy looks like a naughty boy." How did he become a lieutenant general with no trace of training at all?"

Then Harry gave Xiao Yibo two more loud words: "Tell me, where did you get the title of Lieutenant General?"

Xiao Yibo's face had become as swollen as a pig's head under Harry's "caress", but this did not stop him from glaring fiercely at the bearded man in front of him with his peach blossom eyes, and roared: "Let me go! Otherwise I have hundreds of millions of fans across the country, and the public opinion stirred up will definitely ruin your reputation!"

"Fans, I'll go!" Harry gave Xiao Yibo a mouthful of surprise, "Aren't you a soldier? How come you still have fans?"

"I'm not a green dog!"

Xiao Yibo had been beaten to the point of losing his mind by Harry. His body was struggling like a maggot in Harry's hands, and he roared: "I am an idol! I am the most noble idol! I undertake the most tiring work, and I have no job every day. Singing, dancing and filming day and night, those green dogs who work hard in the military camp are only worthy of kneeling at my feet and becoming my stepping stone to the throne! Your Sky Eagle Empire is over, and my billions of fans will crush you. , Kneel down quickly and confess to me, and then dedicate all the women in your family to me, and I might forgive you——"

Harry silenced Xiao Yibo's cruel words with a big blow, and his eyes flashed with blue magical light: "Legilimency!"

The invisible magic beam penetrated Xiao Yibo's mind, revealing his memory clearly in Harry's eyes, and then——

"Waibo!"

Harry cursed in Chinese and threw away Xiao Yibo in his hand, as if he was afraid of getting contaminated with something unclean.

Ohm was casually rubbing Yu Zheng's soul into a ball in his palm, and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

"Damn it! This dick got his ass for sale!" Harry used the water-like spring curse to frantically wash the hand he had slapped Xiao Yibo on. "His strength, his identity, and his status all come from It came out of his asshole! And even if this guy has sold his ass to the point where his sphincter leaks, he can still have his asshole licked every day by Yu Zheng in your hand!"

"HOLYFUCK!"

The corners of Ohm's eyes twitched crazily. Even if Yu Zheng only had one soul left at this moment, he could still make himself sick. From a certain point of view, this guy had indeed won.

The index finger and thumb of the lightning claw suddenly pinched together, and Yu Zheng's soul was completely annihilated in a strange "pop" sound, without any chance of reincarnation.

Raising his hand to call the war envoy Xiao Yibo in front of him, Ohm used his spiritual energy to search this man's soul and memory, and was shocked to find that the country in the Far East that had inherited red ideas had been completely corrupted by Zhangtian Pavilion.

Upright soldiers and officials were assassinated or exiled, while shameless actors and businessmen held great power.

Young people's minds are filled with overflowing nipple music, and they only have dreams of chasing stars and becoming stars.

The criterion for evaluating a person is no longer the wisdom and thoughts in his head, but whether he looks handsome enough.

The archways and Taoist temples of Zhangtian Pavilion occupy government departments in various cities, and highly addictive elixirs are rampant on the streets.

House prices and prices are soaring rapidly. The so-called experts are full of empty words and encourage more children for the sake of more labor force, but they don't care at all about whether they have the ability to raise children after they are born.

People work at their jobs for a full 16 hours a day, using their extremely meager wages and salaries in exchange for the "elixir" that makes people relax for a moment, and they even go to the extent of killing people to steal money for it.

As for those books that record knowledge and thoughts, they have all been destroyed by Zhangtian Pavilion. Anyone who illegally holds books, even if they are used as paper to wipe their butts, will be punished by the law enforcement officers of Zhangtian Pavilion. Execution without mercy.

People no longer believe in science and rationality, but place all their hopes on the statues of gods sent by Lord Zhangtian to all over the country. They turn a blind eye to the suffering and hardship around them and pray to the ghosts and gods in the dark world to grant them an afterlife. Happiness.

On the snowy streets, the homeless poor people kowtow to the Buddha statues and idols on the TV. Next to them are the bones of people who died of cold and hunger, and the fat-haired and powder-faced "generals" and "officials" on the TV. They twisted their waists flamboyantly on the stage.

After witnessing this hellish scene, Harry couldn't help but said: "How could that country... become like this?!"

Ohm fell into silence.

After reading "State and Revolution", he, like the mentor who wrote that book, believed that ideas could completely change a country and deliver the fruits of victory to the hands of the workers and peasants.

However, even the instructor did not expect that something as sweet and attractive as fruit would be at risk of being stolen.

And Zhangtian Pavilion, this organization that secluded itself during the national crisis and was born during the period of peace, has relied on the power they accumulated to become the giant that stole the country!

The people have no wisdom, the country has no soldiers, the people have no regard for life, and ghosts and gods run rampant!

Ohm closed his eyes and seemed to see Comrade Lenin's solemn and determined face.

Unite the proletarians of the world and overturn the mountains that are weighing on the heads of workers and peasants.

Only you are qualified and capable to do this.

Ohm opened his eyes, his eyes were extremely firm, and he said to Xiao Yibo, who had changed beyond recognition: "Go back and tell Zhangtian Pavilion that since you want war, then I will give you war! Fight for as long as you want, then fight for as long as you want. Fight until the empire is completely victorious!"