Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Xiao Yibo glanced at Oum hatefully and said harshly: "Zhangtian Pavilion will make you pay the price!"

"Hey! You little brat wants a beating, right?"

Seeing Harry raise his palm, Xiao Yibo was so frightened that his face turned pale, and the true energy in his body poured out without hesitation, and fled in a hurry towards the east.

"A coward without eggs."

Harry spit out a thick mouthful of phlegm towards Xiao Yibo's back, used a floating spell to stabilize his body suspended in the sky, turned to Ohm and said: "Such a coward can actually become a lieutenant general, does Zhang Tiange have something in his mind? Shit?"

"They're not stupid, they're just too arrogant."

The spiritual energy incarnation like a giant spirit disintegrated into countless scattered light particles. Ohm, who still maintained the werewolf form, walked out of it, staring at the east with his amber eyes: "They think that the power they possess can despise the entire world. They can even impose their values ​​​​on other countries. It doesn’t matter even if they use stupid and useless actors as generals, anyway, the Taoism and power they master can easily smooth out the flaws in military command.”

"What the fuck, how did that country become like this!" Harry tugged at his beard angrily, "They used such huge sacrifices and determination to finally get up from the mud of suffering. Have today’s young people forgotten the humiliation and pain their ancestors suffered back then?!”

"Maybe some people still remember, but..."

Ohm shook his head and said no more.

There is nothing left to say. The country has been stripped of its backbone and blood by Zhang Tiange, allowing this ancient and pedantic organization to absorb the country's spirit and grow up. It has transformed from a tumor into a powerful cancer that is difficult to eliminate, even if it is terminally ill. This word cannot describe the corruption of that system.

Religion and superstition can become the spiritual sustenance of ordinary people, but these unrealistic things must not be allowed to gain even a trace of power.

Taking out two battle accelerants from the halo behind his head, Ohm reached out and handed one to Harry, lighting it with pale flames.

He took a deep breath of this special offering that would be fatal to a mortal, exhaled a mouthful of smoke mixed with countless metal particles, and watched it slowly dissipate in the air.

Just like the beautiful expectations and grand vision envisioned by the great man.

Harry took a puff of combat accelerant, swallowed the filling smoke into his stomach, looked at the silent Ohm, and asked, "What are you thinking about now?"

"I was wondering..." Om said slowly, "When we came out, we hadn't paid for the two bowls of noodles yet."

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The Fourth German Reich, Berlin.

The tank-level psychic soldier huddled in the crater like a dead dog. He was desperately suppressing his desire to breathe, for fear of being discovered that he was not a completely dead corpse.

There was a rumble of vibrations on the ground, which made the tank-class soldier's heart rise to the height of his throat - it was the Empire's tank force!

Last night, just one second after midnight, the imperial army that had been holding on on the other side of the Rhine suddenly launched a surprise attack.

Led by the huge black stone fortress, hundreds of thousands of heavy armored troops condensed into an extremely sharp sword, directly piercing the defensive position of the neo-Nazi army, and surged all the way north. Like a tsunami, it easily crushed all the Nazi troops along the way!

Hesse - Thuringia - Saxony-Anhalt - Brandenburg - Berlin!

The empire's cavalry was invincible, drawing a straight line on the map and inserting it straight into the neo-Nazi capital!

At that time, there will be a hazy light in the sky, the sun is still sleeping under the earth, but the entire city has been reduced to a dilapidated ruins.

The giant ship wearing the Skyhawk emblem sailed high in the sky, accompanied by Thunderhawk fighter jets. Countless landing pods fell from it, like a heavy punch from the empire, hitting the ground of Berlin deeply. middle.

Those giants wearing power armor with yellow background and black edges were holding heavy cannons that spit out scorching lasers. Together with the torrent formed by the heavy tank Emperor's Baneblade, they ignited the city into a blazing torch.

The disaster of war finally hit the neo-Nazis themselves, whether they were psychics who had been baptized by the blood of sages, mortal soldiers with guns in their hands, or unarmed civilians in the city. A very painful price was paid in this war!

The tank-class soldiers huddled in the crater saw with their own eyes that an Asterta forced his dagger into the hands of a child wearing a swastika armband, and then shouted "He has a knife" while firing a melta cannon Evaporate these children on the spot.

Yes, evaporate.

In front of the hot melt cannons that sprayed glaring lasers, not even a trace of ashes could be left on the human body. Only the dark shadows of humanity that were photocopied on the walls by the high temperature were the last traces of life.

And in the next second, the wall was crushed by the tracks of the Emperor's Baneblade. This five-meter-high giant mechanical creation turned its muzzle coldly, pouring ammunition and fury at any building higher than her, until it would until they are crushed to the ground.

The machine spirits among them are extremely irritable. They are furious that they did not attack Berlin before Christmas and present their father with a Christmas gift called "Germany".

Although Ohm has made it clear that he doesn't mind, they still cannot forgive themselves and can only use a more violent attitude to explain the horror of the empire to the ignorant neo-Nazis!

Listening to the sound of tracks crushing the ground, the psychic soldiers in the crater buried their faces in the soil in fear, sobbing softly and crying: "Mom..."

Even with such a slight sound, the Astartes could still distinguish it from the sound of artillery fire in the sky. The auspicious light flashed with scarlet and cold light. These giants all turned their heads to look into the crater, and finally turned into A brief command: "Fire."

Life just withered.

In the center of Berlin, Siegmann, the most powerful battleship-class psyker, is firing psychic light balls at the surrounding Astartes, hoping to kill a few imperial lackeys for the leader he admires most before he dies. head.

"Come on!" Siegmann roared in German, his eyes flashing with psychic light, and he forced an Astartes holding a storm shield back, "Use your corpses to pile up my tomb. Bar!"

"You want imperial soldiers to be buried with you, a Nazi? What a wishful thinking!"

An extraordinarily tall Astartes wearing power armor with a blue background and gold edges stood out from the crowd. His arms were covered with huge power gloves hanging storm bolt guns. His precocious face matched the gray on his head. His hair made his whole body as hard and cold as an anvil.

The auxiliary sighting device in his left eye flashed red light. Marius Calgar stood in front of Siegmann, looking down at the anti-human Nazi Party in front of him, and said solemnly: "Your end will be that of no one." A death that remembers.”

Behind Calgar, on the Reichstag Building, Astartes inserted the bright red flag into the wall. The double-headed eagle on it fluttered in the wind, showing the sharpness of its claws and beak in the first ray of morning light.